Page 50 of Reckless

I keep stealing glances at her. She’s almost too much to take in at one time. Stunning is the word that comes to mind. All that crazy hair. Those long legs. Her big, golden eyes. That playfulpersonality.

She sneaks a peek at me and gives me a shysmile.

Damn it, I like this girl and how she’s all bluster and ball-busting when she’s pissed, but sweet and vulnerable at other times. Likenow.

It’s written all over her face. How glad she is that I came for her. And fuck, that does something tome.

Once we’re along the edge of the lot, my truck comes toview.

“Darlin’, how much’ve you had to drink?” I trace her knuckles with my thumb, not willing to let go ofher.

We meander a few paces, our steps crunching on the gravel, before she answers me. “Abit.”

When we arrive at my truck, I slide my gaze to her as I fiddle with my keys. “What does thatmean?”

“It means I’m happily buzzed and not shit-faced.” She laughs and rocks back, tucking her hands behind her. “I stopped drinking half an hour ago.Why?”

I reach around, wrapping her wrists in my palm before I crowd her against my truck. “Too buzzed to dothis?”

Lowering my head, I hover near her and wait for her to ward me off, but instead her breath catches and she arches toward me. Lightly, I brush my lips againsthers.

When I pull away, she exhales. “More.”

I smile and lean in, except this time I graze her neck and breathe her in. Breathe in the sweet scent of coconuts and somethingfloral.

Goosebumps break out on her skin, and I nibble the curve of her shoulder andsuck.

She swallows. “Let go of mywrists.”

The urgency in her voice makes me comply immediately. I’d never want to force her to do something that makes heruncomfortable.

But before I can step back, her arms wind around my neck, and she pulls me closer, lifting her leg to my hip to fit our bodiestogether.

I don’t have time to be surprised before her hand tangles in my hair and yanks hard to line up my mouth in front ofhers.

“You owe me a kiss from the other night,” she whispers. A sexy-as-hell smile teases her lips before they sweep againstmine.

Fuck, nothing turns me on like a woman who knows what shewants.

Her mouth opens to me on a soft sigh. My tongue slides against hers, and she moans, the sound making me rock-hard. I run my palm against her thigh, which she squeezes againstme.

For a tiny thing, she has long damn legs, legs I’d like to wrap around my face. She tastes sweet, like sugar and lime and tequila. So it pains me to stop and untangle myself from her. When the tips of my fingers reach the curve of her perfect peachy ass, I do justthat.

“What’s wrong?” she asksquietly.

“Just meant to kiss you, honey.” Clearing my throat, I slide her leg down and fix her skirt. Even though I really want to acquaint myself with what she has going on under that particular clothingitem.

As gracefully as I can, I rearrange my hard-on. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to get you all kinds of naked, but not tonight. Not if you’ve beendrinking.”

She glares at me. “Seriously?”

I kiss her again. “Seriously.”

Her eyes lower to my groin before she grins and palms me. “This forme?”

Her grip is perfect. So is thatstroke.

Clenching my eyes, I let out a breath.God grant me the patience to not fuck her against my Ford. Please and thankyou.

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