“Do you wanna dance?” I ask, even though I know dancing really isn’t her thing.
“Sure, cowboy. Lead the way,” she says, and I take her hand.
Her warm fingers wrap around my neck, and I grab her curvy hips. I try not to focus on her eyes, but she’s staring at me with fire in her gaze. I spin her around and zero in on her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
With a snort, she tries to brush it off, but I see a slight blush creep on her cheeks. “Wait, was I eye-f*****g you?”
I smirk, not expecting anything different to come from her mouth. I love that she can hold her own even with her smart-ass brothers. “Probably the wine.”
“Definitely the wine,” she agrees, even though I willingly gave her that out.
DefinitelyAgainst my better judgment, I pull her closer and rest my palms right ab
