He does, and I want to go back to explore, but that seems a little insensitive. It isn’t a place to explore; it’s someone’s home. I already asked Vaughn for the information to volunteer, andhe sent it right away. Now I wonder if maybe Dawson would volunteer with me.
Ugh, this guy.
I didn’t wear panties to bed last night because I knew I would be getting myself off to the memory of how close his mouth was to mine. How his large body crowded me as he gripped the counter, which made his arms look all flexed and sexy. How good he smelled as he grinned down at me with those dimples winking at me.
Three times. I got myself off three times just from thinking about him.
I can’t help but wonder if he’s doing the same.
Soon, my thoughts wander to stripping him out of his dark wash jeans and brown knitted sweater. When he showed up to pick me up, he was freshly showered and he had shaved. His strong jaw looks so smooth, I want to run not only my fingers along it but my tongue too. His lips are plump and curved up in his easy smile as he parks in the first spot he sees at Gentry Farms.
“This okay?” I nod as we get out, our drinks in hand. He comes around the car to take my hand, and I smile up at him. “I like to give the families the front parking spaces. It’s what my dad always does.”
Remember how I told you about the wall I’d built around myself, and how he just keeps taking it down, brick by brick? Well, with that statement, he knocks down eight of them.
How does someone with such a shitty reputation with women turn out to be such a great guy?
I sigh as we head into fall fun. The air is crisp, a bit chilly, but the sun is warm on our faces. I’m thankful for the choice of brown tights to keep my legs warm, but I wish I hadn’t worn the long-sleeved shirt under my ruffled green overall dress. I worry I’ll start sweating, but hopefully I’ll be okay.
“Have you been here?”
Dawson’s question pulls me from my internal thoughts. “Yeah, all the time. We used to come every year when I was younger.”
He nods. “Me too. Maybe we were here at the same time.”
I grin. I am starting to dislike the word maybe. “Maybe,” I draw out. “But you wouldn’t have seen me.”
He raises a brow. “No?”
“Nope. I hid the whole time.”
He scoffs. “Why?”
“It was a game withTía. I would hide, and she’d have to find me. If she didn’t, I got a huge bag of caramel popcorn.”
He laughs. “So you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
“I did…hiding,” I say with a laugh. “But then my dad would find me, and we’d enjoy our day.” I can still hear my dad’s “Got you!” before he’d pull me out of wherever I was hiding.
“Show me a spot?”
I can’t help but beam at him as I drag him toward the barn, where they have a child-size maze. I pull him through, thankful hardly any kids are here yet, and then climb into a little alcove made of hay. He pokes his head into my hiding spot and gives me a look. “I don’t know that I’ll fit.”
I wave him off. “It’s open here. You’ll fit.” I point up to where there is nothing above me, only the sounds of families and friends making memories. The smells of caramel and popcorn waft through the air, making my mouth water. But then it’s watering for a whole different reason when Dawson maneuvers his big body close to mine. He takes the backs of my calves and drapes my legs over his so that we both fit. Together, we lean on the hay, and I’m burning up from the inside out.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he says in a low voice.
“Like what?” I ask innocently.
“Like you want to leave this little hidey-hole looking like you just had a roll in the hay.”
I grin. “Maybe I do.”
He chuckles. “That is not a family-friendly activity.”
“You sure?”
“Uh, yeah. The things I want to do are not.”
