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.