Page 14 of Country Heat

“Said she’d never been touched like this

Now I’m on my knees, starved for her kiss.”

I play the verse as she licks her tempting lips and starts singing, low and sensual.

“He said I’ll go slow, baby, and take my time

But his hands said mine, his mouth said mine

He pulled down my fears with the lace of my thong

And I let him in where I don’t let anyone.”

Her voice sends shivers rippling through me. Even though I wrote the lyrics, hearing her sing them to me in that sweet succulent voice changes me. Each word tugs at my soul. Her voice seeps into my veins, better than any drink or drug I’ve ever had.

Our eyes meet as we sing the chorus as one, her sultry tones lighting a fire in me I thought was long dead.

“We moved like we’d burn right through the floor

Whispers turned to growls, begging turned to more

Bodies tangled, breathless cries

First taste, last breath, no alibis.”

My body burns as I listen to her singing the next verse, those delectable lips moving in the most hypnotic way. All I can think about is taking her. Right here. Right now. My cock hardens andaches as I think about how sweet those lips would feel wrapped around it.

I forget to jump in at the next verse. I’m too distracted with the thought of this beauty’s bare legs thrown over my shoulder, my mouth buried between them tasting her sweetness.

She looks at me with those sexy green eyes, her cheeks blushing as I continue to play. I play the chords again and sing as she tries not to watch my mouth moving.

Ineedthis girl. I’ve never needed anything like I need her. She’s the sun to my universe. The lyrics to my song. She’s everything to me and I don’t ever want to let her go.

I finish the verse and then we jump back into the chorus, singing together.

We’re meant to be together. We’re two halves of the same whole. What else would explain how incredible we’re sounding even though it’s the first time we’ve sung together? What else could explain these intense feelings I have—like my soul is being twisted and yanked around with every look she gives me?

She finishes the song off, her raspy voice dropping to a whisper. I’m mesmerized as I watch her, leaning in close.

“No past, no shame, just sweat and skin

And the kind of love that burns like sin.”

She’s singing just for me, low and secretive like she’s confessing her deepest darkest desires just to me. Heat pulses in my core. My hard cock throbs. I’m not leaving these stables before I kiss her. Hopefully more. These horses are about to get another show and it won’t involve any singing.

“We didn’t just make love—we set fire

Bodies aching, soaked in desire.”

Her voice fades away as I finish the song on my guitar, my fingers slowing as my heart races.

I’ve sung with dozens of women over the years. Some of the most talented to ever walk the earth. Some of the most beautiful to ever exist.

But nothing compares to this girl. Nothing.

She’s on a whole other level.

I just hope she never realizes how out of her league I am.

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