Page 14 of The Crimson Wolf
My heart beats wildly, and I can’t bring my gaze away from his lips.
His eyes study me, and it’s like a switch goes off in his brain once he realizes I’m not fighting him. He leans in, capturing my lips with his.
My body ignites into a million flames.
He pulls me closer, one hand on the back of my neck, the other on my shoulders.
He breaks away for a moment, studying my face again.
This time, I lean in, climb over the middle console, and straddle him in the driver's seat.
He brings his lips to my ear, hopelessly out of breath, his scruff rubbing against my sensitive skin. “Red, I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” One of his hands trails down my back, grabbing my ass and grinding me against him. His other hand clutches my breast over my shirt.
I want to say the same. God, how many nights have I dreamed of being wrapped in Jack’s arms like this? And that was just when he was a scrawny teenager. Now he’s a muscled lumberjack sex god. “Fuck,” is all I manage to get out through moans as I throw my head back.
His lips devour mine again as his hand finds the seam of my shirt, trailing up until he gets to my breast. He moves aside my bra and grabs me.
I lean back and pull my shirt and bra over my head before crashing back into him. I buck closer to him, feeling his hardening length through his jeans. I already know it’s impressive, and my mouth salivates, thinking about it inside of me.
As one of his hands rubs over my hardened nipples, the other grabs at my ass. “I need you out of these now,” he growls in my ear.
He doesn’t need to say more. I pull back, fidgeting with the button of my jeans. Why did I decide to wear jeans today? They’re still damp from the rain, and I know they’ll be a bitch to remove, especially in our tight corridors.
As if by some cruel fate, lights and sirens blare from behind us.
I yelp, jumping off Jack’s lap and pulling my tank top back over my head.
When the officer knocks on Jack’s window, he’s a second too late to see my naked breasts.
“Everything okay, Officer?” Jack asks as he rolls down the window, letting a mist of rain inside the truck. His hair is a tousled mess, and he works on straightening out his shirt.
The raincoated officer shines a flashlight into the truck, I bet, revealing how obviously “about to fuck” we look. My eyes catch my bra on the middle console, and I grab it.Shit, that wasn’t obvious or anything.
The police officer gives us a smirk. “Just checking to make sure you all were okay. Everything working alright with your truck?”
Jack runs his hand through his hair. “Yes, all good. We just pulled to the side to have a conversation.”
The police officer laughs. “Alright, well, be on your way then. It’s dangerous to be parked on the side of the road during a night like this.”
“Thank you, Officer. We will.” Jack rolls his window up as the cop walks away.
I finally breathe out, not realizing until now how long I’ve been holding my breath. With it comes a forced laugh.
I turn to Jack, and he’s laughing, too, as he pulls his truck back onto the desolate road.
Adrenaline still runs through my veins, but the mood has shifted. I’m unsure where Jack and I are heading next or what this all means for us. But I don’t have to wonder long because Jack speaks. “Alright, let's get you back to Granny’s. You’ve had a long day.”
I nod, but a rock falls to my stomach. It looks like I’ll be having more frustrated dreams alone in my bedroom tonight.
10
Now It’s Personal
The clanks of pots and pans from downstairs remind me of the thin structure of Granny’s walls. Growing up, there was no such thing as sleeping in on a Saturday, and it seems that sentiment rings true even now. I can’t tell if it’s just how Granny operates in the kitchen or if it’s an attempt to wake me up. I suspect the latter.
I groan and roll onto my back, staring up at my popcorn ceiling, catching the evidence of my childhood glow-in-the-dark stars. I barely slept and don’t haveto look into a mirror to imagine how completely exhausted I appear.
Jack dropped me off at Granny’s last night like a perfect gentleman, the asshole. He left me with a soft kiss and a promise that he’d take me to the site of the attacks tomorrow to pick up my car and fill me in on what he knows. I doubt he’ll be a hundred percent truthful at first, but it’s a start.
