Page 66 of That Reunited Feeling

And it does. In this moment, in this car, outside this shop, with a boxed Cockolate at my feet, we are both right where we are supposed to be.

Together.

I lean up and press my lips against his. The luscious lips that have tried very hard for the last hour not to laugh at the endless dick jokes. The lips that made it very clear he wanted to leave,but he stayed anyway—for me. The lips that, in a previous life, taught me how to kiss. And the lips that make my insides melt like warm, smooth, sweet chocolate.

“Christ, Hannah.” Tom lunges for my ass and pulls me toward him as his tongue finds mine, desperate, hungry. “How I kept my hands off you in there, I have no idea.”

His hair tickles my face. I push it off and hold his stubbled chin tight as though if I let go, he’ll disappear from my life again. “Me too. You have no idea how hot you are when you’re uncomfortable.”

He smiles against my mouth. “That has nothing on you licking that fucking chocolate cock. If no one else had been in that room, I would have hitched you up on the counter and poured sprinkles over you right there and then.”

“There’s no one here now,” I whisper. “You can do whatever you like.”

Tom’s mouth is on my neck, his hand under my sweater finding its way to my bra.

As I rest my chin on his shoulder and my eyes drift shut, the bright lights of the chocolate shop behind him flick off, snapping me back to reality.

Delia emerges, locks the door, and walks off down the street.

“Shit, Tom. We’re on Main Street. We can’t do this here.”

“I don’t care,” he says, his mouth back on mine, deep and strong, sucking and sliding his tongue against mine like his life depends on it.

I pull back a little and run my finger around the outline of his lips. “If we carry on like this, we’ll get arrested.”

“Home it is then.” He lets go of me, turns on the engine, and slams the car into drive. “I’ll sneak you up to my room. Somehow.”

That’s impossible. “There’s no way in without Maggie and Jim noticing. Even if the front door didn’t squeak like an overexcited mouse.”

He rests his arm across the back of my seat and turns to look out the rear window as he backs up. “Then we’ll go to your part of the house.”

“And what if Maggie brings Dylan back?” Christ, is there really nowhere private?

“Fuck.” His shoulders slump as he looks at me. “It’s like we’re back in high school. Nowhere to make out without the risk of being caught by the grown-ups.”

“Or my kid,” I add.

“Yeah, that part’s not quite like high school.”

A memory flashes across my mind. “I know! The park that Dylan went to on Saturday. It has lots of trees and you can drive pretty far into it, just on the other side of the village.” I grab my seat belt. “Go straight down here. I’ll show you.”

“Are you kidding me?” Tom nods toward the sign that readsBeaver Creek Park. “You picked somewhere with a name like that?”

He turns off the road and into the wooded area. “Brings a bit of equality to a night swamped by dick jokes, I guess.”

At the second empty parking lot, he pulls into the farthest, darkest corner under overhanging trees.

The wheels have barely stopped turning when he opens his door.

“Where are you going?”

“The back seat. Come on, Hepburn. Out you get.”

He slams the door and almost immediately appears behind me before I’ve even fumbled for my door handle.

“Too slow,” he says.

Before I can reply he’s lunged between the seats and his lips are on my neck.

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