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“Doesn’t look like you have room for much else,” I comment, looking around.

There’s a pause. A silence that stretches and stretches. Then, “I could always make room.”

My eyes meet his. It feels entirely too early to have the type of conversation we’re edging on. I don’t even know if Iwantthat conversation. Even so, his answer soothes something deep inside of me that I barely realized was scared.

And I realize, suddenly, that he’s good at that. Soothing me when I’m scared.

Cruz clears his throat. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did,” I say with a smile. “Never thought I’d enjoy line dancing,but here we are.”

He grins. “You did well.” He cocks his head, his eyes dark under the shadow of his hat. “I’m proud of you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Of me? For what?”

He shrugs, taking a step toward me. “You were nervous, but you did it.” His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against him. “And you had fun. And looked cute.”

I bite my lip, grinning up at him. He dips his head, his lips meeting mine. His kiss is hungry, but not with the same urgency as last night. That intensity is there, but like he could spend all night igniting it.

His hands travel down my waist, gripping my ass and squeezing. I whimper softly into his mouth, and he nibbles at my bottom lip.

Arousal spikes in my core. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten wet for a man this fast.

“You in this dress, Princess,” Cruz breaks the kiss to murmur, “has had me weak in the knees all night.”

I giggle, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer.

His hand skates over my ass, finding the hem of my dress and hiking it up. “Short, slutty, little dress,” he mutters.

I bite his lip softly, and he groans. “It’s not slutty, it’s classy.”

He murmurs against my lips, “Whatever you say.”

His hands find the waistband of my underwear, and he tugs it lightly, snapping it back with a sharp zing to my skin. “Are you wearing a thong?” he breathes.

“No underwear lines,” I explain.

“Christ,” he mutters, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of my ass. “You better have another condom in that purse of yours.” He chuckles.

I lean back, glancing between him and my bag on the counter. I cock my head. “On one condition.”

He arches an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling. “Name it.”

I point my chin to the top of his head. “You keep the hat on.”

He grins. “You keepthe boots on.”

I glance down to my bright pink cowgirl boots. “Oh, you like these?” I tease. “I thought you hated them when we first met.”

He laughs, turning to grab my purse from the counter. “They’re impractical as hell, but fuck, they’re cute.” He fishes out a condom, tucking it into the back pocket of his jeans before returning to me, hoisting me up with his hands under my ass. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, capturing his mouth with mine.

He only walks a few steps before sinking to his knees, leaning over, and pinning me to the hardwood floor of the cabin. “No bed?” I tease in surprise.

“I don’t wanna wait the ten seconds it’s gonna take us to get there,” he murmurs before pressing kisses down the side of my neck.

His hand roams up my body, his thumb finding my nipple beneath the thin fabric of my dress and teasing it. I arch my back in appreciation, needing more. Cruz grabs the right strap of my dress, sliding it down my shoulder and exposing my breast.

“No bra, Princess?” he coos, his fingers immediately teasing and plucking my nipple.