Shaking my head, I put the truck in gear and pull away, heading back home.
Back to real life.
CHAPTER 10
Posy
The lights dance around me and the music draws me in. It’s Sunday so it’s a quiet night. No heavy drinking. No annoying tourists. Just a bunch of people like me with no place else to be and a love for the joy of dancing.
Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I slip my hands into my pockets and scuff my boots, laughing happily.
There’s so much joy in music. So much emotion. It’s always called to me.
It’s not gonna make me rich. But it’s more than money for me. It’s the joy.
The belonging. For at least a few dances, I’m part of something. Part of the people around me.
Frissons of heat roll down my spine and my eyes are drawn right to him. He’s standing at the bar watching me, his gray stetson pushed back on his head, his dark green gaze shuttered but yet shining with desire.
He wants me. I want him. I want the experience that I know he can give me. I want that before I inevitably leave.
He stalks around the side of the dance floor and then pops up in front of me.
“Hello, Sugar.”
Stumbling over my feet, I blush. His low voice is so sexy I can feel my whole body tingling with want.
He chuckles and touches my hand, pulling my body tight to him. I can feel his chest rise and fall against me. Feel a shudder that runs through his tall frame.
“Damn, you’re pretty tonight. But I don’t know how you don’t kill yourself on the dance floor.”
Laughing, I let him guide me around in a circle, his hand holding one of mine while the other spins me, holding my spine gently.
The music glides over me as warm and sweet as his hands holding me gently. His steps are sure. His eyes are steady on me.
Breathless, I feel each beat of the music. Feel the hunger burning in his eyes, the supple beauty of his lean body.
It’s like an ancient rite of passage and I’m helpless in his thrall.
He leans closer, his thighs flexing against my hips. My mouth goes completely dry when I feel the bulge in his snug jeans. His breath caresses my ear and then he sighs. “I want you so much, Sugar. You’re like a damn drug that I can’t kick.”
At least for now. One day he will and I’ll be alone again, hitting the road to somewhere new. Always looking. Searching.
His mouth runs along the curve of my jaw and I shiver, lost to his touch. Tempted by something I don’t understand fully. But so damn tempted.
“Can I take you home?”
“You just got here,” I sigh.
“Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let me take you home. Let me touch you and make you feel good.”
He draws back and I’m lost in the deep green of his eyes, swirling with flecks of blue and gold.
Nodding my head, I stumble after him when he yanks me over to the table I was sitting at. Grabbing my coat, I slip it on, stumbling after him, lost in a fog of hunger and suddenly not willing to push it down.
