Page 37 of Big Dix

An old song streams through the speakers of his car, and instead of being honest, a small white lie slides out to conceal the truth. “I said I love this song.”

He tugs me along with him and moves us off the hood of the car. “Dance with me, Evelyn?”

“Here? To this?”

He spins me out at arm’s length then pulls me back into his torso, and laughter bubbles up from my chest.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

We sway to the music, and his grip on my waist tightens. The words of UB40’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love”float around us and roll through me, and when Atticus tugs me closer and I gaze up into his beautiful mismatched eyes, I’d almost have to agree. The city below seems to shine just for us, and the stars above bear witness to Atticus leaning in until his mouth is mere inches from where I long for it to be.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.”

“So, you going to talk all night or put those lips to better use?”

His gravelly laugh sinks into me. “Oh, city girl. There are so many things I want to do to you where my mouth is concerned.”

“Show me.” I barely get the words out before his mouth is finally on mine.

Soft, warm, firm, the kiss slowly melts into smooth, sexy, and seductive as we dance. Our bodies find their rhythm. His hand finds my ass and he squeezes. I hum my approval into our kiss.

“Damn. It’s getting late, and as much as I’d like to have my way with you on top of this hill, I think I better get you home.”

He is such a gentleman and considerate. Right now, I hate it.

“Or we can take this dance party back to my place.” I’m only half kidding. I’ve dreamed of getting this man in a horizontal position for months now. It seems like as good a time as any to shoot my shot.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Oh, I am definitely sure.”

He leans in and gives me another peck on the lips. “Let’s get out of here.”

That is music to my ears.

TWENTY-TWO

Evelyn

The door to my house flies open. I barely notice and drop my keys on the floor, missing the entry table that sits just inside. I can’t keep my hands off this man. I kick the door closed behind us and grab a handful of his short hair. He lifts me off my feet, I wrap my legs around him, and I can’t help but squeeze him closer to me.

He pulls his lips from mine momentarily. “Bedroom?”

“Down the hall. Second door on the right.” Our lips continue to battle, and he grips my ass, a small hum of approval rising from my throat. Moments later, my back hits the soft comforter on my bed.

Atticus rises off me to stand.

I open my eyes. “No, no, no, no. Where are you going?” I reach for him, but he gently pushes my arms down to the bed, his hands resting on top of mine.

“Don’t you remember what happened the last time we tried this? I think it’s safer if I undress us.”

He smiles and bites at my bottom lip before kissing it. I can’t say I’m mad about this.

“Strip, country boy!” I lean back onto my elbows and watch the show of him standing to his full height.

“As you wish, city girl.”

“Oh, hell yeah.”

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