“You did,” she says, slipping her fingers into my palm. “Night’s not getting any younger. And you better wear your hat or I will.”
I smirk. “You know what happens with the hats, darlin’.”
She gives me her best innocent face. “Wear the hat, drive the truck?”
I smooth my hand over her ass as we turn for the dancefloor, giving it a squeeze and a pat. “That’s exactly it.”
The song’s not really good for two-stepping or slow dancing, so we bop around with Caleb, Becca, and Brianna. We spin each other around, goofing off by holding hands all together. The tension I felt after talking to Rob and getting the bad news about school dissipates, and I’m just having fun.
She’s fucking starry-eyed as she whirls to lock her hands behind my neck, kicking up one heel. “Did I earn my kisses now?”
I wrap my arms across her lower back. “Even if you hadn’t, all you have to do is ask. I can’t tell you no.”
Her eyes widen and her brows lower. “You told me I had to be good and do my work before I got more. Don’t gaslight me.”
I rub my nose to hers. “Well, there’s something to be said for building the anticipation.”
“Tease,” she accuses just before I lower my lips to hers.
“Look at that,” I say as we pull apart. “Such a lip slut, begging for kisses.”
Darcy slaps my chest and I cackle. “You’re worse than a pest, Jake Warren.”
A good two-stepping song comes on and I spin her twice, her hair twirling around, before I lower her into a dip. “But you love it.”
“Quit running your mouth and dance.”
Darcy’s a whirlwind of joy, with her uninhibited, glowing eyes, laughing whenever our faces are close, and her body feeling perfect under my hands. She’s a natural dancing with me, our chemistry so easy. I don’t have to shove her anywhere because she just goes and there are a few spots where she leads me.
I twist her into my body, and the way she looks up at me decimates me.
I want her. Need her. Want to press against her so hard that I lose track of where she starts and I end. We need to get out of here.
When I dip her at the end of this song, I take the liberty of running my hand up her thigh, and I want to eat the way she sighs when I graze my lips over her chest, collarbones, and neck.
“Scandalous,” she whispers when we’re face to face again.
A peek over her shoulder reveals something a little more scandalous. “Um. I thought Becca had a boyfriend.”
She looks quickly, then does a double take. Brianna has Becca pinned to the wall by the bathrooms, making out like no one’s around. Darcy’s gaze snaps to the bar, where the bartender looks on.
“She does. They’re all interested in broadening their horizons.”
My eyebrows go up. “That’s Becca’s boyfriend?”
Darcy laughs. “Yep. I don’t think we have to worry about giving Bri a ride home.”
I lean down to her ear as we sway to a standard every country fan knows: “Strawberry Wine.” “That’s alright. More of you for me.”
Darcy guffaws. “Wait, did you think you were the one getting a three-way?”
I’m honestly shocked by how casual Darcy is about this. I can’t say I’ve never had my opportunities, but she’s so nonchalant. “I didn’t know three-ways were on the menu tonight. I just meant I’m glad I don’t have to share you. I don’t like people playing with my toys.”
She quirks a brow. “And yet, you were the one playing with my toys, and that was fine. That’s what we call a double standard, cowboy.”
I hang my head. “Yes, okay, I was curious. Sue me. The thought of you getting off is hot. Very hot.”
“Yeah, well, can’t say I’ve never thought about what you might do when you think about me.” Her gaze goes devilish. “How many times have you touched yourself and thought of me?”
