Page 28 of Heat Stroke

Laughing at myself, I wipe my palms on the fronts of my super faded Buckle jeans. They’re so light they almost look white in some spots. I hope my palm sweat doesn’t show on them. Pulling my mirror down, I check my hair and then adjust the collar of my white button down shirt. Looking down, I grumble, “It’s summer. I should probably roll the sleeves up. Looks cool and casual even though I’m not feeling very cool at the moment.” I roll up the other sleeve, too, pushing them up to my elbow.

Glancing at the clock, I see I’ve managed to kill about three minutes. Exhaling rapidly, I mutter, “I’m not just sitting here.” Leaving the truck running so the air stays on, I open the door and hop out.

She responds a few seconds after my knock, calling out that she’s coming. Maybe she’s as nervous and excited about this date as I am.

The door opens and my eyes widen as I take in the gorgeous woman standing in front of me. Her hair is down. Her skin is luminous and smooth. Her lashes are thick and the only thing I can tell that she’s wearing is something that makes her lips shine. It’s a surprise since more women wear so much makeup that it’s hard to tell what they really look like. Wren doesn’t need it.

Her shoulders are bare, as is her stomach. She’s wearing a white peasant type shirt thing that’s cropped, showing off a small tattoo of a sparrow under her left ribs.

How did I miss that when I was feasting on her breasts earlier?!

Her legs are also on full display with the high-waisted denim shorts she’s wearing. I can’t believe I’m seeing it, but, she has another large dream catcher tattoo on the entirety of her upper left thigh. I totally missed that one, too, earlier in my office. I guess I was too focused onotherparts of her.

How many tattoos does she have?

Fucking sexy as shit!

Finally, I regain my sanity and raise my brows at her. “Nice tattoos.”

She smirks at me and bites her lip as she laughs throatily. “Thanks. I have several…”

My eyes trail over her body again to see if I can see any more ink anywhere. But, I can’t.

She laughs again and cheekily says, “Should I change or is this ok for whatever we’re doing? You didn’t mention where we were going and it’s stupid hot outside, so I decided to go with casual.” Her lip is sucked into her mouth again and my mouth goes dry. She points behind her. “I can change though if I need to…”

God, no. Do not change!

Shaking my head, I reach for her. “Nope. What you’re wearing is perfect. Don’t you dare change.” She bumps into my chest as I pull her forward and she gasps. I think I surprised her. My hands splay across the bare skin of her back, above her ass, as I lean down. Her head is raised to look up at me so her mouth is readily available as I brush my lips over hers.

Her breathless sigh immediately turns me on and my tongue slips past her lips and teeth for a quick teasing trip around her mouth. It lightly brushes against her tongue before I nibble at her lips and pull back.

Her eyes are hooded as she looks at me.

I did that.

My kiss did that.

I plan on seeing this look very often.

Reaching for her hand, I link our fingers and ask, “Ready to go?”

Chapter Ten

Wren

I’m sitting besideBlaze in his truck as he drives along the River Road. He won’t tell me where we’re going and surprisingly I’m content to just sit and wait to see.

Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I can’t help but ask how this sexy, romantic, considerate man is the same person that used to get his kicks from humiliating me and watching others torment me.

And, how am I so willing to trust this new Blaze?!

He looks over at me and reaches for my hand, weaving his fingers with mine before bringing our joined hands to his mouth to press a kiss to my exposed fingers.

How is this the same guy from back then?

People can change, Wren.

Hell, I did.

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