Change Rein by Anne Jolin Blog Tour – June 29th

After helping her up onto the tailgate, I

grab the wine and two glasses. When I join her in the bed of the truck, I pour

us each a cup and then lift my glass up to hers for a toast.

“Here’s to first dates.”

After clinking her cup with mine, she

takes a delicate sip, and the rumble in my chest comes unexpectedly as she

swallows the wine.

As if on cue, the radio changes, and the

first twangs of Jackson Young’s “If It Ain’t Too Much To Ask” drift out across

the lake.

After we set our cups down on the edge of

the truck bed, her arms wrap around my neck. My palm splays over her lower back

as I tuck the sweetness of her body against mine.

“You makin’ it a habit of wooing me with

your dancin’ skills, cowboy?” She laughs, and the way it mixes with the song

has to be the most heavenly thing I’ve ever heard.

My cheek brushes hers as we dance closer.

“That depends.”

“On?” Her breath whispers against my ear.

“If it’s working or not.”

She laughs again, and with God as my

witness, I’m a lucky bastard to be holding her right now. “It might be,” she

teases.

Her body was made for mine. Pressed

together, we’re even more perfect. Strawberry wine dousing our inhibitions in

wild desire.

The chorus to the song is coming up, and

knowing I don’t suck at least half as much as she does, I sing softly into her

ear, albeit still out of tune. She joins me, singing adorably off tune into my

ear. “I know it ain’t an easy life,

people can tell you that”—She hums along, folding her body closer around

mine—“but to ask for a little bit, just a

little bit back, If it ain’t too much to ask..”

“If

it ain’t too much to ask,” her voice sings adorably

off tune into my ear.

I chuckle, and she reaches down to elbow

me in the side before her eyes find mine once again.

“If

it ain’t too much to ask, cowboy…I could really go for that kiss right about

now.” She tries to sing along with the song,

but by adding her own words, she fails miserably.

But it’s the thought that counts.

Do I hate that she felt she had to ask for

it? Bet your ass I do. Will it stop

me from giving her what she wants? Not a

chance in hell.

Tipping my invisible cowboy hat towards

her with one hand, I put the other in the hair at the base of her neck.

“Nothing you ask will ever be too much, London.” With that, I give in to the

greatest temptation I’ve ever had and every desire I’ve ever dreamed of.

It’s only with unique restraint that I’m

able to keep my lips from fully crashing down onto hers. Instead, I take her

softly, certain I’ve died and gone to heaven at the first taste of her. When

she whimpers, the greed in me takes the opportunity to slip my tongue into her

mouth, claiming all she’ll give me. Her hands pull at the base of my neck,

desperate to have me closer as the heat in our kiss grows deeper as the song

comes to a close.

After breaking apart, I rest my forehead

on hers, running my thumb across her bottom lip. Then I sing the very last

line, holding her close.

I kissed the prettiest girl I’ve every

laid eyes on while dancing on the tailgate of my truck in the middle of

nowhere, and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Guaranteed.