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If I go back to his place, who knows what could happen? The thought excites me, making heat rush between my thighs as my mind fills with fantasies of being alone with this giant of a man. God, he’s so big. Those thick arms, his wide chest, all a solid block of muscle. The thought of being pinned beneath that hulking strength, being stretched around his no-doubt giant cock…I’m getting light-headed just thinking about it.
“Your place,” I say.
Grant’s blue eyes seem to darken at my words. The air between us crackles with tension, so thick I can hardly breathe.
God, this is nuts. I’ve never done anything like this before. Going home with a guy I just met sounds like the total opposite of me—I’m the “boring one”, the good girl, always the first to leave the party and the last to get a guy. Yet here I am, standing in the middle of a field with a gorgeous stranger, horny as hell, and agreeing to go back to his place.
Grant reaches out and captures my hand in his, leading me through the crowds with a fierce glint in his eye. My skin thrums with nerves and excitement, but I feel safe with him guiding me, his warm hand wrapped around my cold fingers.
Just one night, I tell myself. One little night of craziness to help me forget Josh. Then everything will go back to normal.
3
Grant
My heart is crashing against my ribcage as I lead Esme out of the field and toward my house. Her hands are cold, and I’m desperate to get her someplace warm. Someplace safe. I can’t help sneaking glances at her as we walk, drinking in those pretty eyes, the color of molten chocolate, and that plump, delicious mouth just begging to be tasted. Fuck, I can’t believe this angelic creature wants to come back to my place. I’m one lucky bastard that’s for sure, but I’m not satisfied yet. I want to know everything about this beautiful girl. She looks nervous, and I want to make her feel safe with me. Protected.
“Do you live in Desire Falls?” I ask, giving her hand a slight squeeze.
“No, I live over in Chester. But since Millie lives in Desire Falls, I visit here a lot. It’s a beautiful place.”
As soon as she says the word Chester, I’m already doing the math in my head. It’s a forty-five-minute drive away from Desire Falls…close, but still too far. I want her here all the time, next to me. I don’t want to let this angel out of my sight.
I try not to betray my crazy thoughts, keeping my voice neutral as I ask, “What do you get up to in Chester?”
“I waitress at this little Mediterranean bistro. It just about pays the bills, but it’s not exactly my dream.”
“Oh yeah? So, what is your dream?”
Whatever it is, I want to make it come true.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” Esme asks, looking up at me through her lashes.
“Of course, I won’t laugh.”
She takes a deep breath and says, “I want to write regency romance novels.”
There’s a pause while I try to decipher her answer. “Sorry, I understood the word romance and the word novels, but you lost me with regency.”
Esme smiles, and it lights up her whole face, making her shine like a sun against the bitter autumn night. Fuck, I want to kiss her so badly. It’s taking physical effort not to crash my lips to hers.
“Regency romance novels are usually set in Britain in the early nineteenth-century,” she explains. “The Regency era was a period of British history.”
“I see. History was never my strong point at school, as you can probably tell. That sounds cool though…I’m sure you’ll make a great writer.”
Esme shrugs, but she’s smiling wider now, her whole body more relaxed than before. “What about you? What’s your dream?”
The question hits me hard. Shit. My dream has always been to have a family of my own. A wife. Babies. In the past, when I tried to picture it all, I could never figure out what my dream wife looked like. She was just a faceless figment of my imagination. But now I’m walking hand in hand back to my place with this beautiful curvy girl who I can’t take my eyes off, and a new future is starting to take shape, a real face finally replacing that hazy image: Esme, with her bright eyes and those lusciously wide hips. But I can’t tell her that. No fucking way. I’m not scaring her off before we’ve even reached my front door. The strength of my feelings, the rush of need I get every time I look at her…it’s insane. If my feelings are freaking even me out, then God only knows how petrified she’d be if I told her.
“I don’t know what my dream is,” I lie. “I always expected to figure it out eventually, but I’m thirty-six now and I still have no clue.”
We finally reach the end of the field and step back onto the sidewalk, our hands still entwined.
“I don’t think you need one big dream,” Esme says thoughtfully. “You can have smaller goals or ambitions in life—those are dreams too.”
She cuts off with a shiver, and I wish I had a jacket to put over her.
“It’s not far now,” I promise as we round the corner. “My house is just here. The heating is on a timer, so it should be warm inside.”
