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He shrugs. “Because they say only suckers swim in a freshwater pond in the middle of the woods. Lots of thirsty snakes in these woods, you know.”
I laugh and tell him there’s no way that I’ll be getting in that water anytime soon.
So, now I can relax because he’s cool with not trying to get me to go skinny-dipping with him, which was what I initially thought he might’ve brought me out here for. I stare up at the tall trees, and the way the sun is barely visible behind them makes me a little nervous about being here so late.
“It’s going to be dark soon. Don’t you think we ought to get out of here?”
“Nothing is going to get you, Avery. You’re more likely to get attacked in Columbus than out here. You won’t be hearing Deliverance music anytime soon.” He laughs as he glances toward his guitar. “Believe it or not, there’re some good people here. You just have to give them a chance, and besides, I’ll protect you.”
Okay, now I feel stupid. Maybe he’s right. He’s nice and pretty easy on the eyes. Especially with those dimples when he smiles.
Tyler opens his guitar case and pulls out a glossy blue instrument. Confidence exudes from him as he holds it. Very rock starish. I can picture him now making it into the big time, with a hoard of groupies swooning as soon as he takes the stage. Tyler is destined for fame. He’s too good, from what I saw, not to be. He bites his lip as he strums the strings, moving his fingers along the frets to create a beautiful tune. When he opens his mouth to sing, his voice instantly soothes me. I’ve never heard this song before, but I love the rhythm of it and Tyler’s voice is phenomenal.
I close my eyes and lean back, balancing my weight with my hands. This music is easy to get into, and before I’m ready, it stops, causing the forest around us to fall silent again.
I want to hear him sing more. He’s unbelievably good. He could go on one of those singing competition shows and blow everyone else out of the water. He’s that good.
“Play me something?” I ask with my most flirty smile.
I notice how attractive he is, sitting there during the twilight. There’s something about a guy with a guitar that makes me giddy, and being in the back of this truck with Tyler at sunset while he serenades me is the most romantic situation I’ve ever been in.
I’m in awe as he starts moving his hands again rhythmically on the strings.
I don’t know this tune either. Acoustic versions of songs are always hard for me to recognize. I watch his fingers as they glide sensually down the strings and can’t help but notice how sexy it is.
When he opens his mouth and sings, my stomach tingles as a thousand butterflies flutter around inside it. His voice is even better like this—raw, with no distractions from his band pulling some of the attention away from just how great of a singer he is. A delighted smile creeps across my face. I’m genuinely impressed yet again by Tyler’s talent. His sexability factor is skyrocketing at this very moment.
When the song ends, I clap. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah?” He smiles. “I’m glad you’re starting to come around to country music.”
“That was country?” I ask, feeling a little dumb for not realizing. What can I say? I was a little distracted. “Huh, it didn’t really sound country.”
“Um, do you want me to play you a non-country song?” he asks, wearing a wry smile.
“Sure, go for it.” I giggle.
He starts strumming a few riffs.
Before he starts singing though, he looks at me and says, “This one makes me think of you.”
That shocks me a little. No guy has ever dedicated a song to me before, let alone sung one to me. It’s romantic to know he thinks about me.
When he sings the first few bars, I know the song immediately: “I’ll Be” by Edwin McCain. Sure, it’s an old ’90s song, but the light rock station back home plays it all the time. This is a deep song, one with meaning. I listen intently as he serenades me with a love song.
I look at him. I mean, really look at him, while he sings. He’s so damn attractive. It’s almost like I’m seeing him for the first time. His blue eyes dance in the evening light, and his lips look moist and very kissable. For a second, I picture attacking him in a fit of lust. Running my fingers through his blond hair, and pulling him down with me in the bed of the truck and . . .
Before I can finish my thought, the last chord vibrates. That’s when I do it. I kiss him. I’ve never been the initiator before, but I can’t help myself. I think I’ve surprised him just as much as I’ve surprised myself. His lips are soft and tentative. I can tell he’s holding back and allowing me to take the lead. It’s magic here in the bed of this pickup as we finally connect.
I pull away and stare into his eyes to gauge his reaction.
Tyler licks his lips, and a slow, seductive smile flirts across them. “Wow. Remind me to play that song every time we’re alone together if that’s the reaction I’m going to get.”
I grin. “I bet you knew dedicating a song to me would score you a kiss.”
“I was hopeful but never expected it to.” He smiles as he leans in and caresses my cheek with his fingers and kisses me again.
It’s nice, not overbearing or pushy, just sweet. I’ve never been with a guy who kisses so gently. Most of the time guys are too busy pawing me and ramming their tongues down my throat at this point to care about whether I’m into it or not.
