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By the time Jake makes it back to me, the band is doing a final sound check and introducing themselves as The Renegade Pesos. My brain sparks with recognition as the guitarist strums the first sultry chords of “Banana Republics.”
“Why are you smiling like that?” Jake teases as he plops down beside me and hands me another mojito.
“I love this song,” I reply as the singer starts up.
“Youknowthis song?”
I scoff and take a swig of my new drink, the mint and lime dancing on my tongue and warming me from the inside out.
“Of course I know this song. It’s Jimmy Buffett, Jake. I’m shocked youdon’tknow this song. JB’s basically you, just fifty years older.”
“JB, huh?” He juts his chin in the direction of the band, looping an arm around my shoulders in the process. “Who knew my husband was a secret parrot head?”
“I’ve been listening to Jimmy Buffett since I was a kid,” I explain. “Every year for as far back as I can remember, my dad would take me on a summer road trip. We never had a destination or a plan. We’d just get in the car and drive. We’d stay in cheap motels and explore weird towns. He’d let me chart the course and pick the route. He’d play Jimmy Buffett exclusively on those drives. I know the words to every song by heart.”
He’s on his feet the moment I finish.
“Dance with me.”
He holds out a hand but doesn’t wait for me to take it, instead grasping my arm and pulling me to my feet. I laugh as I try not to spill my drink.
“Jake…” I draw out his name in warning. No one else is dancing. We’re surrounded by strangers. If he thinks he’s going to get me all worked up in a room full of people right now…
As if reading my mind, he leans in and whispers, “I’m not trying to tease you. I just want to hold you.”
Mierda.
I’d almost rather he edge me than hit me with these heartfelt moments that leave me feeling like mush in his big, strong hands.
Maybe it’s the scratch of the brush against the cymbal. Or the familiarity of the lyrics. Maybe it’s the rum warming me from the inside. But in that moment, as my new husband’s invitation lingers between us, all other thoughts dissipate. I let him pull me toward the band, then we start to sway together on our makeshift dance floor.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, just like he promised. I lead, moving my hips in time with the music and adding in a few sultry rolls when the tempo changes. The crowd starts to whoop and holler, but I don’t pay them any mind. The band is loving everyone’s response, so much so that they repeat a verse to prolong our dance.
I hum in Jake’s ear, then whisper the next line of the song, rolling my tongue much longer than necessary when I croon about hustling the senoritas.
He groans quietly, just for me.
“You can do that thing with your tongue?” he questions, nipping at my earlobe as he waits for my reply.
“I’m half Puerto Rican, Jake. I can do it on command and without thinking.”
One hand snakes down my spine and settles on my low back. His hold is possessive, the feel of him addictive.
“I’m gonna need you to prove that later when my dick’s in your mouth.”
I smirk into the crook of his neck and continue to guide him in the dance. The way his hips follow mine and respond to every sway has me dick-drunk and wanting. I’ll gladly do a lot more than roll anRagainst his cock tonight.
“Today has been amazing,” I croon in his ear. “But I’m ready to be alone with my husband now.”
He’s grabbing for my hand and leading me to the exit a moment later. “Come on, baby. I owe you an orgasm, and you owe me a lesson in linguistics.”
Yes.Finally.
Chapter 23
Jake
We’rebarelythroughthedoor before I’ve got him shoved against the wall, pressing my body into his with surprising intensity. I love everything about this man’s body, or at least what I know of it so far. He’s responsive and pliable when he wants to be, then hard and forceful in the next breath. He had me panting like an animal on the dance floor tonight as his hips made promises to my body. We affect each other in such surprising, intense ways. I love how I can make him whimper with one touch, but when I smash my mouth into his and grind my pelvis into him, I know he’ll push back and give as good as he gets.