Page 5 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

When she moans into my mouth, I’m helpless but to grind against her and growl my response.

Fuck.

It’s her wedding day and my behavior is inappropriate.

I tear my mouth from hers. “That was out of line. I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t let my neck go. “I’m the one who demanded you kiss me.”

“Right, but you didn’t demand I force myself on you like that.”

“It didn’t feel like you forced yourself on me.”

“Well, I certainly didn’t act like a gentleman.”

Her fingers loosen their hold on me. “Trust me when I tell you you’re the only gentleman I’ve had contact with in years. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. This is all on me.”

In years?

My curiosity reaches new heights but now isn’t the time for more questions because my complete focus is on separating my body from hers. “George, where are we at?” I ask my driver.

“The threat has passed and it looks like we’re about to start moving again.” I hear the silent laughter in his voice. After working together for five years and having built a friendship in that time, we can read each other in all the small ways. He’s finding this situation highly amusing.

“They’ve gone?” the blonde asks, hope rising in her tone.

“Yes, ma’am,” George says.

I smile down at her as the car begins inching forward again. “My job here appears to be done. Are you good if we refrain from kissing again? I did give you my sunglasses, after all. I think they’ll do the job from here on out.”

Her eyes twinkle. “You’re probably right.”

I move off her and when we’ve both gathered ourselves, I nod at her purse where I can hear her phone going berserk. “You think that’s your groom?”

She shakes her head. “No. He’s busy fucking another woman right now.”

“Right.” My mouth snaps shut as a thousand emotions course through me at what she just said. “Fuck.” Infidelity isn’t something I tolerate and any mention of it always stirs my dark side.

“Yeah, that covers it.” She slides my sunglasses on and I take that as her indication she’s still in a no-answering-questions kind of mood. I don’t blame her. That would be my mood too if I were in her shoes.

“So, I’m heading to my brother’s wedding. After George drops me there, you’re welcome to have him take you anywhere.”

She bites her lip. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” I can’t see her eyes, but I can hear her tangled feelings and uncertainty.

“You don’t live in New York? Or you don’t want to go home?”

“I don’t live here. And I don’t want to go to a hotel. Or anywhere, really.”

“If I asked you questions about that, would you answer them?”

“Let’s just say that I don’t want to be found today.”

“Well, we better throw your phone out the window then.”

Her eyebrows almost hit her hairline and she immediately removes her cell from her purse, drops it to the floor, and smashes it with her heel. She then presses the button to lower her window. Before I can stop her, she dumps the phone.

“Okay, now I really am wondering if it’s the mafia we’re running from.” I was only joking about throwing the phone away. I certainly didn’t expect her to do it.

“It’s not the mafia.” She takes a deep breath. “Can I ask you a huge favor?”

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