Chapter 10
Posy
The lights dance around me and the music draws me in. It’s Sunday so it’s a quiet night. No heavy drinking. No annoying tourists. Just a bunch of people like me with no place else to be and a love for the joy of dancing.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I slip my hands into my pockets and scuff my boots, laughing happily.
There’s so much joy in music. So much emotion. It’s always called to me.
It’s not gonna make me rich. But it’s more than money for me. It’s the joy.
The belonging. For at least a few dances, I’m part of something. Part of the people around me.
Frissons of heat roll down my spine and my eyes are drawn right to him. He’s standing at the bar watching me, his gray stetson pushed back on his head, his dark green gaze shuttered but yet shining with desire.
He wants me. I want him. I want the experience that I know he can give me. I want that before I inevitably leave.
He stalks around the side of the dance floor and then pops up in front of me.
“Hello, Sugar.”
Stumbling over my feet, I blush. His low voice is so sexy I can feel my whole body tingling with want.
He chuckles and touches my hand, pulling my body tight to him. I can feel his chest rise and fall against me. Feel a shudder that runs through his tall frame.
“Damn, you’re pretty tonight. But I don’t know how you don’t kill yourself on the dance floor.”
Laughing, I let him guide me around in a circle, his hand holding one of mine while the other spins me, holding my spine gently.
The music glides over me as warm and sweet as his hands holding me gently. His steps are sure. His eyes are steady on me.
Breathless, I feel each beat of the music. Feel the hunger burning in his eyes, the supple beauty of his lean body.
It’s like an ancient rite of passage and I’m helpless in his thrall.
He leans closer, his thighs flexing against my hips. My mouth goes completely dry when I feel the bulge in his snug jeans. His breath caresses my ear and then he sighs. “I want you so much, Sugar. You’re like a damn drug that I can’t kick.”
At least for now. One day he will and I’ll be alone again, hitting the road to somewhere new. Always looking. Searching.
His mouth runs along the curve of my jaw and I shiver, lost to his touch. Tempted by something I don’t understand fully. But so damn tempted.
“Can I take you home?”
“You just got here,” I sigh.
“Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let me take you home. Let me touch you and make you feel good.”
He draws back and I’m lost in the deep green of his eyes, swirling with flecks of blue and gold.
Nodding my head, I stumble after him when he yanks me over to the table I was sitting at. Grabbing my coat, I slip it on, stumbling after him, lost in a fog of hunger and suddenly not willing to push it down.
The cold air hits my burning cheeks but it doesn’t cool the flames rippling under my skin and settling right in my core.
He turns to me and slides his hand up my back, tangling in my curls and jerking my head back.
Gasping, I wonder where the joker who usually teases me is hiding. This man is full-on hot as hell.
He leans down and takes my mouth, claiming each breath for his own. His tongue glides along the curve of my lips and then when my lips open, it surges forward and he licks my teeth, my tongue. Every inch of my mouth.
Dragging his lips away, he groans and leans his forehead on mine. “You’re so damn beautiful, Sugar. I’ve been hard as hell since I met you.”
Awed, I move closer, feeling his fingers tug at my hair gently. “You don’t have to take me home, Sugar. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
“I’m ready. I want this.”
With a single, short nod he pushes me to his truck. “We’ll get your car later. I need you with me.”
He’s so strong and the growl in his voice is making me all kinds of hot.
He practically throws me up in the truck and then locks me in with the seatbelt, shutting the door. I watch his big body dart around the front of the truck, stunned that this guy wants me.
I know what I look like. I’m not ugly. I’m just not sexy enough for a man like Stone Jacobson.
But if he wants me, I’m sure as hell gonna take him up on it. It will be a wonderful story to keep me warm when he’s tired of me and moves on. Just like I will.
His hand catches mine as he backs out and we hit the road. His eyes don’t leave the road but his fingers run along the curve of my hip and I close my eyes, heat sizzling everywhere he touches. Like a match to paper, he does things to my control that shouldn’t be allowed.
But I fucking love it.
He makes me feel alive.
It feels like forever until we make it home but it’s probably only minutes.
Then he pushes the door open and opens mine, pulling me out and tossing me over his shoulder.
Squeaking, I struggle to grab his shirt and hold myself steady.
“What the hell…Stone! Put me down. You’re gonna hurt your back.”
“You weigh as much as a feather, sweetheart. I’ve moved bales of hay heavier than you.”
Huffing, I hold my keys out and let him open the door.
Stumbling inside, he turns and slams me into the wall, his mouth finding mine again as his hands run up and down my sides.
My breath goes short, my vision pure white as desire slams into me like a runaway freight train.
My heart races and I groan like a wild animal when his hands find my breasts and his thumbs tweak them sending a shot of electricity up my spine and around to my belly.
Gasping, I lift my head and pull away from him. “Are you sure about this?”
He growls and his lips run up and down my throat, his teeth raking the soft skin and my whole body freezes.
“I want you so damn bad that I think I could fucking blow my load right here, right now. Even though both of us still have all our clothes on, I don’t fucking care. You’re killing me.”
“So fuck me. Right here. Right now.” Gasping, I groan when his warm hands come up and slip under my shirt. His callouses strum along my skin and drive me wild. My whole body shudders and I close my eyes.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“I’m gonna fuck you in a bed where you deserve to be,” he snarls and then he turns, stumbling down the hall. He slams into a wall and both of us groan. But he kisses me again and I sigh, sinking into the kiss, drinking in his taste, the soft growl that fills my mouth.
Then he rips himself free and staggers to the bed, tossing me down lightly. He crawls up my body with panther-grace and the look in his eyes stills me.
Predator. Hunter. Danger.
But his lips find mine and I sink back into the pure hunger that washes over me. His lips cling to mine and then his mouth moves lower and his rough fingers pull and tug at my clothes. Breathless, my eyes follow him.
Until his hands find the buttons to my jeans and he’s tugging them off. He groans and his hands find the curves of my hips as he buries his face in my core.
His lips dampen my panties as he kisses them roughly, his tongue running along the smooth silk.
He’s a wild animal. My hips lift and I groan, my fingers tangling in the soft curls of his hair. Tugging, I groan and my head falls back.
It doesn’t stop him. He rips the panties off my body and his mouth finds my center like a heat-seeking missile searching for its target. My whole body freezes and I don’t know what to think.
Something curls through my belly, getting bigger and bigger until it feels like my whole body is about to come apart and fling me into the far corners of the room.
His tongue touches my clit and I groan, screaming as waves of pleasure wash over me. White fills my vision, fills my head until all I can feel are the rolling waves washing over me, dragging me under.