Devil in Texass(3)

world. And then some.

A thought that made her nearly melt right off her stool. That little tickle along her clit suddenly felt more like an electrical zap from two exposed wires. A much-needed

jolt that jumpstarted her long-lost desire.

“What kind of beer?” he asked, his dark eyebrow lifting as if his question was a

challenge.

“Light,” she lobbed back.

His brow crooked further and she realized he wanted a brand name. Clearly a

challenge. He obviously knew she was out of her element. Scanning the colorful taps lining the back wall of the bar, she didn’t recognize a single one.

“Whatever’s coldest will do.”

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Devil in Texas

Returning the wineglass to its rack overhead, he turned away to pour the beer.

Elizabeth lost all train of thought as she stared at her idea of “local flavor”—that being the bartender’s very nice ass. High and tight and looking so sinfully delicious in his faded Levi’s, she had the insane urge to bite a cheek!

Surely, Levi Strauss & Co. had a man like this in mind when they’d created 501s.

Hell, the Devil in Blue Jeans may as well have been the one to form the mold.

To be fair, the bulge in front was equally impressive. She commended herself for

noticing before he’d moved away. She might help herself get laid after all.

Speaking over one impossibly broad shoulder, he said, “I’ve got a pale ale on tap, if you’re interested.”

Oh she was interested all right!

“That’ll do nicely,” she replied, though it really didn’t matter what he poured.

She’d just found the crown jewels of the never-ending cowboy kingdom that was Texas!

Now, what to do with him…

Her very first wicked grin teased her lips at the endless possibilities suddenly

running rampant through her mind. Visions of naked limbs tangled together and body

parts joined flashed in her head. Her moans of ecstasy mingled with his groans of

pleasure. Oh yes… He was definitely a delicacy she wanted to sample!

The Devil returned and set the frost-covered pilsner in front of her. She eyed the

half-inch of frothy head and the small slivers of ice that slid down the outside of the glass, suddenly realizing how hot she was. And the reason for her escalating internal temperature had nothing to do with being down south in the middle of summer.

She shifted on her stool, feeling uncomfortable in a sexy, tingly way. The

bartender’s half-assed grin and the sensual gleam in his ultra-blue eyes, which were

fringed by sooty lashes, did the most titillating things to her inner thighs. A sizzling sensation mingled with the slightest quivering of her flesh, as though his fingers had just skimmed over that highly sensitive part of her body. Making her even hotter.

As she reached for the cold glass, the sexy cowboy asked, “So how about that

shot?”

“What about it?” She’d forgotten that part of her drink order, because she was

totally lost in thought over how her body responded to him. Savoring how her body responded to him.

“What kind of shot do you want, darlin’?” The glimmer in his eyes told her he

found her amusing. The slow, easy tipping of his full mouth was as sinful-looking as his perfect ass. When his grin deepened, a sigh-worthy dimple made the left cheek up top

as appealing as the one she wanted to take a nip at.

People magazine could call off their search for the Sexiest Man Alive. She’d found him in Hill Country. He was a tall, cool glass of water at the end of a twenty-mile trek through the desert…and this girl was parched!

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Taking another sip to douse the flames flickering at every erogenous zone she

hadn’t even known she possessed—because no one had ever bothered to help her

discover them—Elizabeth waded through the lust-induced haze clouding her mind.

Searching for an impressive liquor selection, she recalled her father’s tequila

preference. “Make it Patrón.” Her voice still sounded as breathless as she felt, not

helping her plight to appear calm and collected.

The Devil either didn’t know what to make of her selection or her Marilyn Monroe

tone. He studied her a moment longer as though trying to figure her out. His gaze

swept over her in a slow, almost predatory way that once again made her thighs ignite.

His roving eyes halted at the deep vee in the bodice of her clingy dress. The neckline dipped low and there was plenty of cleavage front and center for his viewing pleasure.

Good call on the dress, girlfriend. The push-up pads were clearly a worthwhile investment as well. Though, she wouldn’t be surprised if her rock-hard nipples tented the flimsy material of her bra and dress.

When the Devil’s gaze returned to her face, there was no missing the heated interest

that flared again in the deep blue irises she’d dream about for weeks to come. Global warming had nothing on this guy. He could single-handedly melt the glaciers of

Antarctica with his ultra-hot gaze.

Finally tearing his eyes from her, he reached for a bottle, filling the glass he’d just cleaned. “Shaker of salt an’ a slice of lime,” he said as he served up both with her shot.

His voice was a bit rougher this time. As though his visual assessment of her

generated the same excitement she’d experienced when she’d sized him up earlier. The

same excitement that continued to course through every inch of her, keeping her super-charged from head to toe. She wondered if his cock responded to her as quickly and

easily as her cunt reacted to every flirtatious gaze he shot her way. Hard to tell when he stepped closer to the bar, effectively concealing that part of his body.

But his strained tone was a good indication she turned him on. That rough voice

was just as sexy as the playful one and she mentally recorded both for future fantasy usage. If she didn’t succeed in hooking up with him this evening, at least she could

conjure the image of his hotter than hell body and the sound of his erotically stirring voice to relieve some tension and get her through the night. He wouldn’t be whispering sweet nothings in her ear, either. No, siree. When she fantasized about this man, he’d be talking dirty to her.

Considering how aroused she was, a few naughty suggestions coming from him

would have her coming in a flash.

With slightly shaky fingers, she sprinkled salt on her hand, then reached for the

lime he’d provided, speared by a red plastic sword, the hilt and tip balancing on the rim of the shot glass. He stepped away as she contemplated the liquor while still thinking about that hot and sweaty sex she was dying to have.