window at the bright yellow trees speeding by. All of a sudden the car wrenched to the right and we were sliding into a small trail that climbed up into the mountains. The trail was rough and definitely not made for a vintage car.
"Where are we going?" I whipped my head around to glare at him. Even in profile I could see he was angry enough to spit bullets, but the hardened set of his chin, the straight edge of his nose, his bunched eyebrows over his long dark lashes—he looked dangerously handsome. My heart was pounding in a mixture of anger and arousal. The man drove me fucking insane.
"You drive me crazy, Eva." He pulled the car over into a small turnoff so we were hidden from the main road. He slammed on the brakes and the seat belt dug into my skin. I gritted my teeth together and watched him. He squeezed the steering wheel with his fists.
"You drive me so fucking crazy all of the time." He opened the door of the car and jumped out, kicking a tire.
"FUCK!" he hollered and twisted his hands in his hair. The action caused his shirt and jacket to rise up and reveal just a sliver of the smooth, golden skin above the waistband of his jeans. My eyes darted to it instantly and the sight was an instant turn-on.
"Mother fucker!" He kicked rocks. "So fucking insane!" I watched him silently from the car carrying on outside.
He paced farther up the trail and walked around a slight bend so he was just out of my sight. I waited a few moments wondering what to do before wrenching the door open and slamming it as hard as I could. I didn't care if it was vintage or not, that man made my insides boil.
I balled my fists at my sides and stomped down the trail and turned the corner to find Carter leaning against a tree, elbows up over his head, his forehead resting on his forearms. His long legs were stretched out at an angle away from the tree and he looked impossibly sexy. I rolled my eyes, angry with myself for being so impossibly turned-on by him.
"Can we get back in the car?" I said from behind him. He didn’t move. I could see him taking deep breaths, probably trying to calm himself down.
"Can we just do this at home?" I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.
"No, apparently we can't, because home is Boston, and apparently you don't want to go back there. So I’m not really sure where to go." I saw his fists clench above his head.
"Carter, God, don't be so dramatic."
"Dramatic? I'm not the one being fucking dramatic, Evangeline."
In a flash he was in front of me and had both his hands on my shoulders tightly. My eyes widened in shock that he could make it to me so quickly.
"I just wanted to talk about it, I should be able to tell you what I’m thinking without you going all fucking nuts on me." I glared at him. His eyes flashed fire at me, his jaw clenching.
"You pretty much told me you don't want to go home with me, Evangeline. What am I supposed to do?" His eyes were shooting daggers at me.
"I didn't say anything like that, don't put words in my mouth." I turned and walked back to the car. Carter caught up with me and spun me around in his arms again, his hands holding my upper arms firmly.
"Then what were you saying?" he spit out.
"I was saying that your past is fucked up and I hate it," I said vehemently.
He bit his bottom lip and anger flashed in his eyes, and then something else. He pulled me flush against his body and held me there tightly. Our thighs, our hips, our torsos were aligned tightly. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips and suddenly we were crushed together and kissing fiercely. I could feel the angry way his tongue twisted with mine, this was his outlet for anger. He was turning his rage into passion for me. I threw my arms around his shoulders and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. A sensual moan escaped his throat as I held his head tighter to
"Where are we going?" I whipped my head around to glare at him. Even in profile I could see he was angry enough to spit bullets, but the hardened set of his chin, the straight edge of his nose, his bunched eyebrows over his long dark lashes—he looked dangerously handsome. My heart was pounding in a mixture of anger and arousal. The man drove me fucking insane.
"You drive me crazy, Eva." He pulled the car over into a small turnoff so we were hidden from the main road. He slammed on the brakes and the seat belt dug into my skin. I gritted my teeth together and watched him. He squeezed the steering wheel with his fists.
"You drive me so fucking crazy all of the time." He opened the door of the car and jumped out, kicking a tire.
"FUCK!" he hollered and twisted his hands in his hair. The action caused his shirt and jacket to rise up and reveal just a sliver of the smooth, golden skin above the waistband of his jeans. My eyes darted to it instantly and the sight was an instant turn-on.
"Mother fucker!" He kicked rocks. "So fucking insane!" I watched him silently from the car carrying on outside.
He paced farther up the trail and walked around a slight bend so he was just out of my sight. I waited a few moments wondering what to do before wrenching the door open and slamming it as hard as I could. I didn't care if it was vintage or not, that man made my insides boil.
I balled my fists at my sides and stomped down the trail and turned the corner to find Carter leaning against a tree, elbows up over his head, his forehead resting on his forearms. His long legs were stretched out at an angle away from the tree and he looked impossibly sexy. I rolled my eyes, angry with myself for being so impossibly turned-on by him.
"Can we get back in the car?" I said from behind him. He didn’t move. I could see him taking deep breaths, probably trying to calm himself down.
"Can we just do this at home?" I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior.
"No, apparently we can't, because home is Boston, and apparently you don't want to go back there. So I’m not really sure where to go." I saw his fists clench above his head.
"Carter, God, don't be so dramatic."
"Dramatic? I'm not the one being fucking dramatic, Evangeline."
In a flash he was in front of me and had both his hands on my shoulders tightly. My eyes widened in shock that he could make it to me so quickly.
"I just wanted to talk about it, I should be able to tell you what I’m thinking without you going all fucking nuts on me." I glared at him. His eyes flashed fire at me, his jaw clenching.
"You pretty much told me you don't want to go home with me, Evangeline. What am I supposed to do?" His eyes were shooting daggers at me.
"I didn't say anything like that, don't put words in my mouth." I turned and walked back to the car. Carter caught up with me and spun me around in his arms again, his hands holding my upper arms firmly.
"Then what were you saying?" he spit out.
"I was saying that your past is fucked up and I hate it," I said vehemently.
He bit his bottom lip and anger flashed in his eyes, and then something else. He pulled me flush against his body and held me there tightly. Our thighs, our hips, our torsos were aligned tightly. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips and suddenly we were crushed together and kissing fiercely. I could feel the angry way his tongue twisted with mine, this was his outlet for anger. He was turning his rage into passion for me. I threw my arms around his shoulders and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. A sensual moan escaped his throat as I held his head tighter to
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