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“And what is that, Chance? What is it you want from me, exactly?”
“I want you next to me at all of these fucking horrible events. I want to take you out to dinner, have you in my bed. I want you in my kitchen in the morning. I want you telling me when I’m being an asshole. Most importantly, I just want you here. With me.”
“And the rodeo? The town thinking we’re engaged?”
“Keep the ring on and let them think that. We’ll just say we’re going to have a long engagement. We can see what happens from there.”
Silence hangs between us as we stand here in the hallway, our breath syncing and slowing. After what feels like an eternity, she takes my hand and laces her fingers through mine. “I think I can handle that, Mr. Declan.”
I lean in and give her a kiss. It’s not as heated and deep as the one we shared earlier. This one is tender and sweet. It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever shared with a woman before. I also know it means so much more than any other kiss ever has.
I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t promise her forever, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe promising right now is enough.
“What do you say we get out of here and go see Greyson perform? I’ve heard he’s some country hot shot or something.”
She laughs. “I’d like that.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Dakota
Standing in front of the closed wooden doors, I can’t take my eyes off the gold plaque that reads ‘Private Suite.’ With my hand linked with Chance’s, we stand there in silence, not ready to cross the threshold and find out what waits on the other side.
Last night had been a dream. We stayed in each other’s arms through the whole concert, swaying and singing as Greyson performed his heart out for the town. For one night we put everything aside, all the shit that has happened over the last few weeks, and just enjoyed being in each other’s company.
When he took me back to his house last night and took me to bed, it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. When I thought he was being caring and attentive during our weekend together, that was nothing compared to the way he treated me last night. He was gentle and caring—until he wasn’t—and gave me the most mind-blowing orgasms I didn’t even know could physically be possible.
“Tell me something no one knows,” I say, lacing my fingers through his.
We’re lying in his bed, my head resting on his bicep, covered just in his sheets.
Our breaths have finally come down after our last session of lovemaking; our skin glistening with sweat.
“There’s lots people don’t know,” he says with a chuckle.
I turn and fold my hands over his bare chest, feeling the hard muscles underneath. Resting my chin on my hands, I give him a lazy smile. “Pick one.”
He rests his hands under his head, looking up at the ceiling, staying silent. He sighs heavily, and I feel my hand and head moving up and down with the movement.
“I hate ice cream.”
“What?” I pop my head up. “Who hates ice cream?”
“I do,” he says with a chuckle.
“But…how?” I ask, amazed. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t like at least one flavour of ice cream.”
“Not me.”
“Is it all sweets?” I place my head back on my hands, looking up at him.
“No, I like cookies and pie just fine. I don’t know, maybe I just don’t like frozen foods.”
“Huh.” Of all the things I am expecting—or hoping—Chance would tell me, I wasn’t expecting that.
“What about you?” He asks, bending his knee, further encasing my body against his. I can feel his arousal, the hardness lengthening under my stomach, as he lifts his hips and rolls into me.
“I…uh…” His movements leave me temporarily dumbstruck as my body starts to remember the way he made me feel not that long ago.
