Chapter 23

“Turn left up ahead,” he said suddenly. We hadn’t entered the outskirts of the city yet. I remembered some of the farms in this area grew pine trees for Christmas.

I took the road Colten indicated and drove on. He kept up a string of instructions, in between small kisses or quick nips. Finally, he told me to pull up to the house on the left. I did, heedless of my surroundings. I didn’t even glance at the dwelling, I only parked the car, pulled the emergency brake, then turned my full attention to him.

I grabbed his shirt in both my hands and pulled him to me. He met me with equal ferocity. I devoured his lips, tasting him more fully than our first kiss outside Dad’s house. That had been sweet and playful. This was burning passion.

“Inside?” he suggested against my mouth. “More room to move.”

Room didn’t matter to me. Privacy didn’t matter. He’d worked me up into such a frenzy I could have taken him then and there. But at his prompting, we broke apart.