They were alone. They were inside. Caitlin toed off her shoes, brushing them out of her way with one foot. She took off her jacket, tossing it to the side in a manner that would be uncharacteristic if this Quentin knew her better. She was always meticulous, careful. Put things where they belonged as best as possible. But the need running through her was starting to drive her crazy, taking her ability to think properly.

All she could think of right then was how an open floorplan left one without nearby walls to push someone up against. And how much she wanted to feel him on her. "God. I want you to fuck me so badly right now."