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.

she tilted her head up. Her eyes were bright

hand up the side of her neck, tilted her

with Richard when he noticed Nicholas's face turn beet red. He followed Nicholas's gaze-and his

the private lounge with its sweet

restraint-kissing Clara like he couldn't get enough of her, he squeezed his own glass until it

was the first time any of them had seen Dylan lose

turned her head to catch her breath, but Dylan's hand

sounded soft and hazy in

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

glass, but the spilled wine was a

was finally let go, her lips a little puffy. She barely understood. what was happening, but she caught the words "save it for home," and something stubborn flared

was already ragged. Now

to his jaw, then his

a low laugh, turned her face

when Tara walked in. She

could take another step. Her face