Something I Need (xoxo Nashville Book 1) by Lena Lowe Page A

the chorus and then broke into another giggle fit. He was about to point out that she’d gotten some of the words wrong, but she suddenly said, “What do you think he means when he says different things?”
    “Who knows with that dude?”
    “Hahahaha, you just said dude.”
    It was well and truly time to wrap things up for the night. He needed to get Jonte upstairs so she could sleep or pass out or whatever. But she looked so carefree dancing around the pool table, so much more relaxed than he’d seen her the past few days. All right, so she was half cut, but she was happy.
    “Do you have a lake at your ranch?” she asked, but became fixated on trying to unknot the T-shirt he’d given her earlier.
    “What are you doing?”
    “I smell like beer.” She fumbled with the knot for a minute but finally managed to yank the top over her head. “Do you have a lake at your ranch?” She repeated her unanswered question and walked towards him, watching him the whole way.
    “No, but we have a river. Why?”
    Her head dropped to one side and she looked straight at him, the flecks of gold in her hazel doe eyes almost catching fire. “Do you make love to girls out there, like in the song?”
    Shit. This was not good. Cash ran his hands through his hair and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in. “I think it’s time I took you upstairs.”
    “Do girls go for the whole white knight thing you’ve got going on?”
    “Jonte.”
    “Cash.” She mimicked the reprimanding tone in his chide, clearly mocking him. He didn’t care. He liked her sass.
    She was standing so close now. Her breath swirled around him. The lime from the tequila was mingling with the vanilla scent he’d learned over the past few days was all her. He knew he should step back. He knew he should take her upstairs, put her to bed, and leave.
    “I don’t do anything fun,” Jonte said, practically pouting, her nose all scrunched up, her perfect lips smooshed together.
    “You don’t?” Crap. That wasn’t what he was supposed to say. He was supposed to ignore her ramblings and the please-do-naughty-things-to-me look in her eyes. He was supposed to drag her half-drunk ass up the stairs, get on his bike, and go home. Alone.
    “Noooooope. That’s why I ran away from home.”
    “Aren’t you a little old to be running away from home, sweetheart?”
    “You have sexy eyes. I think you could be fun.”
    Fun? He could do fun – that’s all he ever did with women when the need came up. No, he couldn’t just fool around with her. What he needed to do right now was go home and have a cold shower. Maybe jerk off first.
    Like an animal trapped in oncoming headlights, he was dumbstruck and simply watched her lean forward. She was so close now, and his heart was hammering in his chest – screaming at him to grab hold of her and never let her go, and simultaneously warning him to back away before things got out of hand and they crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. He’d hesitated for too long, and now it was too late. Her lips barely brushed against his. They were soft and subtle and tasted of lime. From this moment on, lime would forever be synonymous with Jonte. Boss or no boss, he craved more.
    Oh, fuck it! Who was he kidding? He was horny as hell, having watched her bend over tables and smile at him all night, and from the way she was now devouring his mouth, she was clearly up for this.
    Careful not to break their delicious kiss, Cash gripped her hips and lifted her off the ground. A giggle escaped her mouth, but he silenced it with his and shuffled them forward, sitting her on the edge of the pool table.
    Jonte’s hands grabbed fists full of his hair, while his explored her back, crushing the smooth fabric of her dress. Their bodies were pressed hard up against each other. Her legs had snaked their way around him, but it wasn’t enough. He had to be closer, had to feel more of her.
    Cash toed off his boots. “Lie back.”