I shook my head and she smiled softly. It was the sexiest thing I had seen in a long time, mostly because it was her and she was so fucking beautiful. Reece finished her beer and threw her hand in the air. A few minutes later, Lindee was at the table.
“Can you bring a bottle of Black Ops bourbon? I think we’re going to need something stronger than this.” She pointed to the beer then grinned while Lindee nodded, tossed out, “be right back”, and pushed her way through the crowd. Reece stood and extended a hand.
“Dance with me.”
“I’m not much of a dancer.”
“Then I’ll do the dancing and you can keep me company.”
My eyes moved past her to the dance floor before they were back on her, crawling slowly from her legs up the rest of her body. She pulled her lip between her teeth and squinted a little, like she was second guessing asking, but that pretty ass smile was back when I turned up my beer, finished what was left, then stood, accepting her hand. I followed her to the dance floor and accepted the fact that I was about to make some terribledecisions because of Reece Allen but damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy every single minute.
I was in trouble.
Serious trouble but I welcomed it with open arms. That trouble had a beautiful smile, chocolate brown skin, and hands that kept finding their way to me. For thirty minutes, Reece locked her fingers behind my neck or kept them on my shoulders and chest while she leaned into me, rocking her hips against me in a way that made me painfully aware of how good she smelled and how soft her body was.
True to her word, I was just there to keep her company while she smiled lazily, gazing into my eyes while she grinded her body against me. Never cared for dancing, but for Reece, I would do that shit every time she asked. But nothing compared to the moment she confiscated my hat, dropped it onto her head, and shoved me out of the way to line dance with her girl to “Cowboy Swag”.
I didn’t stand a chance because every woman in the building who wasn’t already on the dance floor rushed out there, taking over. I was familiar with the artist Kevo but had never heard the song. I assumed it had to very cowgirl’s new anthem based on the way they began stepping together, twisting their bodies and testing the depth at which they dropped to the floor.
Reece was intensely aware of her moves. Each sway of her hips was intentional, seductive, and had me locked in. There was nothing overly dramatic about how she moved but I followed every shift of her body as she worked through the choreographed steps with that big ass unguarded smile on her face. Reece kepther attention divided between me and her girl, and every time her eyes made it back to me, there was no mistaking what was on her mind.
When Kevo sang “tip your hat to the man you’re leaving with tonight” and Reece’s gaze met mine before her delicate fingers pinched the rim of my Jaxson and her chin dropped so that the only part of her face I had a visual of were those pretty ass lips, I had to shift my stance to work through the discomfort of my body’s reaction. She looked at her homegirl seconds later and the two of them fell out laughing before their heads were close and they worked through the steps while whispering to each other.
Once she reached her limit on the dance floor, we headed back to the table. This time, instead of allowing the small weathered wood to create a barrier between us, Reece dragged her chair right in front of mine. She worked one of her legs between mine so that her knee was against the seat but that wasn’t enough. She kept her hand on my thigh while we talked about any and everything.
None of it was important but I didn’t want to forget a single damn detail Reece shared with me. She was damn sure attractive, and I had not intended for her to become my distraction, but with very little effort other than just existing in my space? Reece became the focus of all my attention.
I leaned forward to take my Jaxson and she grinned, shaking her head. “I want to wear it.”
“And I want to see your hair.” I reached forward again and lifted my hat, dropping it onto my head while she shook hers, moving the fluffy mass then shoving some out of her face.
“You like my hair?”
“Yeah, I do. You got a lot of it.”
And I could put it to good use…
“I like wearing it like this.” She grinned, shaking her head again a little more dramatically, giving me that beautiful smile. “When I was a kid, I wore braids a lot. I had so much hair my dad didn’t know what to do with it. His solution was paying someone to braid it. When I was old enough to do it myself, I just set it free.”
“Y’all close?”
Her eyes dropped and she nodded when her gaze was on me again. “Yeah, very. He raised me.”
I wondered about her mom and felt we were comfortable enough where I could ask. However, I didn’t want to push it if that wasn’t a topic she liked to discuss. So I simplified things by offering a way for her to share whatever she wanted.
“Tell me your story, Reece.”
“It’s not interesting.”
She had no damn clue how eager I was to absorb whatever she wanted to offer. “Let me be the judge of that.”
When she only stared at me, I placed my hand on her exposed thigh and moved my thumb over the soft skin just inside her knee and added, “I told you about my broken heart, the least you can do is tell me if anyone has ever broken yours.”
Her eyes locked on mine before she swallowed roughly and spoke quietly. “My dad.”
I frowned, not understanding until she clarified, “He left me and my dad was all I had. So that’s the only man who’s ever broken my heart, and I miss him, a lot, but not tonight. Tonight I’m happy and happy feels good.”
I couldn’t help myself when I asked, “I make you happy, Reece?”
