All the Right Places (RILEY O'BRIEN & CO #1) by Jenna Sutton

find the place where his scent was strongest and place her tongue against it, licking until she could taste his essence.
    She felt Quinn’s gaze on her chest, which rose and fell rapidly from her shallow breaths. She shivered when his fingers trailed down her throat, tracing her necklace until he reached the large bead hanging between her breasts. Gently, he touched it, rolling it across the delicate skin of her cleavage. As his fingers grazed her skin, he blew out a rough breath.
    His fingers clenched her hip, and he lowered his head, nuzzling the underside of her jaw before moving up. She gasped when he gave a small lick to the corner of her mouth and turned her head so she could taste him, no longer caring about all the reasons it was a stupid idea.
    “Amelia? Are you back here?”
    At the sound of Teagan’s voice, Amelia jerked away from Quinn, and he slowly released her hip. He glanced over her head, and she cast a frantic look over her shoulder, worried Teagan had seen them together. She was relieved she couldn’t see the other woman yet. But she could hear her footsteps.
    Quinn moved to the other side of the table, its long linen drape blocking his lower body from anyone who might come down the walking path. She knew it was a deliberate move since she’d felt his erection against her stomach.
    Casually leaning his elbow against the table, he picked up his empty glass as if he hadn’t had his hands all over her just seconds ago. He looked completely calm and collected, distressingly gorgeous in his charcoal-colored suede blazer and gray-striped dress shirt.
    Amelia resented how easily he had put the past few minutes behind him. In comparison, she was an emotional and physical mess. Her ears rang, and she could feel the heat in her cheeks and across her upper chest.
    She knew her skin was an ugly, mottled pink, the curse of being a fair-skinned, freckled redhead. And maybe it was her imagination, but she smelled him on her skin, and she still felt the imprint of his tongue where it had laved the corner of her mouth.
    She glared at him, and in response, he raised an eyebrow as if he had no idea why she was upset.
The jerk!
    She turned away from her tormenter with the intention of meeting Teagan, but the other woman was already within sight and heading toward them with brisk steps. She pasted a fake smile on her face, hoping Teagan either couldn’t tell the difference or at least wouldn’t notice.
    Teagan grinned when she saw them. “Cal said he’d left you two back here a while ago.”
    Reaching the table, she pointed at Amelia, her fingernails a bold and aggressive red. “This is your party, Amelia. You can run, but you can’t hide,” she teased.
    Despite the lingering tension from her interaction with Quinn, Amelia laughed. “I wasn’t running or hiding,” she denied.
    She eyed Quinn. Night had fallen over the city, and despite the festive lightbulbs strung around the garden and the glow from nearby buildings, she couldn’t see the expression on his face.
    He straightened abruptly, acknowledging his sister with a brief, unfriendly nod. “I’m going to get another drink,” he bit out, quickly making his way from the table with a long-legged, masculine stride that made her mouth go dry.
    Teagan stared after Quinn, a small crease between her brows. “What’s his problem?”
    Amelia hesitated before answering. Her first instinct was to keep her discussion with Quinn private, but then she realized his distress over Shelby’s presentation could present an opportunity. Now that he realized the seriousness of the situation, he might be willing to embrace Teagan’s plan to revamp the women’s division, and they wouldn’t have to go behind his back.
    “He’s upset by the information Shelby presented today.”
    “He should be.”
    Amelia frowned at Teagan’s tone. It was not only devoid of any sympathy but downright frosty. She felt compelled to defend Quinn, although she had no idea why.
    “I think