We dance for another few minutes, our sweat-covered bodies moving in sync, my pulse pumping, the hypnotic beats coursing through me. And I can honestly say it’s the best night of my life.
Everything’s easy with Reed.
While my heart may be racing a million miles per minute, and I’ve never been more horny in my life, I know there’s no pressure for how this night will end. Whatever I want, it’s mine.Unless I want it all.
When the heat becomes too much, I fan my face and Reed nods, motioning to the edge of the dance floor.
With a lopsided grin, I follow his lead, conceding defeat, and my awe returns.
“I stand corrected,” I rush out, still catching my breath. “Youcandance. I am not worthy.” I bow my head and Reed rolls his eyes as he chuckles.
“I can’t believe you doubted me.”
“Honestly, I didn’t. I could tell those hips were made for moving. Only I never knew how well they could move.” I tilt my head to the side, my eyes locked on his waist, imagining his hips moving again. “Trust me when I say, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought.”
“I bet you have.” Reed laughs, bouncing his eyebrows as he thins his lips. His flirtatious grin has my body heating, wishing his mouth was on mine.
“Stop.” I playfully push him away, needing some space. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you dance like that before. Or that you’re a cowboy.” I nod to his hat and he chuckles again, swapping it to my head. My pulse races as I smile up at him, and when he uses the hat to bring my face closer to his, only stopping when there’s barely a breath between us, I swear my heart stops.
With his hand still curled around the back of my head, his intense stare bores into mine, burning a path to my now pounding heart as he pulls me into a kiss. His warm lips caress mine, sending a spark of electricity straight to my core, and for the first time, I’m not convinced it’s for show.
The kiss is gentle and explorative, but full of so much passion it sends my mind spinning. With a breath caught in my throat, I mewl in contentment. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been kissed like this.
I’m so caught up in the moment that when someone bumps me from behind, I jolt forward, falling into Reed’s arms, snapping me out of whatever spell I was under. Snapping usbothout of our stupor until we’re laughing out loud.
“I need a drink.” I fan my face again as Brooklyn waves at me from the other side of the dance floor, bouncing around to get my attention.
Reed squeezes my hips. “I’ll get the drinks. You go and see what she wants.”
He turns toward the bar, but I grab his arm, pulling him to a stop. “Your hat?” I grab the brim, ready to give it back until he shakes his head. “I mean, whoever’s hat this is.” I grimace but he waves me off, smiling.
“Keep it for now. It looks good on you and it matches your boots.” He points down at the cowboy boots I borrowed from the costume department. I was waiting to see if he’d comment on them. “We’ll give it back in a bit.” He winks again and I’m so freaking giddy I’m embarrassed for myself.
He disappears to get me another water—with me still keeping up my America’s sweetheart charade—and my mind races as I smile after him.
It’s official—I am crazy about that man.
Shaking off my thoughts, I turn to search for Brooklyn just as Cameron waltzes over, his lips pulled into a goofy grin, his bodyswaying uncontrollably. He shakes his hips and I almost grin until a thought hits me… I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this drunk. Hell, with the way he’s struggling to make eye contact, he may even be on something.
“Cam, are you—”
“He doesn’t like me, does he?” Cam cuts me off, nodding toward the bar where Reed’s staring our way.
“He’s my boyfriend, Cam. And you kissed me. Do you blame him?”
Cam grabs my waist and I casually laugh it off, pushing him away until his grip tightens. “I know you liked it,” he whispers, the heat of his breath making me squirm. “I felt the way your body melted into mine.”
“I love Reed,” I snap, saying the three little words just to shut him up. Only, as they leave my lips, my heart swells. “He’s my—”
“Tell me something,” Cam cuts me off, releasing his hold. “Did he send you flowers for your premiere?”
“What?” My eyes flash to his as my mind drifts back to that night.
“What about chocolate?” he adds, smirking. “Does he know your favorite type? Does he send you letters?”
Letters?
Oh, God.
