“Yeah.” She nods.
I shift in my seat so our eyes meet. “There are so many other things country youshouldappreciate, Carina.”
“Like what?” She smiles with a twinkle of mischief.
She’s a playful one.
A warm breeze blows, sending a wave of her floral perfume my way. Her scent is enchanting. The longer I sit next to her, the more I want to lose myself in her.
“You know what I said earlier about your sandwiches?” She frowns and offers a small nod. “It only took one bite…”
“Ah, yes, I remember.”
“It’s the same about you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“One look… and I was charmed, Carina.”
She casts her eyes down. “Mr. Sullivan, you keep saying things that make me blush,” she says from under her lashes.
“I already warned you, I love the rosiness on your cheeks.”I’m dying to see other parts of your heavenly body blush.
The wind blows locks of her dark hair, and I reach out and tuck them behind her ear. Her eyes widen, probably astonished by my audacious move.
I make no apologies. I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted to touch her for ten excruciating days.
She makes this little sound. It’s a cross between a plea and shock.
A moment so electrifying it could set a match on fire passes between us.
“I agree with Thomas Rhett,” I say.
“Who?”
“The singer.” I point upwards. “I agree with the lyrics.”
“I didn’t catch them.”
“Your dress makes it hard to breathe.”
The urge to have her underneath me is stronger than ever.
“Rhett.” My name comes out in a breathy pant.
“I barely know you and I’m completely obsessed with you.”
“You are?” Her eyes widen.
“Damn right I am. You do things to me, Carina,” I say, dropping my eyes to my crotch, enticing her to do the same.
She gasps. “Oh, God,”
I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.
Chapter 10
Carina
