She hums in the back of her throat. “I like the sound ofthat.”
Our eyes meet. “Do you do this often? Hypnotize men with yourspells?”
It’s her turn to laugh. The soft, sultry sound hits me square in my chest. “I haven’t had great luck in the relationship department, so my spells might need somework.”
Her confession surprises me. Tori is a drop-dead beautiful woman. Feisty as all get-out and playful as sin. I’m not sure why men aren’t falling at her feet, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to change herluck.
And maybe minetoo.
She toys with the button on my shirt. “Have you wooed many women in the back of thistruck?”
“Can’t say that I have. If anything, I’m pretty rusty when it comes to all this. Been outta the dating scene for a longtime.”
“I thought country boys were all about seducing women with their big trucks and Southerncharm.”
I drag my finger along the hollow of her throat, loving the way her breath picks up. “You looking to test out my stickshift?”
Her sexy laugh draws me closer. “If you think you can handle myspeed.”
I’m pretty sure we’re not talking about myFord.
When my lips graze hers, I tell her the truth. “I’d love to findout.”
23
Tori
Above us,ten thousand stars shine bright in the night sky. Parked in the pasture, with my arms full of this man as we make out in the bed of his truck, I’m a bundle ofcontradictions.
Burning hot butshivering.
Terrified buttrusting.
Overwhelmed butwanting.
The stubble on his square jaw tickles my skin, and I lean into the kiss, needing to feel everything he can giveme.
I don’t care that the rigid steel beneath me bites through the quilt and into my back. I don’t care that this thing between us could go wrong in a hundred different ways. I don’t care that I could fall way too hard forhim.
I’m so tired of protecting myself. I want one night,one nightwhere I can feel him and touch him and let myself go and not be fearful of gettinghurt.
The breeze cuts through my poor excuse for an outfit, but Ethan’s warm body hovering so near heats my skin even though he’s leaning over me, bracing himself a respectable distance away. Keeping himself from tumbling intome.
But his hot kisses make me desperate formore.
“Come closer,” I mumble against his lips. He pauses, looking down at me with so much desire in his eyes, I could incinerate right here. “I’m not buzzed anymore, and I need you to come closer. Rightnow.”
A smirk breaks out on his face. “Demanding little thing, aren’tyou?”
I let myself take him in. His disheveled hair that I’ve thoroughly finger-fucked. His five-o’clock shadow that scratches against my palm. Those perfectly sculpted lips, wet from mykisses.
“I’m demanding when I know what I want, and at this moment, more than anything, it’s you.” The relief I feel from saying those words isimmediate.
I never used to be someone who held back, either with what I thought or felt, but the last year has messed with my head. Right now, though, in this dark field, wrapped in Ethan’s arms, I feelsafe.
And I have to take achance.
Justone.
