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He must have assumed the shudder through my body was a chill, because he wrapped his arms around me and kept swaying as the song continued.
It wasn’t cold, though. It was him. It was the music. The words. Easton Brooks was the sweetest man I’d ever met and apparently couldn’t dance—but he did anyway, with me.
Twice.
All because I told him I loved to dance.
Chapter Twenty-One
EASTON
Right after the song ended,Jesse pulled back and looked down. Another song had started but Max was nearly asleep and I could tell he needed to get into bed.
Scooping him into my arms, I motioned for Jesse to grab the blanket and we made our way out the same way we came in. By the time we made it off the dirt road and onto the highway, Max was asleep in the back and Jesse had intertwined her fingers around mine.
Quietly, we snuck small glances at one another, both of us blushing when our eyes connected at the same time. We both knew in what direction we were headed, and it was more than just the trajectory of the car.
Jesse and I were headed into something neither of us wanted before we met, yet somehow couldn’t resist once we found one another. The magic between us was undeniable and profound. I may have started off being curious and attracted to her beauty, but I was becoming obsessed.
After we pulled into the driveway, I gathered Max into my arms and Jesse led the way up to his room. She gently pulled his shoes off and kissed his forehead before I placed him in his bed.
Then we snuck back to the stairs and Jesse locked a gate at the top to prevent Max from being able to go down the stairs if he was to wake up.
“He’s in his own room now?” I asked when we settled onto the couch.
“He is, but his bed is only halfway put together. The rest is in that box.” She motioned toward the box against the wall that I had seen earlier and her shoulders straightened with pride. “It's shaped like a fire truck and was a custom order. I still can’t believe I was able to get that for him.”
“You look proud.”
“I think I am,” she shrugged. “And I can thank these.” Pulling a candle from the coffee table, she handed it to me and I spun it around to read the label.
In small print was the scent, Vanilla Almond Milk, and below that, in bold letters read, “I love nut juice.”
“Oh shit,” I laughed as she giggled next to me.
“Turns out if you put a funny or cute label on something that smells good, it's a hit. This one was one of my firsts and I keep it here to remind me how far I’ve come.”
She took the candle from my hands and set it down as I stared at her in awe. From my periphery, I could see her lighting the candle, but I couldn't look away from the satisfied expression on her face.
When she looked back into my eyes, her soft expression disappeared, and in its place was a hard and serious determination. It was the look of a woman that knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to do whatever it took to get it.
“Are you gonna kiss me, or not?”
“Planned to.” The drawl in my voice suddenly spoke to my southern roots and she drew closer to me, licking her lips.
“Good, because I need you to kiss me goodnight.”
“Ohh,” I tsked, shaking my head and keeping the drawl in my voice. “I don’t wanna kiss you goodnight, Jesse.” Her face fell a little, feeling a slight sting of what she thought was a rejection. But she knew better than to think I’d be able to walk away from her without touching my lips to hers. She knew I had more to say, so she tilted her head, her eyes staying connected to mine, and dared me to finish my thought. “I wanna kiss you good morning.”
She sucked in harshly, then nodded a little as I moved my lips against hers. We were back to where we were before the festival, so close, but neither of us closing the gap. It was a rush alone, just being so near, and I wanted to soak in how it felt one last time not knowing what it was like to kiss her.
Then like a dam bursting, I could no longer hold back and I pressed my lips to hers innocently and tame. Her hands fell to my chest and she moved them up toward my neck as I pulled her by her waist.
“Open up,” I whispered to her. “Let me in.”
Her lips parted at my demand and I pushed my tongue to her mouth, tasting her as she moaned in satisfaction. My cock was already hard, wanting to make her moan like that over and over again.
She shook in my arms as if it was the first time she’d ever been kissed. Her body hummed with anticipation of more, and just like I told her that night in the store, I was willing to take care of her in any way she’d let me.
