I looked up at him and saw him smiling at me again. Maybe he smiled at everyone but with just the two of us there, it was easy for me to pretend his smile was just for me. And just because he missed me or just because he wanted me there.
“Dillon Cayla,” I said, gulping loudly as he laid his hands over my hips.
Callum came in close to me, close enough that I felt his warm breath against my throat and the scent of his vanilla shampoo reached my nose. “What do you do, Dillon?”
“Beekeeper,” I blurted out. Thinking was hard enough. Talking was nearly impossible. I hadn’t realized that we would be having a conversation here.
“I haven’t heard that one before.”
I nodded. Words were hard to come up with. I was being good about not touching him. My hands at least were under my control. But I kept glancing at his muscular chest and the fine hairs that lay scattered over it and the thin trail going down his stomach and I licked my lips. My tongue was not under my control and my fantasies were fresh in my mind.
Callum put his hands on the tops of my thighs, brushing his fingers over my jeans. My cheeks were hot. I knew I was blushing. I loved having him to myself and I wanted so much more than that from him. More than just a dance. More than a simple touch.
About the Author
Caitlin Ricci has been writing professionally since 2012 and since then has released over a hundred stories including some award winners. Though she writes in many genres, all of her stories are about finding love and happily ever after. She lives on a small farm in Missouri with her dogs, goats, and husband.
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