Free On The Fence (Uninhibited in Apple Trail, Arkansas) by Keri Ford Page B

heart, she just didn’t have a dancing bone in her body no matter how hard she tried or attempted to mirror the girls next to her.
    Mike straightened and cursed under his breath. “Thanks. I’ve got my hands full now.”
    “No, problem.”
    This was not only Drew’s worst night ever, but the start of a worst couple weeks and he didn’t want to lose sight of the little bit of entertainment he had for the evening. Or maybe had. Either way, come morning, it was time to straighten up his act, and help Uncle Riley install a new fence for his cows. Drew’s dad had the mistaken belief that once he proved he knew hard work, then he was ready to take over the company.
    Drew wasn’t sure how in the hell being able to drive hundreds of fence posts in the ground and string barbwire meant he could manage their successful construction company. He’d do it though, to prove he was ready. Just one more step up his dad’s ladder.
    Drew turned back to the bulk of the crowd for the dancer. Their gazes caught again. This time she stilled and stared back. He glanced down her body. Her heaving chest. Flat stomach. Shaped legs and little slipper looking shoes.
    She took a step. He lifted his gaze back up her body, past her fisted hands, straightened shoulders and raised head as she crossed the small bar. Her stare never wavered from his face. As she drew closer, he could see the sweat that had formed on her brow and soaked into her barely covering white tube shirt thing. Her cheeks were flushed. Breath rushed out of her. She stopped before him, dark red hair clung to the sweat on her neck.
    She stared up at him. Hmm. Not just simple brown eyes, so much more than that. Golden and bright and flecked with bits of green. “You’ve been watching me.”
    He shrugged a shoulder. “I have.”
    She pressed her lips together and glanced away for only a second before looking back at him again. “What’s your name?”
    “Drew. Yours?”
    “Nicolette.”
    She didn’t look like a Nicolette. She looked like honey fresh from a hive. “Having fun dancing?”
    Her lips split to a wide grin. “I’ve never danced the night away before.”
    “Ah. That makes sense.” Not really, but she liked the answer, so that was good enough.
    She glanced around and bit her lower lip, kicked at the old concrete floor with her toe, and twiddled with her fingers. He started to ask if she wanted to get out there, but he wasn’t given the chance.
    She grabbed the front of his shirt, tugged him forward, and planted her lips to his. No sooner did their lips touch and the tangy sweetness of what he thought was peach bubble-gum fill his mouth, she pulled away, red-face.
    “I’ve never done that before.” Air gushed from her. “So sorry.” She spun on her heel and started away. Her heat and fire was slipping through his fingers.
    “Not so fast.” He curled his arm around her waist and spun her around and brought her against him. “For your first time, it ought to be done right.”
    ****

    Keri Ford was raised in South Arkansas on a farm surrounded by family, horses, cows, donkeys, ostriches, emus, chickens, ducks, Canadian Geese, and enough dogs one would think they were a pound…and then she bought a
Cosmopolitan
when she was twenty-two. She doesn’t recall the fantastic sex tip that drew her to the magazine, but she vividly remembers reading an excerpt of Christina’s Skye’s
Code Name: Princess
. One elevator scene and quick thought of,
I didn’t know people wrote stuff like this…
and her life would never be the same.

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