rational thinking and she found herself kissing him back, flicking her tongue to meet his. He groaned and cupped her jaw, tilting her head, deepening the kiss. His body leaned into hers as if drawn in by magnets. She felt her body respond, arching, searching for contact.
A small, irritating part of her mind whispered that this was the part where she should push him away. Tell him to go screw himself. But what was supposed to be a retaliation was escalating into something hot and uncontrollable, like wildfire burning out of control. When he pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, she whimpered and grabbed on to his shoulders to keep from melting into him.
That seemed to snap him out of it. He broke all contact, breathing hard, looking like he was fighting for control as much as she was.
Oh my God.
What had she just done? How the hell had she let herself get that caught up in the moment? With him ?
She reached up and touched her swollen lips, too shocked to find any words. His gaze dropped back to her mouth and he shook his head once, as if forcing himself out of a daze. He cursed under his breath and raked his fingers through his damp hair, then made his way back around to the driver’s side, where he climbed in and slammed the door shut. He started the ignition without looking at her.
“For the record. Every text I get after this, I’m giving them your fucking number.”
Chapter Six
So much for getting ahead of the storm.
Nate flipped the windshield wipers to high and watched a bleary Virginia pass by outside the rain-streaked window. The drizzle they’d been driving through had turned into an all-out downpour now that they were closer to the coast. A gust of wind caught the side of the truck and he tightened his hold on the wheel to keep it steady. At least traffic was almost nonexistent. Most people weren’t stupid enough to be traveling during one of the strongest tropical storms the east coast had seen in years. He checked the light outside, already dimmed from the storm. If he had to guess, they only had a few hours of daylight left at best. Then he’d be knee-deep into Tropical Storm Cindy with only the few feet of visibility his headlights would give him.
Oo-fuckin-rah.
As if he needed the added stress. He’d fucked up. Bad. Losing control like that and kissing Lilly had been a colossal mistake. Because now he couldn’t get her taste out of his mouth. Couldn’t get that sexy fucking half whimper, half moan out of his head. It had taken everything in him to pull away. And now it was taking even more not to pull the truck over and finish what he’d started. That shit was the last thing he needed to be thinking about. He should be preparing for what he was about to walk into—a hornet’s nest of memories that were going to rip him wide open.
He grabbed his coffee and took a scorching swig, trying to burn away her taste.
“You just passed the exit we needed to take.” Lilly looked up from the map on her phone and turned in her seat to peer out at a big green highway sign.
Nate blinked as the sign flew past, then checked the GPS. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yes. You did,” she insisted. “I mapped out the fastest route before we left.”
He jerked his gaze back to the road and blew out a breath that did nothing to help the tension coiling in his shoulders. The woman was making him nuts. “We’re taking a detour, so no need to play navigator. Believe it or not, I know what I’m doing.”
“Detour?” She sat up, panic flashing behind her wide eyes. “Hayden didn’t say anything about a detour.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t give Hayden a play-by-play of my schedule before I plan my day.” Especially since it was a surprise.
The sign for exit 209 to Cedar Springs came into view and a sick feeling brewed in Nate’s gut. It had been nine years since he’d allowed himself to take this exit. Nine years of running from a lifetime’s worth of mistakes. His instincts told him to blow