Page 27 of Wrangled Up

Her breath caught in her chest and dizzying pleasure stole her senses. Automatically, she spun her arms around his shoulders.

He held the kiss for a long minute, lips unmoving. Tenderness washed through her like floodwaters through a gorge, stripping away any rough edges she might have and leaving only the soft woman behind.

She melted into the kiss.

With a growl, he angled his head and pressed on the seam of her lips. She opened to him instantly, accepting his plunging tongue.

His chest rumbled against hers as he captured her tongue in an erotic dance. In the background the faint strains of a Taylor Swiftsong floated, mingling with their heavy breathing.

Claire shifted to draw away, but he sank his fingers into her hair and held her. For a heartbeat, they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Come home with me.” His gruff tone made her pussy flood.

Before her head could catch up with her body, she found herself nodding. Dazed with passion.

A crooked smile spread over Christian’s face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. Without a word, he eased back into his seat and got the truck rolling.

The air buzzed with innuendo. Her heart pattered like a wild rabbit’s, tripping over itself even as thoughts fell over each other. But there was no making sense of what was going on.

Tucker gone.

Her longing.

Christian here.

Her longing.

Christian dug inside the paper bag and pulled out a foil-wrapped chili dog. He passed it to her. The aroma hit her, and her stomach grumbled.

He shot her a smile and bit into his. In four big bites, he wiped out his first dog. She unwrapped hers slowly and nibbled at it.

“Where do you live?”

“Up on Mac Hill.”

Her eyes bugged. “The place everyone goes parking?”

He gave a light laugh. “Well, they don’t go parking at my place. I live in a basement apartment about a mile from the make-out grounds.” He eyed her, steering with one hand and pulling the foil off his second chili dog. “But we can go there if you want.”

“What—go parking?”

“I haven’t gone in a decade or so.”

She stared at the road ahead. Maybe having a romp in the truck would make their encounter less intimate. Purely fun.

Who am I kidding?

She gave a nod.

By the time Christian guided the truck into the wooded spot that was so perfect for concealing lovers, she was soaking wet. Her pussy tingled and her nipples throbbed.

He cut the engine and popped a mint into his mouth.

“Can I have one too? That chili…”

“We’ll share.”

She couldn’t stop her smile from blooming on her face. He leaned across the console and gathered her up. In a swift tug, he yanked her so she was half lying on his lap.

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