Page 4 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

“My security guys.”

“And you need security because?”

“Are they still on the sidewalk?”

“I note your skill of avoiding questions.”

“We don’t really have time for all these questions right now.”

“But we have time for you to get up close and personal with my lap?”

“Are they still on the sidewalk?”

“Yes, still there. Still on the phone and…no, now they’re walking through the traffic.”

“Shit.”

“They’re coming our way.” My eyes flick down to hers. “Are we going to have a problem if they find you with your face where it is?”

Before I see it coming, she reaches for my neck and pulls me down while shifting positions so she’s lying across the back seat with me on top of her.

She grips my neck tightly while staring up into my eyes with determination. “Cover me with your body so they can’t see my dress if they look in the car.”

“I’ll take that as a yes to my question about the kind of trouble we’re in.”

She makes eyes at me that blaze with just do as I say vibes, and since I’m a man who prefers not to argue with a woman when she’s on a mission, I do as she says.

I spread my body over hers while also doing my best to tuck her dress under me. “It’s a good thing you’re not into meringue tidal wave dresses.”

Her brows pull together. “What’s a tidal wave dress?”

“Those wedding dresses that look like a small country’s entire supply of fabric was required to make them.”

She continues to frown. “Right, but a tidal wave? Where do you get that comparison?”

“I thought we didn’t have time for questions.” When she simply waits me out for my answer, I continue, “Got it. No time for my questions. A dress reminds me of a tidal wave when it overwhelms the bride with so much material and movement that it looks like sea foam crashing into her.”

Her frown eases and she studies me thoughtfully. But only for a second because right after I give her my answer, George says, “Boss, the muscle is getting closer. They’re three cars away.”

It turns out my partner in crime likes getting intimate with new friends in more ways than one. At George’s announcement, she grasps my neck tighter, and before I have a chance to object, she pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me.

It’s not an all-in kiss. It certainly doesn’t match the boldness with which she made her move. But hell if it doesn’t silence the world and make me forget everything on my mind.

Her lips are the softest I’ve ever known, but that could be because it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed a woman and my memory fails me. I’m only just getting acquainted with them when she drags her mouth from mine and blinks up at me with an apology.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“Don’t be.”

“No, really. I’ve barged my way into your life and now I’m making you shield me and kiss me.”

“There are worse ways to spend a day.”

“One car away now,” George says.

The look of panic in the blonde’s eyes lets me know what she needs from me. Within a second, I’ve got my mouth on hers again and this time we’re not fucking around. This time, I claim the kiss I want.

My tongue slides over hers, and I deepen the kiss while taking hold of her face. My thumb trails slowly along her jawline as every nerve ending of mine awakens. The sensations of her curves molding perfectly against mine; her floral scent intoxicating me; her lips moving in synchrony with mine; and her fingers burning heat into my skin all unleash desire through me. It’s been too long since I’ve lost myself in a woman and I could get so fucking lost in this one.

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