Just Want Somebody to Love. Keri Ford

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      The quicker he could get his mouth on her, the better. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

      She laughed and tugged him to the floor. “Let’s see if you can.”

      He wasn’t sure they were still talking about dancing, but then she turned into him. The top of her head hit around his jaw line. He wasn’t used to women her height. He wasn’t tall, and most women were eye-level, if not a little taller because of their shoes. The surprises continued with her. His favorite part was this sway in her hips. A side to side rocking he wanted to get his hands on and join in the motion with the rest of his body. With her ass moving like it was, all bets were off on what exactly they were discussing.

      This week just kept looking better and better for him. After years of hard work, the restaurant he’d opened with his brother was chaining all across the south. A childhood dream that only needed two signatures to become true. Investors wanted to buy into their franchise. Celebration waited on the horizon, and this little blonde put him in the mood for an earlier start.

      Her hands gripped his shoulders just the way a woman should. The crowd of people pushed them in another step. Her breasts pressed against his chest and thighs tucked against his.

      He hoped to God they were on the same page, or this was about to get awkward with an uncomfortable night ahead. He hadn’t lived in a small town since he was a teenager. Did women here even go for the concept of sex just after meeting someone? Foggy teenage memories said no.

      Course, he’d been a scrawny, acne covered teen. His nonexistent sex life at that age could have been more to do with him than the girls from high school.

      She glanced to him, then away with a smile and shake of her head, but she never said a word. That look of hers with that side-eye through her lashes slayed him.

      He cleared his throat and sorted through whether to make a little space between the zipper of his jeans and hers, or fill it in. “What’s on your mind?”

      “I have no idea.” The words came out with a laugh and not even the smallest break of her hips swinging against his.

      “Sure you do.”

      “Not really.” She adjusted her grip around his neck, and her nails tickled at his hairline. “That’s what I was smiling about. I wanted to say something, but I don’t know what.”

      “I’m guessing you don’t pick men up often?” He tested his hands a little lower and got one palm on her hip.

      She flashed him with those eyes again. He stopped in front of her, and her gaze nailed him with eyes that said all he wanted to hear. Me. You. Now. He couldn’t agree more.

      She caught her lower lip, then let it go. “No. You’re the first new person I’ve met in town in, oh, years. Possibly my whole life.”

      Was that a good or bad thing? If this wasn’t his brother’s small town, he’d just come out and ask, but if he was wrong and she walked away, he’d never hear the damned end of it. “I can see how that would make things difficult. Should I take over from here?

      “Please.”

      He nodded. All right. Time to see how far he could push her. “I have three rules about women.”

      Her brows lifted. “Do you?”

      Good sign so far. “Not really, but I hear it makes ladies more comfortable, so I play along.”

      She laughed again. She had a good full laugh that caused her to tighten her grip on him rather than loosen it. “So you lie?”

      He made a point of wincing. “Lie is such a strong word.”

      “Yeah. It has all those negative connotations with it.” She stepped in a bit more, and her leg eased between his.

      A lump filled his throat as he moved with her, making her leg rub against his inner thighs. “And yet, everyone lies at Christmas and birthdays. Suddenly it’s okay.”

      “True. So, in the interest of a good lie, tell me about your pretend rules.”

      He stopped their dancing and frowned at her. “See, now when you say it like that, you ruin the magic of how this plan works. You can’t call them lies and pretend all in the same sentence. It pulls you out of the belief.”

      “I’m sorry.” Her heavy breaths fell across his neck. They couldn’t get any closer unless they removed clothes. Which he was completely up for.

      She tucked in against him, and he liked that she could do that. They weren’t just standing next to each other but were close. He wrapped his arm around her lower back. “So.” He tried to focus on his thoughts instead of the hundred other things rushing through his blood. “My rules to women.”

      “I’m ready.” She lifted off him and cleared her throat with a slight shake of her head. “I think I can handle them.”

      A woman with an amazing sense of humor did exist. “We’ll see. They’re pretty tough. Rule number one: I don’t sleep with just anyone. I’m not easy. I seem to give off that vibe.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what it is. But you women, you’re like carnivores or something.”

      She straightened and flicked her hair back. “I’m so disappointed now. I came on to you because I thought you were a sure thing. I don’t have time for complicated.”

      Music to his ears. This wasn’t only promising, it was enjoyable. “I know. I just can’t give up my integrity like that. I’m a sensitive guy with emotional needs. I need a connection.”

      “I understand.” She rubbed his shoulder and dipped her brows together. “It’s okay. I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

      “Good. I think we’re getting on the same page. Rule two. This one is kind of useless given my brother owns this bar, but I don’t accept open drinks from strange women.”

      “Smart, I might drug you and take advantage.”

      “I know. You women. And you were already plotting with your friends. I bet you’re stronger than you look. You’re like four foot two or something, and you can probably lift a car.”

      “Hey.” She pushed on his shoulder. “I’m five and a half, I’ll have you know.”

      His turn to laugh. Yeah right. “You mean five foot and half an inch?”

      She lifted her chin. “Sounds the same in my book.”

      “Fair enough.”

      “And number three?”

      This one was all serious and no pretend. “I always drive my car, so don’t try to pick me up. We can meet. Or I can pick you up.”

      “That’s reasonable.”

      Then he could leave whenever he wanted. Be it in twenty minutes or just before dawn. “And that’s all my rules. Any problems?”

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