She screeched a little as she swung around to look at him. “Jesus Christ, you scared me.”
“Sorry.” He held his hands up. “I’m the one that’s sorry. Of course that was a logical assumption for you to make back there.” He hiked a thumb behind him toward the bar. “You don’t know me from Adam.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have assumed—”
“Stop apologizing,” he said. And then, because he couldn’t stand another second not touching her, he leaned over, caging her in with his hands on both sides of the car, and kissed her.
Chapter 3
ISOBEL
God, he was a good kisser. Isobel’s toes immediately curled at the soft pressure of his lips on hers. And when his tongue teased at the seam of her lips, she couldn’t help groaning and immediately opening to him.
That was all the invitation he needed, apparently, because he deepened the kiss and then started to absolutely devour her. One of his hands dropped, curving down the line of her back to her waist, and then around to her ass.
Before she could obsess or wonder if he thought her butt was too big, he grabbed a handful and squeezed, kissing her even more furiously.
And all of it felt amazing. She moaned so loudly that she was immediately embarrassed. But God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on. Things with Jason certainly hadn’t been like that for a long time. Sex was more of a chore than anything else, even before they were long distance. Jason had been a football star in high school and he had a big dick. Those two things combined had convinced him that he was a sex god.
All it really meant was that he had absolutely zero clue about getting women off. Isobel had tried to work with him on it but he just wasn’t that interested. He pointed out that Isobel got off a lot of the time.
And while at first, yes, that was true—in the initial blush of their relationship, sex had been exciting. If Isobel worked and angled herself just right on that big dick of his, she could get friction on her clit. But by the end she’d gotten so pissed that he didn’t even want to try she didn’t bother. Then she’d gone home to be with Dad and with them being long distance… well, apparently Jason had found other places to stick that big dick of his.
“Jesus, sorry, I got carried away there,” Hunter pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “We should move this party some place more private.”
He was panting heavily and one of his hands fisted in the bottom of her shirt like he was barely holding himself back from ravaging her again.
Isobel was breathing heavily too. All of this was so reckless. So not like her. But hadn’t that been the point of tonight?
Everything in her life had fallen apart. All the worst case scenarios she could have imagined had actually happened.
Her father had died.
Jason cheated.
Her eating disorder had relapsed.
Her step-mother’s manipulation had driven her to violence.
Isobel had seen the absolute worst in herself.
She spent the first day driving out west wallowing in all of it. But then, somewhere around the Mississippi River, she just started laughing. Because what the fuck did she have to lose at this point?
Nothing. She had nothing to lose. The worst had happened.
And she was still here.
She was free.
Free to start over.
Free to be anyone she wanted to be.
With no past history or future expectations.
She could just be.
That realization made her chest feel so full, so sun-burstingly bright that she felt almost light-headed as she walked into Bubba’s Bar, the only place open in the tiny town of Hawthorne, Wyoming at 9:00 at night on a Wednesday.