Chapter 110 Hot Ride (2)

• The air in the Mustang was thick, charged with the heat of our kisses, the taste of Chris still lingering on my lips. My heart pounded, a wild rhythm that matched the pulse between my thighs. I pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from our make-out session. God, he was gorgeous, all flushed and undone, his chest rising and falling like he was trying to catch his breath.
• I wanted to wreck him.
• “Chris,” I said, my voice low, daring. I leaned closer, my hand sliding down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. “Pull down your pants. Boxers too.”