Free Game On (Entwined Hearts) by Sheryl Nantus Page A

carbohydrate mountain with crumbled bacon, sour cream, and chives daring her to try to finish it.
    Hunter had ordered the same, but without the mushrooms and with shredded cheese added to his baked potato. She’d watched him devour the entire meal with gusto, his toned body showing no sign he’d regret it later.
    She’d managed to put away all but a few forkfuls of the potato, making a mental note to jog an extra mile tomorrow morning to make up for the gluttony.
    “Dessert?” Hunter asked.
    “No.” Angela shook her head. “Going to have to work hard enough to keep this from going straight to my thighs.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Your thighs look pretty good to me. Along with the rest of you.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “But a closer look will be necessary for me to make a final decision.” His tongue flickered out to wet his lips.
    She coughed and reached for the soda.
    Hunter laughed. “Still easy to get you to blush. Always loved that about you.”
    Angela felt her cheeks burn. She couldn’t figure out what to say, so she pushed the remains of the potato around on her plate.
    He gestured at the waitress for the bill.

    Hunter left a nice tip and escorted Angela back to his car, opening the door for her and going around to get in on the other side. The other vehicles that had parked nearby were gone now, leaving them alone at the back of the darkened lot.
    She held back a laugh at the classic setup. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought he’d arranged for them to be isolated and in the shadows.
    Hunter got in, closed the driver’s door, and looked at her. “What do you want to do now?”
    “Guess.”
    “Don’t have to.” His arms went around her and pulled her tight against him. “I already know.”
    His lips moved along her jawline and onto her bare neck, teeth scraping along her sensitive skin.
    Angela barely had time to register that he’d undone the top few buttons of her blouse before he nipped her shoulder—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send a bolt of desire through her, the tickle of pain a reminder of what they’d shared in the past.
    “Angie,” he murmured as he pulled her under him.

    Hunter hadn’t been celibate after they split up.
    Over the years, he’d had relationships. Short, sweet ones that usually ended on good terms when both he and the woman realized there was smoke but no fire—or not enough of it. There hadn’t been anyone long-term, no one he felt like he wanted to stay with, build a life with.
    Except for Angela.
    Now, with her in his arms, all he could think about was taking her back to his house and up to his bedroom, to make love to her all night until they were both too tired to speak or cry or scream.
    Except then he’d have to let her go. And right now, that was the last thing on his mind.
    He slid his hands up under her blouse and unclipped her bra with a flick of his fingers, enjoying the flashback to the many times he’d done this exact thing.
    Hunter pressed his teeth to her skin again, nibbling the softness under his lips. He moved his hands to her front, wallowing in a fusion of memories and reality.
    Just as I remembered.
    But better.
    We’ve both matured with age, like a fine wine now ready to be sampled and enjoyed.
    Angela gasped as he cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed gently, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
    With a jolt, Hunter realized she wasn’t holding back either.
    He groaned as her hands found the edge of his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. Angela yanked it open, and he heard buttons pop free to bounce off the dashboard. Her fingers scraped over his bare chest, nails digging into his skin as she let out a needy moan that pushed him to the edge in record time.
    It was as if she’d never left Glen Barrow, never left him.
    Hunter caught himself, panting.
    She was willing and ready—he could smell her arousal and hear the need in her voice, the wildcat waiting to be