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“What do you want, Sweets?”
At one time, she thought she knew the answer.She wanted to be a country superstar and travel the world singing her songs.She wanted to come back to Wilder as the hometown celebrity everyone had forgiven.She wanted her daddy to accept he’d been wrong all along and be proud of her.She wanted to build a mansion on the ranch and come home whenever she wasn’t touring and garden with her grandma and bake with her mama and hang with her sisters who would all move back to Wilder to be close to her.
It had taken twelve years to realize how unrealistic her dream had been.
Even if she became part of the one percent of singers who make it big in the music business, that didn’t mean the townsfolk would forgive her.Or her daddy would be proud of her.Or her sisters would come back to Wilder to live.
She couldn’t control people’s feelings and actions.She couldn’t even control her own.
But standing in front of her was something she wanted—something she wanted badly.And she could have it.All she had to do was be willing to take a chance.
With her insides trembling with emotions, she stepped back into his arms.
“You.I want you.”
“Sweets.”He breathed the name against her lips as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the house.As soon as they stepped in the door, two excited dogs greeted them.A floppy hound dog with sleepy eyes and the cute little dog Sweetie had met before.
“Get down, Dixie Chick and George.”Decker tried to maneuver around the jumping dogs.
Sweetie laughed and reached out to scratch the hound dog’s ears.“Hey, George.You’re a handsome boy.”She glanced at the little dog that danced backward as Decker moved into a bedroom.“Hey, Dixie Chick.Where did you get that cute pink sweater, girlfriend?”She glanced at Decker.His blush answered her question.The thought of him knitting his little dog a sweater made Sweetie’s heart twist.When he placed her on the bed, she couldn’t help pulling him in for a kiss.
It was interrupted by wet doggie kisses as both George and Dixie Chick joined them on the bed.
Sweetie couldn’t help giggling as Decker scooped up Dixie Chick and grabbed George’s collar.
Once both dogs were on the other side of the closed door, he turned to Sweetie with a sheepish look.“So much for me romantically carrying you to my bed.”
She smiled.“I like the sweater you made Dixie Chick, Deck.”
His cheeks grew redder.“I’m trying for sexy here.”
She laughed.“You knitting your dog a sweater is damn sexy, believe me.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded.“Yeah.So why are you still standing over there?”
His gaze was intense as it swept over her.“I need a minute to realize that this isn’t a dream.You’re here.You’re actually here.”
Her heart twisted even tighter.“I’m here.”
He released his breath as if he’d been holding it.“Do you know how many times I pictured this?”When she shook her head, he told her.“A thousand ...no, make that a million.This moment is fulfilling a lot of my fantasies.”A sexy smile tipped the corners of his mouth.“You want to fulfill a few more?”
When he smiled at her like that, she was willing to give him just about anything.
But it turned out she wasn’t the one who did the giving.
After removing his boots, he started unbuttoning his shirt and the chest revealed when the cotton slipped from his shoulders made Sweetie’s breath catch.He didn’t have an athlete’s body with muscle on top of muscle, but the muscles he had were strategically placed in all the right spots.Which somehow made them even more impressive.
She had never thought that pectoral muscles could be pretty.Decker’s were.They started just below his collarbone and spread out like two hard slabs of granite that were lightly sprinkled with dark hair and topped with light brown nipples almost the same color as his tanned skin.Bookcasing those pecs were defined biceps that flexed as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.
Sweetie’s attention was pulled away from his perfect chest and heat pooled in her body as Decker slipped out of his jeans and she took in the thick, hard length that strained against his boxer briefs.By the time he removed his socks and joined her on the bed, she was nothing but a puddle of need.
He kissed her.Not like he had kissed her earlier—rushed and desperate.This kiss was slow and thorough, as if he wanted to savor every taste and texture of her mouth.He didn’t close his eyes and neither did she.Their gazes remained locked as he took slow sips.
No one had ever kissed Sweetie like this.Every gentle pull of his lips and brush of his tongue made her feel things no man had ever made her feel.Not carnal, physical things—although he could certainly make her feel those.But the way he was kissing now didn’t make her feel sexual as much as ...cherished ...worshipped ...special.
Growing up with five sisters, it was hard to feel special.Maybe that was why she’d wanted so desperately to become a superstar.She’d wanted to stand out in the crowd.But she’d come to realize that standing out in a crowd didn’t make her feel special.It made her feel terrified.She suddenly realized that people who didn’t know you couldn’t make you feel like you were unique.Only the people who really saw you for who you were could.
