Quentin nodded and pulled back again, starting to peel out of his jeans, letting her handle her own clothes -- probably the fastest way. He spied a couch nearby, so once she was out of her own shirt and jeans, he grabbed her hand and pulled her over, kissing her again on the way, not afraid to manhandle her a little if necessary.

He was still in his boxers, but he could lose those in a minute. For now, he sat Caitlin down on the couch and knelt on the floor, going for her panties. He definitely wanted to get inside her, but he wanted to taste her first.