“Spin me again,” I ask of him. “Until I’m not stepping all over your toes.”
His eyes shine as brightly as the disco lights from the club, and I swear his smile grows. “With pleasure.”
Chapter 3
Wyatt
“Again!”Bryncriesoutbreathlessly, her petite body nearly slamming into me after the twirl I just put her through. “One more.”
Laughing, I throw my head back so hard my hat nearly flies off. “You said that two songs ago.”
That isn’t a complaint. Far from it. I’ve lost track of the number of songs we’ve danced to since we first got on the floor, and each time I think she might be done, she asks for more. Whoever blessed me with running into this woman tonight, I could kiss the ground they walk on. Bryn has been everything I didn’t know I needed.
“I know, I know!” she giggles, the sound enchanting, making me want to continue to draw it from her.
When the boys told me they were taking me out to celebrate, I thought I’d have a few beers, maybe find a dancing partner or two, then call it a night. Then she appeared. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted more than one dance. The dance we did as we tried to pass each other was fun, but the real clincher was when she bit her bottom lip and held back the smile I knew wanted to sparkle in all its glory that she wouldn’t allow.
I had to see it. Without anything holding it back.
It’s dazzling. She’s been flashing it in my direction ever since she got the hang of spinning. While there are still moments whenmy toes are crushed beneath her boots—thank god for the firm leather of cowboy boots—she hasn’t been as embarrassed as that first time. In fact, she laughs when she does it now. Less chagrined, more flirtatious with each toe stomp.
“I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun,” she says over the music, closing the space slightly between us so she can be heard. “I don’t want to stop.”
My eyes narrow. Not enough that I think she’ll notice, but I would. What does this girl do on the daily that she doesn’t recall this much fun? Life should be full of fun.
“It’s a good thing your friends are protective then, if you don’t have this much fun all the time,” I tease.
Bryn shakes her head. “I don’t come out often. It’s Hailey’s birthday, though.”
Through my smile, my eyes narrow again. She’s young. Not any older than my twenty-six, that’s for sure. “Why not?”
“Life!” she says, like it explains everything.
Tucking that away for the future, I step back, giving a gentle nudge to her shoulder blade to signal I’m about to spin her. A second later, the skirt of her cream-colored dress flares as she twirls around, though I keep it slow enough to not give the rest of the club a view of what’s beneath. But it does give me an excellent look at more of her legs.
Three dates to take someone to bed doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the views.
And in that dress? The views are everything. A brown belt cinches at her waist, showing off the curve of her hips. The material is crinkled all over, and however that works, it makes her breasts look delectable. Pushed up, but not overly exposed.
She looks every bit of the country she claims to be, and it has my full attention.
As I step back into her, she wildly shakes her head back and forth, her chin-length, wavy hair fluttering around her head like her dress flaring around her legs, full to the brim of life, delight, and pleasure. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone so beautiful.
“Okay, I think I need a drink,” she says, sounding out of breath.
Her hand snakes around my neck, her body closing the distance between us. Big, round eyes that don’t seem green but aren’t quite brown stare up at me from beneath dark, thick lashes, and my dick twitches at the sight. Three dates, but fuck if the look on her face doesn’t have the image of her on her knees before me coming to mind.
Yeah, a drink sounds like a really good idea right now. I’m not sure if I need a single, double, or a huge glass of ice water.
My hand slides down from the top of her back, winding around to press into her lower back, holding her close to me. Our pace slows as we move around the floor, other couples easily passing us. As much as we could both use a drink, a part of me doesn’t want this to end, and the breath that hitches in Bryn’s chest tells me she doesn't want that either.
“Will you dance with me again after we have a drink?” she asks, softer than any other conversation we’ve had tonight, her voice barely carrying over the music.
Eager.
I like it.
Tilting my head down, I brush my lips against her soft cheek, inhaling a scent that makes me think of long summer afternoons lying in a meadow of flowers while my horse Rosie grazes in the grass back home in Montana.
