“s**t!” Clay said, hitting the steering wheel in frustration. First, the damn females at the airport, now this.
His gaze moved to Abby, who let out a soft moan. It was still a couple of miles before they reached the end of the road and another five miles until they reached the cabin he had been working on for the past four years. It was just as well she was waking up, because she was going to have to do some walking. He reached over, jerking her up against him. Tilting her head back, he brushed his lips against hers.
“Wake up, baby-doll, time to do some walking. I have some plans for you,” Clay said, sliding his hand down over one of Abby’s breasts and squeezing it hard.
Abby fought through the haze that clouded her mind. She felt lips pressing against hers, then a hand grip her breast,
