Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

I throw open the door, intent on grabbing breakfast along with my things. And gasp at the scruffy-faced male figure leaning against the wall, his tall, muscular body draped in a heavy plaid winter coat overtop layers of fleece, his ash-blond hair capped with a black beanie. His piercing icy blue eyes are locked on me. “What are you doing here!” I exclaim, as waves of relief course through my limbs. “Take a wild guess.” Jonah’s gruff voice rattles in my chest. God, I’ve missed hearing it in person. “But I thought … the storm—” “There was a decent break, so I took it, flew low, and prayed it would hold.” His gaze skates over my hair, my nose, my mouth, stalling there. “Was it bad?” “Would you get over here already?” He heaves himself off the wall, taking a step toward me. I dive into his chest, savoring the feel of his hard body against mine and the smell of him—spearmint gum and woodsy soap—as our lips find each other in a welcoming kiss. “My flight’s delayed.” He curls his arms around me and pulls me tight to him, his bristly hair scratching against my skin as he bends to dip his face into the crook of my neck. He inhales deeply and then lets out a contented sigh. “I know. The airport’s a mess. Tons of people trying to get places for Christmas.” I close my eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Suddenly, spending our first Christmas together at the dead-animal hotel doesn’t seem so appalling.