24. Dani
24
dani
The alcohol that courses through my body has me feeling like I could go dancing in the streets. I’m relaxed and giddy and comfortable. I’m not drunk, not really, just buzzed enough that I’m having visions of what I could do to Cade when we get back to his trailer tonight.
Stop it, Dani. I tell myself. You don’t know that’s what he wants.
Judging by the look in his eyes as he stares me down from his seat across from me in our little circle of friends, I do know.
Joanna has a guy with her, Mark, I think. And Hank has some girl with him whose name I can’t remember. Amy is the only one who’s looking at her phone, ignoring the rest of us.
She says she’s reading a new book and hasn’t seemed bothered in the least by what her siblings are doing .
Cade’s eyes land on me for the hundredth time in the last hour, and I stand and stretch, letting the new Three Rivers shirt ride up slightly, my belly showing just a smidge.
I’ve still got jeans and boots on, my spurs clanging when I take a step. “Oh man.” I fake a yawn. “I am beat.”
Cade gets up with lightning speed, and I suppress a smile. “Me too.”
Amy snorts but doesn’t take her eyes off her book. The other two don’t notice that we’re about to depart because they’re too busy with their own partners.
I throw away some trash, and Cade locks our tack room. The others wander off, likely to their own stalls, and I walk lazily to the trailer.
Moments later, I hear spurs clanging behind me, and a hand touches my own, fingers clasping mine. The smell of his cologne envelops me, and I swear there are some damn pheromones in it because just a hint of it, and I’m ready and raring to go.
We enter the trailer silently, and I feel his eyes on me.
I’m feeling bold. I’m feeling…ready.
Ready for Cade, ready to take this next step. Ready to trust him again .
He’s shown nothing but love and concern for me. He’s told me clearly that he wants to give this a shot.
I have to trust him at some point, and as scared as I am to put my faith in him again, to hand myself back over to the one man in the world who could break my heart, I felt like I was doing myself an injustice by not trying.
Life isn’t worth living if we aren’t brave enough to take a few chances.
With him still standing behind me, I reach for the hem of my shirt and drag it over my head slowly, my long hair cascading back down my back and shoulders. He is still behind me when I hear a telltale sign of him moving, his breaths picking up pace as I undressed.
As gracefully as possible, I kick off my boots and reach for the button on my jeans. I feel his body heat collide with my back and his hands come around the my front to my hand, where I’m about to pop the button.
His nose skims over my neck, eliciting a wave of goose bumps. “Allow me.”
I let out a small moan, tilting my head back and letting it rest on his shoulder. He’s still got his hat on, so the brim is shielding the light from my face. That, paired with his powerful arms wrapped around me, makes me feel like I’m cocooned in the little space with him. Like I am safe from any kind of outside nuisance.
His fingers deftly unclasp and unzip my jeans and move into the waistband, sliding them down my legs and then tapping my calves to have me step out. While he’s down there, he slides my socks off and then trails his fingers back up my legs.
Large, calloused hands grip my hips, and I lean back against his fully clothed body. I’m standing there in a white bra and panties, and even though he’s clothed down to his spurs, I’ve never felt more secure or sexy in my life.
He turns to me, and I gaze up at him, my hands going to the hem of his shirt, and I smile. “Your turn.”
But he just shakes his head, his eyes little pools of heat as he backs me against the rise in the trailer that leads to the bed. His body traps mine there, the rough carpet that runs along the walls of the trailer rubs against my back, and I feel my breathing quicken, my heart hammering in my chest in anticipation.
“Your turn,” he replies, taking his hat from his head and placing it on my own, a very cowboy thing to do that says, “you’re mine,” and he takes a knee in front of me .
I suddenly am very aware of what he’s about to do, and my heart ticks up at an alarming rate. It’s been a long…long time since he’s done this for me.
And I haven’t been with anyone else.
He kneels fully before me, his spurs clang together as he reaches forward and slides my panties down my legs.
Why are the spurs a turn-on? The whole scenario is working for me, and I don’t even care if that means something is seriously wrong with me.
When my panties are off, Cade looks up at me, and I look down, his hat falling slightly forward, and he grins at me, his hands gripping my thighs, and his husky voice asks, “Do you want this?”
I know he’s asking more than just about my pleasure, but with a steady gaze and a sure smile that I hope portrays how much I want him, I say, “I want this.”
That’s all the permission he needs. He takes my legs—both at once and throws them over his shoulders. I yelp and giggle in surprise, grateful my back is pressed against the rise as he presses his mouth against me.
I gasp at the somehow foreign yet familiar sensation. When we were together before, he didn’t have a beard so full, so this is a surprise, and the feeling it elicits is pure… goodness .
I moan, and he licks my seam, pressing kisses to me as he does so.
I start to lose my balance and grab at his head. His hair is long enough to hold on to, so I do. He moans against me, and it shoots another shiver down my spine.
Holy…
It’s been such a long time since I was touched like this. Since I was shown just how important my pleasure is to him. I never want it to end. I want to stay here in this bubble with him for as long as I can.
Everything falls away as he chases my orgasm. All my worries, all my concerns, any doubts that I carry with me float off into the distance as my attention solely focuses on him .
Cade holds me firmly, making sure I don’t slip or fall as he runs his tongue over me repeatedly. I should be ashamed of how much moaning I do, but I’m not.
I grip his hair tighter, feeling my orgasm rush through me, and I come without any warning. Cade laps it up like he’s having the best treat of his life, and I nearly fall at the sensations setting my body on fire.
He grips my legs, slowly letting my feet drop to the ground and standing himself, pressing his body against my own and grinning at me like a fool.
“That was fun,” he says, and for the first time in a really long time, I see the boyish grin, the silly charm, and the boy turned man I fell in love with.
I laugh at him and pull him to me by his shoulders. “It really was.”
He leans down and takes my lips with his own, kissing me like a man starved, and I just know, right in this moment, I’m a goner.
Again.