Free Whistlin' Dixie (Tempered Steel Book 1) by Maggie Adams

where the hell did that cheesy line come from? “Hey, you put me on the spot. I can’t think straight when you’re standing there all sweet and naked.”
    Dixie blushed. “Much better, but I think you should leave.”
    Mac wasn’t going anywhere. “Come here.” He crooked his finger at her as he took another step.
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    Heavens, she almost did what he commanded , Dixie thought. The sensual web he was weaving around her was pulling her closer to him, closer to the fire. A few more feet and they would be toe to toe. She needed to take a stand. She wasn’t going to make this too easy on him. “No,” she squeaked.
    He nodded his head. “Yes.”
    Dixie turned to run. Too late. He grabbed her around the waist and turned her around to him, hauling her up against his chest. She gasped at the intimate contact of her breasts against his chest. Oh God, she was naked against him! She pushed at his chest.
    “Stop wriggling, you little hellion.” he mumbled as he wrapped his much longer leg around both of hers enveloping her completely with his body. “I came here to apologize for yelling at you today.”
    Dixie looked into those twinkling gray eyes, searching for some clue of his feelings for her. She knew he wanted her, but she didn’t want to be just another woman. She needed to matter. But, on the other hand, these feelings he so easily aroused in her with his simple touch defied anything she had been brought up to think about. Boy and girl meet, fall in love, get married, have babies. No one had bothered to tell her about the feelings of wanting, the physical need consuming her without benefit of vows or even a declaration of love. Was it all just physical? Was there something more? It was all very confusing. She knew one thing for certain though, she didn’t want these feelings to end until she explored a little more. Dixie was lost and she knew it. She didn’t care. His scent, his taste, feeling his desire for her had turned her shyness into wanton abandon. She wanted him.
    Well, you wanted an opportunity to get to know him better. I’d say this is a pretty good one. Just remember to take it slow. Dixie wasn’t listening to her inner voice. She was too busy feeling, exploring all the wonderful sensations that rocked her naked body when she was being held in Mac’s arms. This was just like the last time, only better. Slower. More intense, more exciting . His hard body pressed so closely to her was making her breathless. And hot. He was so warm all over, all hard muscle and tender lips. Surely he was hot too? Maybe he needed to take off his shirt she thought with a smile.
      She pulled at the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin. She whimpered as the shirt refused to budge when she tugged it out of his jeans. Mac was doing incredibly wonderful things to her breasts, cupping one in his big hand and pulling on the turgent peak. He repeated the process with the other breast and she felt the pull in her very core.
    “Please, Mac.” Dixie didn’t know what she was desperate for. She just knew it was there. Just out of reach . She ground her hips against his jeans, loving the roughness against her.
    His mouth hovered over hers, his steel eyes gazed at her questioningly, alight with passion’s promise, but willing to call a halt to what he wanted if she just said the word. “Dixie?” He breathed against her mouth.
    Dixie melted and smiled as she met his gaze. Oh Yes!
    When she silently acknowledged her agreement by shifting closer to him and the flames of desire flicked through his body, Mac knew he was in heaven. He slid his hand around her neck, pulling her up to meet his hungry mouth. His tongue danced with hers as he devoured her.
    He realized Dixie must feel his arousal through his jeans and the friction of cloth against her wiggling belly made him realize that her deepest desire was now simply to get him naked. She gyrated against him, hands fisting in his hair. He tightened his grip on her waist,