heart was gone. Kendra now knew she needed to drop any baggage she might be carrying and accept the man before her for who he was. Because he was wonderful.
The irony was she had driven way out here, into the middle of nowhere, to get away from her creepy ex-boyfriend, to be alone in her heat, and now, the exact opposite had occurred. She had met a man, a fantastic man, the kind of man who gave her butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t believe it, part of her didn’t even want to believe it, but it was happening. It was real. She felt like she was walking on clouds. Like the world was a perfect place. And she knew that meant one thing. She was falling for him. She was falling in love.
“All that stuff you said you needed to do, the bad timing and all of it?” Kendra said.
“It’s over now,” he said. “It’s all over.”
“So we can get to know each other?” she asked.
“You can take as much time as you need.”
“And what about you?”
“I don’t need any time,” Cyrus said. “I already know you’re the one.”
Birds tweeted in the willows above. Once again, she felt like pinching herself. Was this guy for real? But despite the suddenness of their relationship, she knew he was. Even though she couldn’t quite identify it, she’d had a feeling in her bones from the moment she had gotten into his tow truck, and the feeling was only stronger now—the feeling that somehow, in the haystack of life, she had found her man.
Kendra was so profoundly grateful to have found her mate, she thought a tear might have escaped her eye. But before she could be sure, Cyrus pulled her near, and she leaned in toward him, his lips brushing against hers. It was just their lips at first, soft, sensual, and then she explored his mouth with her tongue. The feeling was fresh, electric. Cyrus dropped a hand down her back, and she felt it once more. That tingle down below. Her heat. My gosh, she wanted him. But there was a difference. She didn’t just want him in bed. She wanted him forever. It was like a transformation had occurred somewhere deep inside of her. He made her feel free. Like a summer day. Like dancing.
Shit. Dancing.
She pulled away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I promised Charlize I’d do a 3 PM set.”
A cloud passed over Cyrus’s face. He checked his watch. Was it concern over the time? Or was it more than that?
“You don’t want me to dance, do you?” Kendra said.
“Do you want to dance?” Cyrus asked.
“Well, I said I would and I really don’t want to let Charlize down.”
“Then I want you to do what you need to do.”
“But does it make you uncomfortable?”
Cyrus laughed. “I’d be lying if I told you the idea of you dancing for strangers doesn’t make my tiger bristle.”
“But…”
“But you made a commitment. And though I may have a lot of faults, I understand the meaning of that word.”
“Are you sure?” Kendra asked.
“Baby, seeing you up there makes my tiger hot as hell. Hot and, okay, I’ll admit it, a little jealous too. Because I want you for me. I want you to be mine. But I’ve got a human side too. And my human side, my rational side, even though it gets just as jealous, knows that one little pole dance isn’t going to change what we have. Bottom line, I think both my human and my tiger can endure the jealousy.”
“Are you positive?” Kendra asked.
“No,” Cyrus smiled. “But I’m as sure as I’m going to get.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “So let’s get you to the club before I change my mind.”
Chapter Seven
Kendra practically sat in Cyrus’s lap as he drove, her hand in his. Something about his being so understanding, his broad chest, and his easy smile, made her all gooey on the inside. And it wasn’t just her heat. That was part of it, of course, and leaning into him like she was, stoked her inner fire, but it was much more than that, and she intended to show him exactly how she felt. With a dance. A very special
The irony was she had driven way out here, into the middle of nowhere, to get away from her creepy ex-boyfriend, to be alone in her heat, and now, the exact opposite had occurred. She had met a man, a fantastic man, the kind of man who gave her butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t believe it, part of her didn’t even want to believe it, but it was happening. It was real. She felt like she was walking on clouds. Like the world was a perfect place. And she knew that meant one thing. She was falling for him. She was falling in love.
“All that stuff you said you needed to do, the bad timing and all of it?” Kendra said.
“It’s over now,” he said. “It’s all over.”
“So we can get to know each other?” she asked.
“You can take as much time as you need.”
“And what about you?”
“I don’t need any time,” Cyrus said. “I already know you’re the one.”
Birds tweeted in the willows above. Once again, she felt like pinching herself. Was this guy for real? But despite the suddenness of their relationship, she knew he was. Even though she couldn’t quite identify it, she’d had a feeling in her bones from the moment she had gotten into his tow truck, and the feeling was only stronger now—the feeling that somehow, in the haystack of life, she had found her man.
Kendra was so profoundly grateful to have found her mate, she thought a tear might have escaped her eye. But before she could be sure, Cyrus pulled her near, and she leaned in toward him, his lips brushing against hers. It was just their lips at first, soft, sensual, and then she explored his mouth with her tongue. The feeling was fresh, electric. Cyrus dropped a hand down her back, and she felt it once more. That tingle down below. Her heat. My gosh, she wanted him. But there was a difference. She didn’t just want him in bed. She wanted him forever. It was like a transformation had occurred somewhere deep inside of her. He made her feel free. Like a summer day. Like dancing.
Shit. Dancing.
She pulled away.
“What’s wrong?”
“I promised Charlize I’d do a 3 PM set.”
A cloud passed over Cyrus’s face. He checked his watch. Was it concern over the time? Or was it more than that?
“You don’t want me to dance, do you?” Kendra said.
“Do you want to dance?” Cyrus asked.
“Well, I said I would and I really don’t want to let Charlize down.”
“Then I want you to do what you need to do.”
“But does it make you uncomfortable?”
Cyrus laughed. “I’d be lying if I told you the idea of you dancing for strangers doesn’t make my tiger bristle.”
“But…”
“But you made a commitment. And though I may have a lot of faults, I understand the meaning of that word.”
“Are you sure?” Kendra asked.
“Baby, seeing you up there makes my tiger hot as hell. Hot and, okay, I’ll admit it, a little jealous too. Because I want you for me. I want you to be mine. But I’ve got a human side too. And my human side, my rational side, even though it gets just as jealous, knows that one little pole dance isn’t going to change what we have. Bottom line, I think both my human and my tiger can endure the jealousy.”
“Are you positive?” Kendra asked.
“No,” Cyrus smiled. “But I’m as sure as I’m going to get.” He kissed her gently on the lips. “So let’s get you to the club before I change my mind.”
Chapter Seven
Kendra practically sat in Cyrus’s lap as he drove, her hand in his. Something about his being so understanding, his broad chest, and his easy smile, made her all gooey on the inside. And it wasn’t just her heat. That was part of it, of course, and leaning into him like she was, stoked her inner fire, but it was much more than that, and she intended to show him exactly how she felt. With a dance. A very special
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