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“That is not cool.”
Our night atHummingbird’swas perfection.
Mayson “Trucker” Calhoune was the perfect gentleman.
When the dancefloor opened after our dinner, he held me close and swayed me around the room. He stole kisses from my lips, my bare shoulders my neck. He held my lower back in that romantic way I liked.
His palm large and warm against my body.
I melted for him with no shame.
I cuddled into him, even closer. He tightened his arms around my body, and after a soul cleansing sigh, I looked up into his face.
“We should go home.” I moaned. “We have a long drive back.”
“Not tonight.” Trucker dropped his lips to my shoulder. “I booked us a hotel for the night—I figured we could stay the night, and I’d drive us back tomorrow after breakfast.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t want to.” Trucker released me and walked back to our table.
Quickly, I followed him and sat across his lap.
Wrapping my arms around him, I cuddled into his chest and sighed.
“What do you mean I don’t want to?” I asked.
“It’s just the way you?—”
“Babe—of course, I wanna spend the night with you.” I smacked him. “What is this? I just didn’t want you driving backto Albright when you’re tired. But if we’re staying tonight, can I have another dance?”
Taking my hand, he led me back to the dancefloor.
Though I didn’t have clothes to change into, I didn’t mind. Trucker had me naked from the moment we entered our suite.
There was something about falling in love with a good man—a good person.
I wasn’t sure what it was about that feeling—maybe it was the way he touched me, the roughness of his hands, the gentle ways he looked at me, the taste of his kiss.
I gave myself to him that night—repeatedly then talked him into a late-night bath.
“Sprite?”
“Mm.”
“That thing with Ryan—I wanted to kill him.” Trucker confessed.
“Baby.”
“I didn’t want you seeing that side of me.” He added. “Sometimes I think about it and—I’m sorry I’m so possessive?—”
“I get it.” I replied. “Shh. Tonight is for happy thoughts, right?”
“I don’t want to hide things from you. Ever.”
“Baby, I understood you’d be angry.” I turned as best I could in the tub to caress his cheek. “As the man who take me as his woman, you’d be angry. I understand.”
Trucker exhaled long and loud.
