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  Taking the proffered can from my hand, she says, “I just don’t drink that much.”

  “Ahh, a lightweight,” I reply with a grin.

  “Exactly,” she laughs.

  “Well, then here’s to letting down your hair and having fun,” I toast with my full can of suds.

  “To having fun,” she says just before tapping her can against mine. Instantly I want to push the limits and see what kind of fun she’s willing to have with me. But I promised to be a gentleman tonight, and I’m not about to go back on my word. If I’m anything, I’m honest. Sometimes, brutally so.

  “Come on. Let’s go find the guys and I’ll introduce you,” I say as we make our way towards the crowd. Dani threads her small fingers between mine as we make our way through the mob. I’m sure it’s because she doesn’t want to lose track of me, but a part of me is still hoping it’s because she just likes to touch me. God knows I like touching her.

  When we make our way to the spot I last saw my friends, I see they wasted no time filling my absence with some girls. A short brunette with large tits has them pressed firmly against Cory’s chest while she whispers in his ear. The smile he offers me tells me it has nothing to do with whatever story she’s sharing and everything to do with the fact that her tits are smashed pleasantly against him.

  “Hey, guys, this is Dani. This is Jon, Scott, and that one there is Cory,” I tell the girl at my side, pointing to each of my friends.

  “Hi,” she says, offering them each a pleasant smile.

  While night falls around us, the temperature only continues to climb. With each band or performer that takes the stage, more bodies seem to flock to the large grassy area we’re all standing in.

  An hour ago, we ran back to the campsite and cooked a bunch of hotdogs. Dani didn’t want to impose, but I wasn’t about to let her starve tonight because her asshole ex didn’t care enough to make sure she was eating or had a place to sleep. She sat in my chair while I straddled the cooler beside her, munching on hotdogs and potato chips.

  Now, Dani is plastered against my side, gently swaying to the beat of the music. She wasn’t kidding about being a lightweight. Three beers in and she’s already showing signs of a healthy buzz. The crowd around us is getting more belligerent and a little closer to out of control. We’ve seen several fist fights, a bunch of shouting matches, and are doing everything we can to stay out of the line of fire. The more alcohol that flows freely in the crowd, the closer to chaos we get.

  “Good evening, Phoenix,” the announcer says into the microphone, ringing out loud enough that I’m sure everyone within a five mile radius can hear. “I’m excited to present our next performer. Are you ready? Give it up for Tim McGraw,” he says as the shorter cowboy takes the stage. The crowd erupts into hoots and hollers, and from somewhere over to the left of the stage, a bikini top flies on stage and lands at his feet.

  “Oh my God, I love him,” Dani announces excitedly. She starts to bounce up and down, and I can feel the moment she completely lets go.

  Tim walks up to the mic and offers a greeting to the crowd. Then he starts to play “I Like It, I Love It.” The similarities between my situation and the words in the song don’t go unnoticed. The woman next to me has completely wormed her way into my frigid heart. No, I’m not making any declaration to anything, but for the first time, I realize I might be capable of feeling something for another person who isn’t family.

  And that thought terrifies me.

  Dani sings along, a little off key, but neither of us cares. She’s finally having fun and letting loose, and that’s all I’ve wanted since I invited her to spend the evening with me. Well, that’s not all I wanted, but it was all I was prepared to have. And I got it.

  A few songs later, I find myself dancing along with Dani. I don’t dance. Ever. I only went to my prom because I was planning on getting laid that night. The guys and I spent the night on the balcony with a flask of some cheap dime store tequila while our dates danced to the DJ. But now, I find myself swaying in rhythm to the music, singing along to songs I don’t even really know. It’s exhilarating.

  When Tim starts a slow song, Dani wastes no time grabbing me and pulling me against her smaller frame. My six-foot body is much taller than hers, but we fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. My chin falls at the top of her head and we gently start to move to the music. A song about finding love and the effects of said love blares through the darkened sky. I can feel Dani’s breath against my arm, and I can’t control the direction that my mind wanders. Holding her in my arms, feeling her body against me, causes every ounce of blood I possess to run south of my belt. I don’t mean for it to happen, it just does. It’s out of my control, just like my future.

  Apparently, Dani notices at that moment, too. She pulls back ever so slightly and gazes up into my eyes. Her blue eyes shine with excitement and curiosity. I wish I knew what to say to her. I mean, “Hey, that’s my hard-on pressed against your stomach,” just don’t seem like the right words. Yet, for the first time in my adult life, the right words don’t come.

  Realizing that we’ve stopped dancing, I pull her body firmly against mine. There’s no mistaking the hard ridge between us now as it’s practically thumping against us, begging to be released from my shorts. And fuck if I don’t want to release it from its confines with this woman.

  Dani’s eyes darken into a deep navy blue as her pupils dilate. Her breathing comes out in short pants that pepper the five o’clock shadow on my chin. I feel her hands flex against my back, gripping at my shirt. It takes every ounce of control I possess to not take her mouth in the fierce kiss I’m suddenly fantasizing about. Her lips are parted and glisten with moisture as I imagine what it would be like to claim them for the first time.

  “Do it,” she whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

  “Do what?” I ask hoarsely. Suddenly, my brain isn’t quite working properly; like there’s some sort of short circuit. The only thing it can focus on is the woman I’m holding in my arms.

  “Kiss me,” she says as if daring me. Well, honey, it’s a challenge I’m more than willing to take.

  When my lips meet hers for the first time, something crazy happens. Fireworks. Seriously, fucking fireworks burst in the night sky, drawing the attention upward of everyone at the concert. Everyone but us. I zone in solely on her lush lips and claim them for my own. There’s no hesitation in her kiss. Only matching hunger and need. Dani’s tongue slides against my own, and I damn near explode in my pants. I’ve never experienced anything like this kiss in my entire life. It’s raw and hungry and teasing me in the best damn way possible, as if to say “more is yet to come.”

  I nip at her full bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth and soothing the sting with my tongue. Her moan is loud, but thankfully, everyone around us is focused on the night sky. I feel my shirt being pulled out of my shorts moments before Dani rakes her nails down the bare skin of my back. Fucking all things holy, does that feel amazing.

  “I made you a promise tonight,” I mumble, trying to clear the sexual fog from my lusting brain. The problem is that my big brain isn’t doing any of the thinking at this point; it’s all about the smaller one. Pulling back, away from her fantastic body, is the hardest thing I’ve never done, but it’s necessary. The only way I’m going to keep the promise I made is to distance our bodies right this instant. A lot of distance.

  “What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Reid?” she whispers. I search her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But the only thing I see is desire. Want. That same hunger I’m sure is evident in my own eyes.

  “Are you sure?” I ask her, giving her one more chance to back out. I’m not about to force myself on anyone, especially Dani. I want her to trust me and know that I would never do anything to harm her.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she answers with a smile. I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on her lips, cementing my intent to take care of her tonight. Se
xually, yes, but also emotionally. Considering I’ve never thought about taking care of another woman emotionally, that’s saying a lot for the woman I’m holding in my arms.

  Taking Dani’s hand in mine, I turn to my friends. “You’re rooming with them tonight,” I say to Jon.

  “No. Bullshit, Reid. We’re not sleeping three guys in one of those little tents,” Jon says with a little heat. Too bad I don’t give a shit.

  “Yes, you are,” I tell him with a pointed look before turning back to Dani and leading her away from my friends. I don’t even hear what they say behind my back, but I’m pretty sure it’s not about how great of a friend I am right now. I couldn’t care less. Being with Dani is the only thing that matters at this moment.

  I barrel through the crowd of people all focused upward on the bright lights bursting in the night sky. My primary focus is getting this beautiful woman naked and underneath me. It suddenly feels like it’s the only reason I was put in this very place at the exact same time she was.

  When we reach our campsite, I finally slow down. Having dragged her along behind me, Dani is breathless and sweating. That’s nothing compared to what she’s going to be like shortly. Stepping towards the small tent that Jon and I were supposed to share, I turn towards her, giving her one final chance to walk away. If she does, I’ll deal with it, but I’m praying to God and anyone else who’ll listen right now that she doesn’t.

  She doesn’t hesitate as she steps forward and wraps her arms around my back. Her lips are still swollen from our earlier kiss, and I can’t fight my need to kiss her once again. Her mouth opens immediately, allowing me to explore and taste her. My hands slide into her long, blond hair, pulling and tugging on the elastic band holding her hair back. I toss it somewhere into the night as my hands dive into her lush locks. Instantly, I’m assaulted with the scent of something fruity. It takes everything I have to pull my lips away, but I crave her scent. I place tender kisses up her face and towards her hair. I inhale a deep breath of her sweetness, and the action isn’t lost on me. I’ve become that guy who smells a woman’s hair. Again, I don’t give a shit.

  Breaking the contact of our bodies, I turn towards the zipper of the tent and give it a pull. The slide against the teeth echoes in the night and for some reason, sounds magnified against our surroundings; like a beacon drawing all attention towards our tent, as if announcing what’s about to happen.

  Inside the tent is sweltering, the air stagnant. We should have probably left the small windows open to allow any air movement to travel through the small space, but that’s hindsight now. I sit down in the middle of the floor, an unrolled sleeping bag on either side of me. Dani straddles me, wrapping those long, tan legs around my waist. I can practically feel the heat from her pussy through our clothes. She grinds her sweetness against my aching cock, sending every ounce of blood I possess to that one concentrated area. All thought evades my mind as she grinds and moves against my dick, mimicking the act I’m so anxious to engage in. Suddenly, it’s sizzling in here and it isn’t from the humid air.

  “I want you just like this when you come,” I tell her hoarsely, not really able to recognize the sound of my own voice. Lust has completely taken over, leaving behind a trail of molten fire.

  Her moan is the only reply I receive before I steal another life-altering kiss. There’s something about the way she kisses; like I’m the very air she breathes. It’s intoxicating. Exhilarating. Fucking Heaven.

  Quickly, I flip us around until she’s beneath me; another position I can’t wait to enjoy. Her legs remain wrapped around my waist as I grind my dick against the V of her legs. Shit, I’m going to explode in my pants if I’m not careful, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen.

  Grabbing the hem of her tank top, I lift it up, exposing mounds of firm, fleshy tits. Her bra is black lace and teases just enough creamy cleavage to make my mouth water. The little plastic clasp in the front holds my attention now as I kiss my way down her neck and towards the closure. Her hot skin is an intoxicating combination of salty and sweet with a hint of bug spray, and I’ll damned if the mixture doesn’t turn me on that much more. With precision, I flick that clasp open and jimmy the pieces until it springs apart, freeing her beautiful tits.

  I’m hypnotized instantly, her pull like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. There’s something so very different about Dani, and I do everything I can to push it to the back of my mind. Now isn’t the time to try to rationalize and compartmentalize whatever is brewing between us. Monday is the start of a new chapter for me. Tonight, I don’t see any reason that I can’t close out my old life with Dani. Getting lost in her sweet body is the perfect way to end this chapter.

  Taking one of her pert rosebud nipples in my mouth, I suck and lap at her sensitive skin. Her moans of pleasure are the only encouragement I need right now, but the feel of her hands holding onto my head, as if ensuring that I don’t move, only fuels my burning fire. After a few minutes of showing one nipple attention, I turn to the other. Dani’s legs tighten around my waist as she pulls me tighter against her, creating as much delicious friction as possible.

  Her shorts are next. My mind practically short-circuits at the thought of seeing her bare for the first time. I reach down and flick open the single button, followed quickly by lowering the zipper. A hint of black lace peers out at me through the opening of the denim. My throat is suddenly dry and my hands have a slight tremble to them as I grip her shorts and tug. When they’re removed completely from her body, she sits up and removes the wrinkled tank top and her bra. She now lies before me in nothing but a tiny black lace thong that is soaked through. The scent of her arousal fills the tent, replacing the stale air with only her.

  I waste no time discovering what’s hidden underneath that lace. Smooth, bare skin glistens back at me when I move the material to the side. A strangled growl erupts from deep within my chest. She feels like silk against my fingers. Hands that are manicured and well groomed for the business world slide effortlessly through her wetness. Dani wriggles against the assault of my gentle caress.

  “I need to taste you,” I confess. Her blue eyes are dark with desire as she gives me a little head nod. Silly vixen, I wasn’t asking for permission.

  The first swipe of my tongue is electrifying; like being caught in a lightning storm and I’m holding a metal pole. Her essence is everywhere: my tongue, the air, my mind. She has penetrated my being so deeply, I worry I’ll never eradicate her.

  Pushing that thought aside, I dive into her wet center. I use my tongue to lick, tease, and pleasure her, pulling out every trick I’ve learned in the past few years when it comes to seducing women. Her small hands find their way into my hair as she rides my face. Dani’s moans fill the tent and can probably be heard from outside, but it doesn’t matter because giving her the most pleasure I can manage is my single focus. She’s all I want.

  Sliding a finger inside of her, her internal muscles instantly grip me, pulling me in deeper. “Oh, God,” she moans, crushing her pussy against my hand.

  “I want to hear you let go. I want everyone outside to know what I’m doing to you right now,” I demand as I continue my assault. Her pussy grips my finger as I flick my tongue over her swollen clit. And that’s all she wrote.

  Her cries of ecstasy fill the small tent, and do weird things to my once-hollow chest. It makes me want to pound on my chest like a caveman or fluff my feathers like a peacock. It must be some crazy male pride thing.

  “Don’t get too comfy,” I tell her as I kiss my way back up her stomach and towards her mouth. I don’t even wipe off my mouth before I plunge my tongue inside. She’s panting from her orgasm, but latches on to my mouth instantly, sucking off her own juices.

  Dani’s fingers grip and pull at my shirt. With one swift yank, I’ve removed my polo shirt. Her hands burn my chest as she slides them along the contours of my abs. I work damn hard to keep my body in great shape, almost as hard as I worked the books in school. I’ve a
lso learned that a physically trimmed body can be like catnip to women.

  I make quick work at stripping my khaki shorts from my body as if I couldn’t get rid of them fast enough. My cock throbs to the point of pain in my boxers. Gripping them in my hands, I slide them down my legs, maneuvering myself around in the confined space. Dani’s audible gasp pulls my attention back to her where I find her eyes firmly locked on my dick. I’ll be honest; I’m not a little man. I’m not conceited or exaggerating; I’m hung like a damn race horse, and the thought of sliding inside this tight woman before me has my mind all sorts of fucked up. The Lord gave me more than my fair share, and I’m damn sure gonna use it to my advantage as much as humanly possible tonight.

  The lust and excitement in her eyes pulls my attention. I crawl back up her body and revel in the feel of her flesh against mine. My cock is practically hammering against her stomach as if begging for me to give it what it wants; and fuck, if I don’t want that too.

  Taking her sweet lips against mine once more, I hold on to Dani with everything I’ve got. Cradling her in my arms, I shift my weight to my elbow and slide my dick through her wetness. Yeah, she’s ready to go again.

  Positioned at her entrance, I suddenly stop. Her blue eyes are fire and her breathing is labored in anticipation. “I can only give you tonight, Dani,” I mumble moments before I take her lips once more. “I wish I could promise you more, but I can’t. I’m not from here.”

  “I know,” she whispers. “Give me tonight. That’s all I want,” she adds. Her eyes are softer, her sweetness tugging at what little heart I have.

  Without saying another word, I slide forward, enveloping my dick in her tight wetness. Fucking heaven. The feel of her body wrapped around me steals my breath. Her own breath hitches, causing her to grip down on my shaft. Thankfully, I don’t lose the precious self-control I’m barely holding on to as I give her a few moments to adjust to my size.

  When I feel her relaxing underneath me, I slowly pull out and push forward again. Dani locks those long legs around my waist giving me the perfect angle to slide in deeper. My body is sweating and my mind is blank as I savor the feel of her body against mine. She’s a little slice of heaven on earth, and it pains me that I can’t keep her. Because for the first time in my life, I wish I could. I want to spend more time with her, getting to know her and exploring her body.