Page 21 of Baked

I guess it’s a surprise.

A few minutes and two sharp turns later, they pulled into an open field.

Rachel’s mouth hung open. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it was safe to say it was not this.

“How ... I ... How does this even exist?” Her eyes took in the huge projector screen ahead of them.

“Buddy of mine at the station told me about it. Last of its kind, huh?”

She felt Hunter’s eyes sinking into the side of her face, but she didn’t turn. Not yet. She was too busy taking it all in. A red kitsch concession stand stood next to the ticket booth in the far corner. On the other side, a massive sign with tonight’s movie written on it towered over the parking lot. There couldn’t have been more than ten other cars there, already parked in a designated spot.

“You like it?” Hunter asked.

It made her realize she was yet to speak. “Are you kidding me?” She twisted in her seat to find an apprehensive expression furrowing his thick brown brows. “I love it! It’s amazing. I’ve never ... I’ve always wanted to go to a drive-in, but I could never find one.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“A few months back you were telling Libby how ridiculous it was that you spent most of your childhood watching movies full of drive-ins but in thirty-three years you’ve never actually had the chance to go to one. And the ones you’d googled were a million miles away.”

Her mouth wasn’t done catching flies. It was back open. Pure wonderment likely shining in her eyes.

“You remembered that?” she whispered.

“I remember everything, honeybun.”

And just like that, her mouth was doing its own thing again. Leaning over the console, she was prising his lips open like her life depended on it, her body burning as dark stubble scraped along her chin and his tongue slipped inside her mouth.

As usual, Hunter took control, one big hand moving to her nape to hold her just where he wanted her, brushing his thumb over her sensitive skin. The other went to her waist, and pulled. Hard. Forcing her closer until she was convinced she was about to get drunk on the unfiltered testosterone filling her lungs. He smelled of musk, motor oil, and man. It was sexy as hell.

Sipping on his groans, she let the liquid heat fill her insides. A familiar tug in her stomach returned, flipping off switches in her brain until she was too far gone to stop herself from moaning right back into his mouth.

Just as she was about to climb the mountain of a man, horns blared behind them. All of a sudden, her cloudy mind remembered where they were.

Damnit.

Hunter was still growling as he released her, a look of pure animalistic heat on his face, making his firm jaw lock and his dark eyes flash.

She stayed where she was, heavy breaths filling the cab as she tried to get herself under control. This man had certainly found heronbutton. It was turning it off that was the problem.

“Fuck, baby.” Hunter started the ignition and drove toward one of the back-row spots. “You kiss me like that again, we might not make it back to the apartment tonight.”

Excitement pooled in her belly. Tonight was the night.Thank you, Jesus.

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