“They certainly do.”
Paige’s hands trembled as she lifted the glass to her lips. His libido was screaming as he watched her throat work the liquid down.
Austin was tired of fighting temptation and obsessing over a woman he couldn’t have.
Tired of trying to analyze how one so young and innocent stoked such a savage lust.
Tired of the demand to claim and own her filling his lungs and veins.
One thing he’d never grow tired of was listening to the sound of her voice and her laughter or drinking in the blush staining her cheeks or the way her whole face lit up each time she smiled.
Paige was a threat to his sanity, his livelihood, and to the vow he’d made a decade ago.
“So…do you just sit here all night holding up the bar, or do you dance?”
Her innocent flirting was more intoxicating than all the liquor in the bar.
“Would you like to dance?” The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them. And when Paige flashed a blinding smile, he didn’t want to call them back.
“I’d love to.”
When Austin stood, he realized the couples on the dance floor were meshed together, swaying to a romantic Luke Combs song. Inwardly calling himself everything but a cowboy, he extended his hand. As Paige placed her slender fingers in his palms, arcs of electricity splintered up his arm. Her eyes flashed wide and she sucked in a gasp before she tried to jerk her hand back. Austin simply wrapped his fingers around hers, savored their combined energy humming through his system, and led her to the dance floor.
He was beyond ready to feel her erotic warmth against him again. But when Paige wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her sweet body to his, a potent exhilaration he hadn’t felt the night she sobbed against his chest flooded his system. Tamping down an animalistic roar, he pressed his wide hand to the small of her back, then drew her soft curves against his hard ridges and planes.
Paige fit him so perfectly, it was as if she’d been made for him.
Swaying together to the music, Austin breathed in her spicy vanilla scent, while the heat of her sex, nestled against his cock—now straining like a divining rod—shredded his libido. Desperate to tamp down the flames licking his spine, Austin focused on the music and the lyrics… They say nothing lasts forever, but they ain’t seen us together, or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes.
He’d love to see the moonlight dance in Paige’s eyes.
Warring with the mounting demand to drag her to his truck, haul her home, and tie her to his bed, Austin swallowed tightly.
“You having fun tonight?”
“I am now that I’m dancing with you.”
“No need for flattery. You were having the time of your life with Cody.”
“Not really. Don’t get me wrong. He’s a nice guy, but I had a whole lot more fun flirting with you.”
“Is that so?”
Paige smiled coyly and nodded.
“Tell me something. Why are you wasting time flirting with me, little girl?”
A tiny frown appeared between her brows, then melted away when she lifted her chin. “To prove to you that I’m not a little girl.”
Maybe not, but I’ll bet money you’re still a virgin.
Holding her prisoner with a dissecting stare, he couldn’t miss the wild flutter at the pulse point on her neck or the little tremor rippling through her. And he certainly couldn’t miss her hard, gumdrop nipples raking his chest or her hot pussy scraping his cock with every sensual sway of her hips.
When his gaze stalled on her lips—all glossy, pouty, and begging to be wrecked—Austin knew one day, soon, he’d demolish her wicked mouth.
Not here.
Not now.
Not because they had an audience—Austin didn’t give two shits they were being watched. He wanted Paige alone when he finally put his mouth on her…everywhere as she helplessly begged for more.
“You’re trying to tell me some lucky man has already made you a woman?”
Guilt swept over her face, but Paige quickly banked it before flashing him a sultry smile. “I’m not as innocent as you think.”
Prove it.
Instead of tossing down the gauntlet, Austin dipped his head and dragged his lips up her neck to the shell of her ear. “That may be, but you’re still too innocent for the dirty things I want to do to you.”
Austin pulled her hips in tighter, aligned his aching crest to her sweltering folds, and discreetly nudged her clit. Her eyes flared and she sucked in a gasp as a tremor shuddered through her.
Christ, she’s more responsive than I imagined.
And he’d imagined a lot over the past two weeks.
A kitten-soft whimper escaped her lips before she dropped her chin and laid her cheek on his chest. He’d proven his point, but there was nothing to celebrate. He’d mentally accused her of playing with fire, but he was skirting too close to the flames as well. In his head, Austin knew the flirtatious game they were playing had disaster written all over it. But his heart, his soul refused to acknowledge that fact.
Suddenly, Paige lifted her head, stared him straight in the eyes, and stealthily rubbed her soft pussy against his cock.
“Wanna bet? I can handle anything you give me, cowboy.” Flashing him a sassy smile, Paige wriggled out of his hold and swayed her sexy ass toward the bar.
Austin was so stunned, he hadn’t realized the song had ended until Colton’s ranch hand, Billy, clapped him on the shoulder.
“Women,” he murmured with a sympathetic grimace. “They’ll fuck with your head if you let ’em.”
“That’s why I don’t let them.”