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“After we eat and if you’re feeling better, wanna dance?” Jonah asked.

Gray clouds cut across the moon glow in the inky blackness of the night sky as we excited Lou’s. We’d danced for longer than I’d expected.

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Jonah asked, walking me to his truck. My hand was in the crook of his arm like we were promenading in the 1800s.

“No, I’m not. Besides, we’ll be at the truck soon.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t bring a coat.”

“Who’d want to cover this dress up?” I joked, swinging my hips to make the fringe dance around my legs.

“I see,” he laughed. “But I still want to do this.” He removed his jacket and slid it over my shoulders. The warmth of the heavy soft lining along the spicy aroma of his aftershave enveloping me. He gathered the collar together around my neck. The energy around us shifting in the quiet of the night.

“Thanks,” I said, leaning my forehead against his chest. “It wasn’t cold earlier.”

He kissed the top of my head.

“I hope I didn’t keep you out too late,” I said, my heart jumping into my throat at the feel of his lips.

“It’s not a school night,” he said. I heard the smile. “My mom will let me stay out late.”

“I meant ‘cause you were so tired earlier.” I laughed, looking up. His eyes were dark black and heated.

“I’m not too tired now,” he said, voice low.

I took a deep breath to calm the butterflies fluttering about my stomach. “Stay with me tonight.”

“Is it because you’re scared?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m scared, Jonah,” I breathed. “But it has nothing to do with the intruder.”

“Why would being with me scare you?” concern flashing across his face.

“Because our relationship is important, and I don’t want to lose that. I never want to lose you.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. A jolt of heat surged through me. I pressed into him, responding greedily to his gentle kiss. He tilted my head even more to get a better angle. And wrapped in the warm cocoon of his jacket, his arms around me, our lips exploring each other, the tension drained from me. A hint of rum still lingered on his lips. Heat surged and pooled at my center. Holy crap, the man could kiss.

Chapter Sixteen

Jonah

My body was alive, and the cool night air had little effect on cooling me down. I wanted to dive into my jacket and put my lips and tongue all over her. But we were standing in Lou’s parking lot and not even near the truck. We broke apart breathing like we’d run a marathon. Pink spread across Sloane’s cheeks from the cold or embarrassment. I didn’t know which.

She peered up at me through her eyelashes. “What was that?”

“Just thought I’d test it out. Cause if we kissed and there was no spark, then we’d have our answer.”

“Did you feel a spark?”

“I think you might know the answer.” I grinned. My hard on restrained inside my jeans pressed against her.

The pink on her cheeks deepened. “It could have been a gun in your pocket.”

“That’s all your fault,” I said, taking her by the hand and starting toward the car. “But my question is, what about you?” I held my breath. She seemed to enjoy the kiss. But what if it wasn’t right for her?

Sloane smiled, biting her lip. She turned to face me at the truck and pulled me closer. Leaning into me, she planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her tongue moved across my bottom lip.

I pulled away. “Damn, we have got to go before I get into trouble out here.”

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