Page 91 of Outlaw Heartstrings
There’s an edge to his voice—much like his bossy tone on the phone last night—that makes me shiver.
“Umm. Maybe,” I hedge, pulling my usual blanket around my shoulders.
“Let’s hear it.”He cuts to the chase.
I bite down on my lip, face heating up once more. “Do I have to? I have it written down. You could just read it.”
He shakes his head. “Wishes have to be spoken out loud if you want your genie to grant them.”
I sigh, pulling the paper out of the pocket of the loose summer dress I’m wearing and unfolding it. I take my time, trying to stall, but when I glance up at Easton, he’s staring back at me with patience and understanding andlust. So much lust.
His hungry gaze gives me the courage to do this.
“Fine. Okay. Number one is: I want us to read a scene from one of my favorite books together.”
His eyebrow hikes upward. “Do I get to know what the scene is?”
“Um. I’ll give you some books to choose from,” I mumble, refusing to look up at his expression. “Hold on. Let me grab a few now.”
I get up and quietly hustle through the house, nabbing a few of my favorite novels off of the small bookshelf beside my bed.
I hand the pile of novels off to Easton. I watch a wave of red rush up his neck as he flips through the pages of one of the dogeared copies. “The playboy mechanic didwhatwith the hitchhiking waitress he picked up on the side of the road?!”
Laughing, I snatch the book from his hand, close it and set it aside with the rest. “Not now.” I push forward. “Number two. Making out on the front porch.”
Easton’s nostrils twitch as he fights back a smile. “Got it. What else?”
“Three. A full body massage that ends with head to toe kisses.”
“That’s a good one,” he says, and I swear his voice just got deeper. “Go on.”
I lick my lips and carry onward. “Four. A candlelit bubble bath.”
“Alone?”
I quickly shake my head. “No. With…you.”
Easton lights my body on fire as his gaze burns through me.“Okay. Anything else?”
“Dancing. At a nightclub. Not at a local dive bar. A real nightclub.”
“I can make that happen,” he says with a confident nod.
I list out a dozen sexy fantasies, holding my breath for the one that will finally make Easton run. But he doesn’t even flinch. He simply promises to make each and every one come true.
“The last one is a little over the top, and if you’re not onboard I understand, but…”
“Tell me, Alba,” he requests.
“Number thirteen is: A weekend getaway. Well, anakedweekend getaway. Just you and me.”
I glance up to find a smile teasing Easton’s lips. He’s nodding as though he’s impressed with my wishlist.
“Good work,” he mumbles, his eyes lingering on my lips as I lick them again. “Is that it?” he asks me.
“Y-yes.” I nod.
But that’s not the truth. There’s the one thing I wasn’t brave enough to write on my wishlist. The one thing I want the most.
