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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