Page 61 of Rock Candy Kisses
Izzy comes over and wraps herself around Holt. “So? Are we all one big happy family now?”
“We are.” I pull Annie in and press a kiss on top of her head. “The best family.”
A slow song seeps out of the speakers like an aphrodisiac, and half the bar hits the dance floor. I pull Annie out with me and bury us deep in the crowd. My arms find a home around her waist as our hips move in time.
This is it, every school boy fantasy, every adult dream of what I thought I wanted in a woman is right here in my arms.
I lean in and whisper right into her ear, “I love you.”
Annie looks up with pressing joy in her eyes. “I love you, too.” She bites her lips as if she were about to say something then changed her mind.
“What is it?” I give her a little nudge.
“Nothing.” She knits her brows, unable to withhold her laughter.
“It’s something—give or I’ll tickle you in front of all of these people,” I tease. And knowing how much she can’t stand that, I wouldn’t dare.
“Okay.” She looks up at me through a forest of lashes, and my boxers twitch to life. I can hardly wait to get her home, in my bed—inourbed. God knows it feels empty without her.
Annie’s hair falls over one eye giving her that vixen appeal that drew me to her that day at Whitney Briggs. She was calling me even then, and she didn’t know it.
“Don’t laugh”—she holds up a finger—“but, for some reason, I thought when you whispered into my ear you were going to say something dirty.” Her face reddens a neon shade of pink.
“Knew it.” I tip my head back. “You’ve got a naughty streak a mile wide.”
“Do not!” She swats me.
“Let’s see about that.” I lean in and whisper the dirtiest sweet nothings into her ear for the next two songs. Annie groans and grinds her hips into mine like a promise. It’s pretty evident she approves. It looks like I was right about the naughty streak.
Nope, Annie is nobody’s little girl.
She’s all woman—and, lucky for me, she’s mine.
