Page 15 of Back in the Country
I don’t say anything. I let her stroke her fingers up and down my spine, the movement sending chills through me. My face stays buried in the crook of her neck until I feel myself really soften, then pull out.
“Are you okay?”
Her answering smile is slow and satisfied. My cock stirs.
“Yeah. That was amazing.”
“Give me a sec.”
Ditching the condom, I clean up and then bring a warm washcloth into the bedroom and wipe it gently between her legs. I leave the contented smile on my face, but I don’t meet her gaze. I’m feeling too much.
“When do you go back to school tomorrow?”
“In the afternoon.”
Sliding under the covers, I pull her against me before turning off the light.
“Good. We have time. Get some rest.”
“Waylon?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you for tonight. It was perfect.”
I squeeze her tighter against me and kiss the top of her head. She snuggles back into me, and we fall asleep tangled together after the most perfect night of my life. The memories will be the only thing I can keep, because tomorrow, I have to let her go.
MARLEE
PRESENT DAY
Igive myself one final glance in the mirror before heading into the living room to wait for Waylon. Blue and red flowers stand out on the white cotton fabric of my sundress. It has the cutest sweetheart neckline and makes me feel feminine and fun as it swishes around halfway up my thighs.
My cowboy boots are well loved, but this is Tennessee after all. They’re my favorites, and I could use a little luck tonight.
Not even the text from Caleb can keep me down. I deleted that sucker without even looking at it, and that felt damn good.
Grabbing my jean jacket, I leave it next to my purse on the couch. A quick spritz of perfume and I’m ready.
My heart is a steady pitter-patter as I wait for Waylon. He’s being so sweet, and I can only hope it lasts. Once Sorren arrives back in Clementine Creek, I know I’ll have a fight on my hands.
I need to take advantage of every moment I have with him so that when my brotherdoescome home, I’ll be able to defuse whatever situation they want to stir up. He and my brother have been wishing bigger and better things for me than our quaint little town, but never once did they ask what I want. That and Waylon makin’ a fuss about us being seven years apart—as ifthatmatters.
Regardless, Clementine Creek is my home. I stayed in Nashville and I bided my time, but enough is enough. Now, I’m going to get what I want, and that happens to be a certain dark-haired stud with a smile that can melt my panties right off.
Knock, knock.
Showtime.
Opening the door, my breath catches as my gaze meets Waylon’s.
“You lookamazin’.” He sounds awestruck, and I blush and dip my head.
“So do you.”
He leans in but instead of kissing my lips, he places a soft kiss on my cheek. He must sense my disappointment because he laces his fingers with mine and brings them to his lips for a lingering kiss that I feel all the way to my toes. His eyes never leave mine, and he does nothing to hide his blatant desire.
I swallow and resist fanning myself.
