And all to a hottie with tats and a Wrangler-covered ass. Not that I’m complaining, but I never thought I’d see the day when a man had me submitting.
The hilarious part of it all is that he has no idea.
Love this for me.
“I heard your hotel is really nice. I have friends who live in Star Valley.”What kind of dumb-minded small talk am I making?
If I were him, I’d take this as his warning sign to run. Run far, far away from the short blonde woman. But he grabs tight to my thigh instead.
You shouldn’t have done that. Now I want you even more, Ranger.
His palm covers my thigh entirely and I do my best not tolook down. The sight of his hands on me…overpowering me…will make me combust right here in this coffee shop.
And that’s a private matter.Have some couth, Collie.My mother’s words echo in the back of my mind.Couth.Her favorite word. Decency. Respect.
She’d roll over in her Lily Pulitzer dress if she only knew the kind of disrespect her daughter enjoys.
“How far is my hotel from the rehearsal dinner?” Easton asks.
“Around fifteen minutes. Not too far.”
I’m not acting like myself, and it’s freaking me out. I can’t focus. Not when his hand soothes me and the warmth of his chest cozies me into him. God, it feels so good to be in his arms.
“That’s helpful.” Something about his tone tells me he’s fishing for something. “Will you be drinking?” he asks.
“Probably if I want to survive dinner with the Trunchbull.”
Easton chuckles. “You call me if you need a ride. I don’t want you driving.”
Bossy, eh?How’d he know that’s my favorite trait?
“Sure thing, Superman.”
“And if the drive back home feels too long, you call me. I mean it. I’ll be there in a second.”
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’s trying to charm his way into my panties. Is Easton Voss playing games with me right now? Is this gentlemen act all to get me alone?
It’s kind of our thing.
If so, it’s working.
“Don’t worry. There will be plenty of people there to give me a ride home if needed. Thanks for caring, though, Ranger. Tells me everything I need to know.” I reach to place a softkiss on his cheek and tell myself we’re headed in the right direction.
Maybe he needs a little push.
Maybe he’s trying to be respectful and wait for my cue to go for it.
Or maybe he’s just playing games with me after all and using our teasing as foreplay?
I feel his body tense, and I know there’s been a shift. I want him to break. “You wouldn’t dare.” His whisper is firm, yet wildly sensual. So much that I feel it in my core. He knows I’m caught up with his game plan now.
“Two months is a long time to miss me, Easton. Not even the strongest man could resist what we have.”
His hiss resounds in my ear as the hand on my thigh moves higher. “Fuck. You drive me crazy.”
“Good,” I whisper in his ear. “That means you feel something.”
If there’s anything I’m confident in now, it’s that I need to beat him at his own game. Push him to the very edge until he unleashes his feelings.
