Angela hadn't felt this way in months. Maybe years.
Even during her best times with Eric, she'd never felt this connection, this merging of needs and desires threatening to rip all coherent thoughts from her mind.
She tugged the dress shirt off his shoulders with an annoyed grunt, eager to get her hands on the rest of Hunter's body. It'd been too long since she'd felt so hot, so alive, so—
"Hey." The gruff voice shot ice through her veins.
It wasn't Hunter.
She froze in place, confused.
"f**k!" Hunter scrabbled for the window control button to the right of her head.
The clear glass on the passenger's side lowered to reveal a solemn-faced Jake, clutching a flashlight in one hand.
"You folks okay?" he deadpanned, staring directly at Angela.
Angela glared at him as the cool outside a
