Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 646

Chapter 646

After Tara left, Clara poured herself another glass of fruit wine.

She didn't really care about whatever the guys were talking about. Their conversation faded into the background as she drifted off into her own thoughts.

By the time Dylan called her name, she'd already downed five glasses. Her eyes were a little glassy, her mind floating.

He reached over, gently catching her wrist and taking the empty glass from her hand, setting it down on the coffee table. His tone was gentle.

"I look away for a second and you drink this much?"

A glass or two of that sweet wine was no big deal, but five? That stuff would hit her hard in a few minutes.

Clara slumped back against the sofa, her cheeks warm and rosy. She heard him talking to her and tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like jelly. She pushed herself up too quickly and ended up tumbling right into his lap, bumping her nose hard against his chest. The sting brought tears to her eyes.

as she tilted her

bobbed. He brushed his hand up the side of her neck, tilted her chin, and

the room, Jackson was chatting with Richard when he noticed Nicholas's face turn beet red. He followed Nicholas's gaze-and

the private lounge with

saw Dylan-usually the picture of restraint-kissing Clara like he couldn't get enough of her,

time any of them had seen Dylan lose control-at least

had time to breathe. She turned her head to catch her breath, but Dylan's hand was already on her chin, pulling her

in the

the trash, shaking his head. "Maybe... save it for when you two get

down to pick up his glass, but the spilled wine

but she caught the words "save it for

breathing was already ragged. Now

down to his jaw, then

let out a low laugh, turned her face back toward his, and kissed

in. She stopped cold

there was no way she could take another step. Her face went through