His dick pummeled at his zipper as he imagined her sliding them
on earlier then attaching the garters to what must be a lace edge. He
looked into her eyes and saw that she must’ve heard the sound he’d
made because her cheeks were a pretty shade of pink now. “Is this all
right to go out to The Dancing Pony, Ash? Did I overdress?”
No, but I can’t wait to see what’s under that dress. “You’re
perfect, trust me.”
Totally fucking perfect. He took her leather coat from her and
held it while she slipped her arms into the black, buttery-soft leather
then tied the belt at the waist. “I’ll follow you home, and then you can
ride me to the club—I mean ride with me to the club. Everybody is
supposed to be up there tonight.”
She looked up at him and giggled softly. Stopping her as she
reached for the door handle, Ash crushed her to him, pressing his lips
to hers in a sultry kiss. She felt so good against his chest, and she
must have agreed, judging by her sexy moan.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding the back of her head
firmly but gently as his tongue swept through the silky recesses of her
mouth. She tasted spicy, like cinnamon. Her hands slid slowly around
his waist, holding tightly to him.
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Her scent filled his nostrils and made his pulse throb. Everywhere.
She smelled good, like flowers, shampoo, and woman. His woman.
He loosened his grip and looked down at her when she let loose an
alluring, earthy-sounding chuckle.
“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me, big
boy?”
Ash chuckled with her and replied, “Oh, I’m packing all right, and
I’m damned glad to see you, darlin’. I missed you.” He kissed her
again, brushing her lower lips with his in a light caress.
He couldn’t wait to get her on the dance floor. He wished now
he’d wrapped his arms around her before he’d helped her with her
jacket so that he could feel her supple curves under his hands and
against his body.
“Let’s get you out to your car, pretty lady,” he said as he put his
arm around her and pushed open the door for her, shielding her from
the wind as she locked the deadbolt again from the outside. He
ushered her quickly to her car, which was parked near his pickup.
Following her to her house, he turned on his windshield wipers as
a light rain began to fall. She locked up her car then took the hand he
offered as she came to him.
He smiled at her as he pulled open the passenger door and lifted
her into the pickup.
He secretly loved the light squealing sound she made, and the feel
of her in his arms. After closing her door, he ran around the front of
the pickup and climbed in the driver’s side door
“Ash? Are you sure I’m not overdressed? I bought some other
clothing today, and I could change really quickly. I might fit in better
with you. I like you dressed up in your cowboy hat, boots, and jeans,”
she said as she plucked at the crease of his freshly pressed navy
sleeve. “You look sharp. I could change to…match you.”
Ash smiled up at her as he reached over and rested his hand on her
curvaceous thigh.
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“Darlin’, I wouldn’t change a thing about you. I’m not at all
worried about whether we match. Every bachelor in The Dancing
Pony will be drooling all over you, and I’m prouder than hell to have
you walk in on my arm and have everyone know that you’re there
with me. I think the way you’re dressed is perfect. I especially like
you in those damn sexy high heels.”
She blushed for him and kissed him again.
“Is that sleet?” she asked, leaning forward to look at the light rain
falling in front of the street lights as he backed out of her driveway.
“I think it is, darlin’. Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” He
patted her thigh and squeezed gently, smiling when she placed her
delicate hand over his and held it in place there.
Once they arrived at The Dancing Pony, he was glad they’d left
her vehicle at home because she would’ve had to park way out in
Timbuktu like he did. After setting the security system, he lifted her
from the truck and carried her to the asphalt so she wouldn’t have to
walk in the frozen, wet grass in her heels.
His mom would’ve been proud of him for thinking of that.
Watching for icy patches, he wrapped his arm around her and
escorted her up to the door of The Dancing Pony. After they were
inside, he helped her slip off her jacket as they waited for the group in
front of them to disperse into the club.
She waved at Rachel Wolf as they got closer. Rachel left her seat