Page 57 of Dancing Struggles


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“I’m going to try. Granted, I have no idea if it’ll work.”

I don’t even say goodbye, I’m out the door.

In my truck, I pull over before I make the turn down the road to the resort.

Sarah. Sadie. Sweet Sadie, I called her. The best sex I’ve ever had. And in four years, I haven’t even tried to seriously date anyone. Yeah, I’m a fucking playboy, I know that, but I’ve dated. It’s not a party of one-night stands.

But since her . . .

Nope.

Not one.

Because no one has even come close to that mouth, her responses, the way she felt around me. That chemistry that not only clicked but set everything on fire.

And I didn’t put it together.

Why the fuck not?

I’m smart. Smarter than that. And yet I didn’t even know.

But maybe some part did. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t let her go. Why I had to keep at her this whole time.

When I kissed her, that was the thing I’ve missed. The taste of sweetness, innocence, and dark sexual promises. There’s a world in there I want.

And have ever since I first kissed her. Fingered her outside the damn bar and she came on me. Liked the risk like I did.

It wasn’t anything like having an audience. I don’t play that way. But the risk of being caught gave it something extra, a springboard into knowing I could do whatever I wanted with her and she’d do it willingly.

No, it was more than that. She’d do it because I raised the same response she conjured in me. We fed off each other. Once, literally.

And now. Oh, God.

My hand shakes as I push it through my hair. Now, she’s older, more sure of herself. And that’s one hell of a fucking aphrodisiac. She’s a woman who knows what she wants and how, and I want every part of what that has to offer.

The looks between us. The electricity in the air . . . even if I hadn’t touched her years before, it would be there, but knowing what I know now, I have to set the wrongs right.

After that, I’m going to fuck her again. Soon.

She’ll be so lost, she won’t want anyone else.

I look at my phone. Fuck waiting. She’s had enough time to have her head start, to get those ridiculous defenses back to a normal level. I’m going to decimate those.

And I’m going to make her mine.

For however long that lasts.

Chapter Seventeen

Sarah

Of course, everything is running smoothly.

Dakota’s called a few times, and usually I’d pick up, but right now, I don’t want to talk about Leland or my pathetic past. I just want to try and forget.

I head to my suite and go straight to the bathroom, stripping as I go. I turn the hot water on as hot as I can, stepping inside the shower, letting the cold blast me first.

But as the water hits me, that kiss comes back. Worse, his smile, the sound of his voice. His touch.

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