Page 78 of If You Loved Me

She waggled her eyebrows at me. “Oh, I think we can manage that.” Looping our arms together, we bounded for the entrance to the bar.

I was weightless in Ranger’s arms as he spun me around the dance floor. The light in his eyes made my heart skip a beat. I loved seeing him like this. Carefree and wild, his heart racing beneath my palm where I settled it against his chest as we moved to the music. We were both slick with sweat as we danced the entire night away. The dance floor was looking slim compared to when we first arrived.

When the song came to a close, he led me to the small high-top table our group had grabbed. Willow was standing in front of Johnny, his arms draped over her shoulders, holding her close as they swayed to the building beat of the next song. Her eyes were a little glassy from the shots of tequila we did earlier.

“Where’s Deacon,” I asked. Johnny nodded his chin toward the bar and I found Deacon sipping on a beer next to a striking blonde woman. Long curls fell nearly to the small of her back hanging just above her Daisy Duke shorts. How she managed to not freeze her ass off on the way here was beyond me. Some women just had that superpower of being able to wear minimal clothing in cold temperatures.

“How long has she been trying for him?”

Willow hiccupped and giggled. “At least half an hour at this point.”

Deacon had a problem. He was extremely good-lookingbut had a sour-puss attitude that kept anyone from getting too close to him. It wasn’t that he was an asshole, you just had to work through his grumpy exterior to find the good parts of him.

“I think that might be a record,” Johnny said, a grin pulling at his lips.

I snorted. “I think you’re right, Johnny.” I looked back over to Deacon and saw the blonde get off the stool and head toward the billiards tables where a few stragglers were playing. “Oh, looks like we spoke too soon. Another one bites the dust,” I laughed as Johnny and Willow turned to see the blonde walk away.

“Maybe he just hasn’t found the right one yet,” Ranger offered, pulling me into him.

I smiled, all the heaviness from earlier in the night left me the moment we had stepped onto the dance floor and I felt his body move against mine. “Valid point, cowboy.”

He brushed his lips against mine and my body hummed. I’d discovered that dancing with him was one long tease fest and all I wanted to do was devour him. Kiss every inch of his body until there was nothing left to claim.

“Ready to get out of here?” His breath tickled the cuff of my ear.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. His eyes flickered down to my lips. “Keep that up and I won’t be able to wait until we’re in the truck to make you mine.”

I batted my lashes at him innocently. “But I’m already yours.”

He growled before laying his arm over my shoulder. “Alright, we’re out of here,” he announced to Willow and Johnny before he whisked us away to his truck.

I pressed the button to roll down the window and Ranger sped through the night. He gripped my thigh, eyes glancing at me every few seconds. It was so damn hot in the truck even though it was in the fifties outside. If we didn’t get to my place soon, I was going to suffocate from the heat emanating from both of us.

When he slid his hand upward toward the crease in my thigh, I let out a whimper. His eyes shot to me, molten blue and gray swirling with the same desperate need I felt for him.

“Fuck it,” he said, voice low as he turned the truck off the road and threw it into park.

“What’re you doing?” I asked, but my words were lost in the silence as he hopped out of the truck and came around to my side.

My heartbeat quickened when he opened the door. “I need you, sugar. I’ve been waiting all damn night to taste you and I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

My throat was dry, my sex throbbing and I knew my panties were soaked. A bodily betrayal of the need for him that I was trying to hide all night. I didn’t have a chance torespond before he reached his arm under my knees and back, lifting me out of the truck. He carried me to the hood and set me gently on the edge.

“Right here?” I gasped. “What if someone comes down the road?”

His fingers made quick work of my small leather belt and jeans. “It’s two o’clock in the morning and we’re in the middle of farm country. No one will be on this road. And if they are…” he smirked. “Oh well.”

Giddiness filled my chest at his don’t-give-a-fuck attitude. I loved that about him. He was wild and beautiful and he wantedme. I’d never felt more alive than when I was with him. The risks we took together had me wanting more. I felt like a wild horse running free in the wind. Nothing to stop me. Nothing in the world mattered except for him.

Lifting my hips, he hooked his fingers into my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. Goosebumps rose along my thighs and calves as my hot skin hit the cold fall air.

“Aren’t these fucking cute?” He toyed with the pale pink thong I wore, lifting the side straps up and letting them hit my hips with a snap. “Too bad they’re in my way.” He gripped where the triangle met the strap and ripped my panties apart. I didn’t have a moment to protest before his mouth was on me, licking my clit in one long stroke of his tongue.

“Holy fuck.” I nearly slipped on the hood as my arms failed at keeping me up. His eyes were dark, hooded by his lashes when he looked up at me. “Do that again,” I commanded. His feral grin had my knees shaking as helooked right at me, his dark curls brushing the skin of my inner thighs as he flicked his tongue against my entrance, then licked my center from bottom to top. My head fell back and I swore I was floating amongst the stars above.

Grabbing my hips, he yanked me to the edge of the hood. “Tell me what you want.”

Drawing my head forward, I said, “I want you to suck on my clit.”

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