Free The Homespun Holiday by Sarah O'Rourke

before I saw you in that
dress, I was going to take you to the Longhorn.  We’ve got reservations for
7:30.  Now, I’m not so sure.  You… in that dress… looking the way you do right
now… it’s a bar fight waiting to happen,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming with
masculine interest as he watched her turn to face him.  “Damn, you had to go
and add those shoes.  Now I’m positive there’ll be a fight if I take you out.”
    Millie blushed.  “I seriously think
you’re overestimating the male sex’s interest in me, Doc.”
    “And I know you’re
underestimating your own beauty,” Mack countered evenly, watching as she
approached him.  When she was in arm’s reach, he moved quickly, capturing her
hips and pulling her against him.  “I love that there isn’t a conceited bone in
your body, but you need to understand exactly how sexy you are, Millicent.”
    Millie gasped as his hands
tightened on her waist, tugging at her until she was flush against his hard
body, the very stiff proof of his interest in her stabbing into the soft flesh
of her abdomen.  Looking up into his tense face, she was intrigued by the
little muscle jumping in his jaw.  It was as if he was barely hanging onto his
control.
    “You feel that?” he asked, gently
pushing his pelvis against her until she gasped.
    “Y-yes,” she breathed, unable to
break away from his hypnotic gaze.
    “That’s what you did, Millie.  No
one else is here.  Just you.  You’re gorgeous.  Innocent beauty wrapped up in
an achingly sexy shell.”
    “I…you don’t need to say things
like that to me just to make me feel good,” Millie whispered, as her breath
began to pass from her lips in little gusts of air.  
    “I don’t lie, Millicent.  And you
should know by now that I very rarely do anything I don’t want to do.  And I
never say things that I don’t mean, baby.  You’re old enough to be able to
recognize when a man’s truly interested.  But in case you’ve forgotten, I’ll
tell you this much.  A man can’t fake a hard-on, darlin’.  The one I’m packing
right now is all you’re doing.”
    “Oh, boy,” Millie murmured,
exhaling a shaky breath just as his firm lips covered her mouth.  Startled, she
gasped, her lips parting as Mack’s tongue drove forward, plundering her mouth
in a deep, wet kiss.  And, dear Heavenly Father, could that man kiss!  Mack
might not have dated for a while, but he still knew his way around a woman’s
mouth.  He teased her tongue with his, drawing her closer as one of his hands
moved to cup her ass.  Gripping his shoulders, she nestled her body against
his, pressing her mouth harder against his while her nipples pebbled behind the
silk cups of her bra.  Just when she thought her knees would give out on her,
he slowly pulled his lips from hers, staring down at her with glittering eyes.
    “I didn’t mean for that to happen,”
he declared in a voice roughened by passion, “but, I’ll be damned if I say I’m
sorry.  I think that might have been the best kiss I think I’ve ever shared
with a woman.”
    “I know it’s the best kiss I’ve
ever had from a man,” Millie returned breathlessly, silently loving the way he
held her closely to him, cradling her neck with one hand while the other
continued to squeeze her ass.
    Mack smiled at that.  “Good to
know.  But I’m gonna let you go now and you’re gonna take one step back,” he
informed her gently.
    “Why?” Millie asked absently.
    “Because if I don’t, I’m gonna find
the nearest flat surface, lay you down, and take something I’m not sure you’re
ready to give me yet,” he shared honestly, moving his hand to gently run the
back of his fingers over the swell of her cheek.
    “Okay,” Millie affirmed, trembling
slightly as he slowly released her.  Taking a small step back to put a little
distance between them, she inhaled deeply.  “I can’t believe we just…”
    “…kissed?” Mack supplied
helpfully.  “We