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My skin flushes, electrons and atoms and pieces of the universe itself shooting through me, as he flips me over twice mid-dip and catches me between his straddled legs, pressing the obvious bulge in his pants against my body as he pulls me up by my actual fucking throat…so slowly, and so sensually, that I don’t even realize it when I reach the top and I press my lips to his, and my heart falls faster than it ever has before.

Hunter kisses me back, wildly, erratically, and like he hasn’t kissed anyone in ten years. I know it isn’t true, but I let myself think it all the same. Think about how familiar he tastes. How safe he feels. How he’s mine.

He’s all mine. He’s always been mine. The thought fills my brain, and it’s all I can think. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Hunter’s fingers grip my sides as we grind to the music. He spins me around, so my back is flush with his body, my ass pressing into his hardness as he roams my neck with his hot tongue, and the same word running through my head seems to be haunting his too.

“Be mine, babygirl.” Mine.

The words fall from my lips before I can take them back.

Chapter 17

Devyn

Hunter spins me around, eyes wide with hope.

“Did you just say okay?”

And that snaps me out of it. Shit.

“Nothing official,” I quickly amend, and I don’t miss the hurt in his eyes when I clarify that little tidbit. But one night of dancing…dancing that made me wish the ballroom was a bedroom, mind you…doesn’t fix the hurt I carry with me when we’re together. Even if there’s also something deliciously electric happening between us.

I squeeze his bicep. His huge bicep.

Shit. Focus! “I’m not opposed to exploring these feelings, but things need to move slowly.”

If we’re going to let them move at all.

He raises a brow at me, wetting his lips with his tongue as he thinks about my conditions.

“Is this some sort of Cinderella thing? You’re not gonna run off on me at midnight and never come back, right?”

I shake my head, tugging at my bottom lip with my teeth so he can’t make me smile like he wants to.

Like I want him to.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not yet. And I especially wouldn’t leave magical glass shoes behind…have you met me?”

The energy in the air shifts with my promise. Hunter takes his time reading my face. It feels intimate, even though we aren’t touching. If you told me Hunter Isaac had figured out a way to peer straight through to my soul, I’d believe you. I’ve felt him do it before.

I feel him doing it now.

Or maybe I don’t know what I’m feeling.

Lust?

You haven’t had sex with anyone since Chad-the-soon-to-be-dad. You’re feeling lonely. And now the man you’ve spent the last, oh, fifteen something years fantasizing about, under the darkest layers of your bedsheets, is here in front of you with everything you think you need.

That’s the keyword. Think. Is Hunter what I need? I don’t know. I just think.

And I think I’d be wise to lighten the mood. If we’re going to be anything, it has to be casual. For the sake of not only our potential jobs, but everything.

I hold out my hand to the cowboy in front of me and give him a sassy grin. “Besides, even if I wanted to escape you, I don’t have a pumpkin.”

“But you have a Lemon!”

Like magic, Lemon has appeared before us, and three drinks rest on a tray that, thank the lord, look way more my speed than whiskey and whatever the hell is in a pinkie.

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