Ana did her best not to clutch her chest when he began singing, his deep, husky voice delivering the uplifting song. Jesse and Caleb began dancing with McKenna, taking turns twirling her around, and then before Ana knew it, even A.J.’s parents were on their feet, clapping and swaying.
Was this what Southern life was like?
I could stay here forever.
“Dance with me!” McKenna offered her hand while dancing in place. Ana took it and let McKenna pull her up off the chair.
Let loose, she reminded herself. Dancing wasn’t her specialty. It required letting go, allowing your limbs to be loose and free. That wasn’t quite natural for her yet.
When Jesse requested Luke Bryan’s “What She Wants Tonight”—well, Ana’s insides melted while listening to A.J. croon the lyrics.
Yeah, A.J. knew exactly what Ana wanted.
Forget slow. Forget why they were in Alabama to begin with. She wanted A.J. tonight.
Caleb surprised Ana by pulling her in for a dance, only for the briefest of moments, and it was clear he was doing his best to try and rile A.J. up. But Caleb’s actions did have A.J. on his feet, eyes pinned on Ana.
“How about a little Lee Brice, ‘I Don’t Dance’?” The unmistakable husky tone of A.J.’s voice was heard by everyone. He left out the This one is for you, but Ana felt it in her bones as he sang. The lyrics had her swaying from side to side, unable to remove her gaze from him the entire time he sang. Her heart was going to explode. Each verse of the song had her feeling the intent of the words.
When A.J. finished, he handed off his guitar to Caleb, who then picked up playing, and made a straight line for Ana.
He wrapped her in his arms, not giving a damn who saw, and lifted her off the ground. He held her hat on and tipped it back to better see her eyes.
“I don’t want to take it slow,” she whispered softly, but the gleam of her desire was loud and clear.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Damn, woman, I’m gonna get us in an accident,” A.J. growled as Ana did something she’d never in her life done before: tossed her inhibitions out the window.
His hand was on the back of her head, his fingers threaded through her hair while she took all of him in her mouth as they drove back to Grant’s house. “You want me to stop?” she panted out, coming up for air.
“Hell no, don’t stop,” he groaned and gave her a quick smile before returning his focus to the road. Ana grinned and returned her own focus to his lap, where his shaft poked through the opening of his jeans.
Her panties were soaked, slick with desire, and they’d been that way from the moment A.J. belted out the first song in his rich, husky voice. A short while later, he artfully negotiated their departure from his parents’ ranch as if de-escalating a hostage situation. And the moment they were alone in the SUV, his tongue was in her mouth, the top half of her denim dress undone and a hand inside her bra to cup her breast.
And now she was sucking his . . .
I’m allowed to think the word. Damn her inner prude for scolding her inner bad girl, who had apparently never been let out to play before A.J.
Coooock, she allowed the word to glide through her mind with certainty. It’d flown so easily from her mouth in front of A.J. last night, so no reason to let it hang her up now.
She licked slowly, circling the head with her tongue before sliding down his long, thick length. With one hand holding the base of his shaft, she bobbed her mouth up and down, feeling like Anastasia the pole dancer and loving every flipping second of this incredibly sensual act of going down on her sexy cowboy.
“Letting her hair down” had officially been bumped out of first place on her “How To Relax” list, replaced by “pleasuring her man.” Ana was wild about A.J.’s grunts and groans of desire.
His quad flexed beneath her palm as she continued to suck eagerly. “Mmm,” she moaned, aroused by the taste of him and his reactions to her touch.
“Fuck, girl, I’m gonna bust my load in that sweet mouth of yours if you don’t pull off soon,” he roared as the truck made a sharp turn, probably into Grant’s long driveway. The home sat far back on the property,