Page 15 of Country Heat

But one thing is for sure. I’m going to spend every moment until my last trying to be the man that she deserves.

My fingers strum quietly, fading the song away. When it’s done, we both sit there, staring at each other in shock.

I don’t think either of us quite believes what just happened. What a masterpiece we just created together.

This must be how Jimi Hendrix felt after he played Woodstock, or Freddie Mercury after playing Live Aid. It must be how Leonardo DaVinci felt after painting the last stroke of the Mona Lisa or how Michelangelo felt as he looked up at his completed David statue for the first time. It feels like we just created something special. Something timeless. Something legendary.

And it was just for us.

My heart pounds in my chest as I gaze into her glassy green eyes, the air around us charged with heat. Even the horses are quiet, respecting the enchanting mystical moment.

“That was beautiful,” she whispers, tearing up. “I love it.”

I feel so connected to this woman like I’ve never felt connected to anyone before. I’ve been living my life like a statue. Something people look up to but don’t really see. Something they worship but never really know. Impenetrable on the outside, and hard and cold on the inside.

And this woman just cracked me open. Split me in pieces. She’s looking at the real me, and for once, I’m not scared. I’m not pulling away. I’m grateful and wanting more.

My eyes water and I get choked up too. I haven’t cried in decades, since my mother died when I was seventeen, but the tears are coming now.

I turn, embarrassed, about to wipe them away in disgust, but she takes my hand and I realize I don’t have to hide my feelings from her. I don’t have to hide anything from her.

She smiles warmly as she reaches up and cups my face, wiping the wetness from my eye with her soft thumb.

“You wrote that thinking of me?” she asks.

I nod as my body hums, raw and desperate. “You’re the only thing I think about.”

Her eyes soften and her lips part. I lean in and she doesn’t pull away or turn her head. She leans in as well, moaning as our mouths meet.

I taste her soft warm tongue and my pulse races, knowing this is the first of many,manykisses.

My eyes fall closed as I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth as she moans into mine. I only pull away so I can remove this guitar from between us, taking off the strap and lowering it to the floor.

As soon as it’s gone, my hands are back on her, our lips moving as one. She runs her trembling hands up my arms and onto my shoulders as I cup her neck, holding her mouth against mine.

There’s no coming back from this. I’m obsessed. I’m hers. And she’s mine.

She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted and never thought I’d have, and it’s messing me up, tearing me apart with every sweet press of her lips and sexy little moan.

I sink my hands into her soft blonde hair, loving the way her curls tickle my skin. I give her silky locks a little tug and she makes a sexy moan that drives me out of my mind.

“I want you,” I growl in her ear as our bodies move closer together, erasing all the frustrating distance between us.

“I’ve wanted you my whole life,” she whispers back.

I pick her up and put her on my lap, kissing her deeply as the intoxicating scent of her perfume fills my lungs, lighting my blood on fire.

My cock is a steel pole between us, but she doesn’t try to move away when it’s pressed against her thigh. She just kisses me harder, pulling my mouth to hers.

I rest my hand on her knee, but trying to keep it in place is nearly impossible. It slides up her bare thigh, tucking between her legs.

“Oh, Cash,” she whispers, moaning on my mouth as she opens her legs for me. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I was hoping the shy virgin girl next door persona wasn’t just an act, and now I know for certain that it’s not. She’s just as innocent and virtuous as I dreamed she’d be.

“I’ve never been in love before,” I tell her. “I’ve never felt like this.”

“Oh, Cash,” she moans as she grabs my shirt and pulls my mouth onto hers.

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