I nod, looking over to where Remy is leaning against the side of our booth. Sure enough, his eyes are on Gwen but he’s trying to pretend like he’s not staring at her. It’s kind of cute. I smile as I turn back to my own cowboy.
“Do you want to dance?” Wyatt asks, leaning in close to me so I can hear him over the music.
“I’m not very good,” I warn him, his green eyes flashing with the hint of a challenge.
“What have I been telling you, sweetheart?” he whispers, his lips grazing up my neck. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
Wyatt kisses my temple and I sigh as I relax against him. “Okay,” I breathe out, nibbling on my bottom lip.
He slides out of the booth and I down the last of my drink before I take his hand and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. I look back to see Griz leading Monty out to dance too, and when I glance back at the booth, Remy is sitting across from Gwen, trying to ignore her, while Kai is staring longingly across the dance floor.
“Who is Kai looking at?” I yell to Wyatt.
He glances across the bar and sighs.
“Oakley.”
“Who is that?”
“The girl he’s been in love with since we were kids.”
"Why doesn't he ask her to dance?"
"She's our little sister's best friend and he swore to never touch her."
"That sucks," I say, glancing back at the lovesick expression on Kai's face.
“He’ll get it sorted soon. Griz finding his match has seemed to spark something in him.”
“I hope that they work out,” I say as I turn back to him.
“What about you?” he asks as my hips sway in tune with his and the music. Wyatt’s large hand wraps around my hip, pulling me closer and anchoring me to him.
“What about me?” I stutter out, looping my arms around his neck on instinct.
“No boyfriend?” There’s an intense kind of light to his eyes and I swallow hard.
“Nope. No boyfriend.”
“Good,” he mumbles, spinning me out of his embrace. I frown.
“What?” I ask, raising my voice. He tugs me back into his arms, staring down at me.
“I said why not?” he lies. I bite back a smile.
“No time, I guess? No one has ever really interested me in that way,” I admit. He nods, placing both hands on my hips. My thighs squeeze together automatically, my core clenching when his fingers tighten their grip. I cling to him, barely resisting the urge to climb my beastly cowboy like a tree. I feel like I’m going crazy, out of my damn mind with the need to feel all of him pressed against me.
“I don’t have a girlfriend either,” Wyatt informs me. I can’t stop the smile as it spreads across my face.Is he really into me too?
“Good to know.”
Wyatt dips me backward, his lips trailing up my neck. My heart thunders in my chest, my pulse pounding as I breathe in his spicy, masculine scent. He pulls me toward him once more, commanding my body with his confident moves and steady hands.
I look up, my breath stalling in my lungs when I see how close we are. His mouth is only a few inches from mine, and all I can think about is closing the gap between us and stealing my first kiss. Lust sizzles in my veins, making me lightheaded.
I want him.
God, for the first time in my life, I want a man. Not just any man. I want Wyatt Ford, the devastatingly handsome cowboy with a gentle touch and patient heart. I’ve gone twenty-three years thinking that something was wrong with me. Turns out I just hadn’t met my match yet.