Page 19 of When I Found You

I watch the crowd while she’s gone as I work on finishing my beer. It takes her about ten minutes to return, and by the time she does, I’ve drained my beer and am ready to hit the dance floor.

I wouldn’t say dancing is high on my list of things I enjoy, or am any good at, but when a beautiful woman tells you it’s her favorite thing to do, you make it happen.

We find an open space out on the floor just as “Speechless” by Dan+Shay starts to play. I pull Stacey in close to my body, gripping her hips as she laces her arms around my neck. I bring my face to the crook of her neck and just breathe her in. Her perfume fills my lungs as I breathe in deeper, loving the way her body feels against my own. There’s no hiding the effect she has on my body as my dick hardens between the two of us.

We sway together to the song as I do my best to keep my breathing normal. Having her pressed up so close to my body has me strung tighter than ever. About halfway through the song, I place a kiss over her pulse and watch as her skin pebbles under my lips. I feel the shudder that rolls down her body beneath my fingertips. I bring my lips back to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses up the column of her neck, watching the same reaction happen with each one I place. I trail my lips along her jawline, then back down to her collarbone and up the other side of her neck. Once I reach her ear, I pull it between my teeth, scraping it ever so lightly. I can feel her trembling in my hands and know she’s as turned on as I am in this moment.

“Tell me what you need tonight,” I rasp into her ear.

“Y-You,” she answers.

“You sure?” I ask for clarification.

“Never surer of anything in my life,” she tells me with lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

I drop my lips to her skin, needing another taste. She’s quickly become an addiction. My own personal drug.

“You want to stay here or get out of here?” I ask. We’ve hardly made it through one song and I’m ready to blow this place for somewhere a little more private.

“Either works for me,” she says, biting that lip again.

“You’re in charge here,” I tell her. “We leave when you want to go.”

She looks around us, her lip still between her teeth. “I’d like to stay just a little bit longer, if you don’t mind. I was really looking forward to hearing the music and dancing.”

“No rush. We can stay as late as you want,” I assure her.

The next song picks up tempo and we get lost in the music. About fifteen minutes later, the DJ introduces the band and they kick off their set. We listen and dance along to the majority of their set, only stopping once to grab a couple glasses of water to rehydrate.

“Once this song ends, I’ll be ready to go, if you’re good with that.” Stacey leans back against my chest. We’ve been standing here with her back to my front for the last couple songs as we watch the band perform.

“I’m ready whenever you are.” We sway together for the remainder of the song, then she turns in my arms and plants her lips against mine.

“Let’s go,” she says against my lips before we can get too caught up in the kiss.

“After you.” I link our fingers together, and she leads us off the dance floor and to the doors. Back out on the sidewalk, the crowd is a little thicker now that it’s getting later and more people are downtown for the bar scene.

We wander our way back down to the parking lot. I open Stacey’s door, helping her up into my truck before I climb in on my side. I start the truck and after pulling out of the lot, I reach over and link our hands back together, settling them on her thigh. The thigh that is making my mouth water as her dress rides up a little higher with her sitting down.

“Did you have fun?” I ask, as we pull onto the highway.

“So much fun! How about you?”

“I did. Thanks for making it that way. I’ve never been much of a dancer. The band was pretty good.”

“They were! There are so many talented musicians in this town. It’s pretty hard to go to a bar and not have some talent up on the stage. The big bars downtown are pretty competitive to get the gigs, so you won’t usually get a bad night of music because of that. The bands that make it to those stages usually end up on the radio at some point.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“It is. I’ve met quite a few singers and bands who’ve come up the ranks through the Nashville bar scene.”

“Have you ever thought of singing?”

“Nope, I’m not one for the stage. I’d rather stay behind the scenes. I’d get too much stage fright.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“Nope, and I’m living out my dreams.”

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