I was breathless at the unexpected move and before I could catch my breath, he did it again.
“Slade,” I exclaimed as he tucked me against him.
We danced through one song, and into the next and I thought about Paige telling me I only turned thirty once and what she’d meant underneath it. Which was to stop being sensible. Stop making careful choices.
She wasn’t wrong.
The band shifted into something slower, and Slade’s hand moved from my waist to the dip of my back. His hand was large and possessive, his thumb stroking me through the fabric of my dress. He pressed one big thigh between mine ,and I groaned as he subtly moved me against his leg. The thick, iron ridge of his arousal pressed against my stomach. “You feel what you’re doing to me, Jamie?”
I stood on my tiptoes, in my pretty pink boots, and whispered against his neck. “Do you want to feel what you’re doing to me?”
He stopped. The other dancers continued to move around us, but neither of us cared.
He stared down at me, his jaw clenched. “Are you sure? Because once I get you behind closed doors, you’re not leaving. And I won’t be gentle about this. You understand?”
I kissed the edge of his mouth. “I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
He looked at me for one more moment, checking, making certain, because that was the man he was. He took my hand, and we walked to cabin nine, and I didn’t look back.
CHAPTER TEN
Slade
The cabin door had barely closed behind us when I turned her around and backed her against it.
She looked up at me, her eye wide, and I looked right back, and thought about the torture she’d put me through for the past few days. The sassy comebacks, the way her hips swayed when she walked away from me, head held high like I hadn’t just kissed her senseless. Or felt her come apart while I touched her.
“I’ve been thinking about this. Ever since you walked into my cabin and ogled me in my towel.”
Her breath came out sharp. “I did not ogle you.”
“You most certainly did, darlin’.” I put both hands on the door beside her head and stepped closer, letting our bodies touch. “I’ve been patient, Jamie. Waiting for you to see what was right in front of you.”
“And what’s that?” I knew she felt how thick and aching my cock was against her soft stomach. But I didn’t care. There would be no more pretending tonight.
“Me. Your cowboy.”
“My cowboy? You sure about that?” Her hands came up, spreading across my chest.
“Dead positive.”
“Then show me what else you got, cowboy.”
That was all I needed.
I kissed her deep and dirty, turning her around and walking her backward toward the bed. She went with me, hands moving from my chest to my shoulders to the back of my neck, pulling me down into her like she’d been thinking about this too and was done pretending otherwise.
I reached back and found the zipper of her dress and drew it down slowly, feeling every inch of her back come bare under my hands. I pushed the thin fabric off her shoulders, letting it slide down her curves until it pooled around her ankles.
The dress hit the floor. I took her hand, and she stepped out of it.
And then she was standing there in nothing but a silky bra, a pair of lace panties that made my jaw ache, and those damn pink boots.
“I’m going to fuck you now, darlin’. Any objections?”
I saw her resolve waver, just a little at my words. But I couldn’t help it. I was done being patient. Done holding back.
I put my hands on her hips and gently pushed her backward until she was sitting on the edge of the mattress. I dropped to one knee, grabbing the heel of the first pink boot and tugging it off, tossing it aside. The second one followed, leaving her bare legs dangling over the edge of my bed.
