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the ring, laughing whenever someone climbed on and
was tossed off on their ass.
    Great. He wants me to get on that
thing?
    “Yes,
I do,” Joel said. “Climb on. You can do it.”
    Joel
went back to pay the operator as she sucked in a ragged breath. I can do this. With Joel watching, it’ll be
much more fun. She grinned as she realized she could totally tease Joel at
the same time. With a sexy swing of her hips, she approached the steel beast.
She stuck her foot into the metal stirrup and swung her leg over the back of
the bull. Adjusting herself toward the handhold, she tucked her dress between
her thighs so she could save what little modesty she possessed, and then
grinned like an idiot. Centered on the bull, she flung her left arm out and
nodded to the operator to start the ride. Once the bull started bucking, she
shifted her body in the sexiest motion she could as she glanced at Joel standing
off to the side. He wolf-whistled, bringing a smile to her lips.
    The
music seemed to roll along her spine with each swing of the bull. Her left arm
snapped back and forth as she rode for the full eight seconds and earned
herself the cowbell ring. When she jumped off the back of the bull, Joel met
her in the middle of the padded ring, swept her up in his arms, and planted a
fat, juicy kiss on her mouth.
    She
lost the ability to think beyond his mouth on hers. Their tongues entwined,
battling from her mouth to his and back. He lifted her up in his arms, holding
her against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
    Moments
later, someone slapped him on the back and they broke apart as the guy jokingly
told him to take it somewhere else.
    She
was so embarrassed she hid her face in his chest while he escorted her outside
the ring. What had gotten into her? She wasn’t the type to be affectionate in
public with anyone. Her ex-boyfriend even mentioned it several times, but here
she stood making out with a guy she barely knew in a bar in his hometown. Good gravy . She’d turned into a regular
slut in this small cowboy town.
    “Don’t
be embarrassed.”
    “I
don’t do these sort of things, Joel.”
    “It’s
okay. Nobody even noticed.”
    She
lifted her face from his chest and caught the dirty looks from the women as
well as the thumbs up from several of the men surrounding them.
    “Okay. So a few noticed.”
    “A
few? If looks could kill, I’d be dead from the dirty
looks the women are giving me, especially Brandy.”
    “Don’t
worry about it. Come on. Let’s dance.” He led her out onto the dance floor, put
her hand on his shoulder, and took her other hand in his. “Now, relax. The step
is called a two-step. You step once, shuffle twice and step again.”
    She
took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on his words as he slowly led her
around the dance floor.
    “You’re doin ’ great.” He touched a
finger under her chin to make her lift her gaze to his. “See? It's not so hard.”
    She
stepped on his toe. “God, I’m sorry.”
    “It’s
okay. It’s happened before. You aren’t the first lady to step on my toes.”
    “I’m
not supposed to, though. You’re such a patient teacher.” His gaze pulled her in
as the music faded out of her conscious thought. She’d never seen eyes the
color of his. Blue like a glacier, or maybe a swimming pool. She could so drown
in his stare. The five o’clock shadow of a beard on his face made him sexier.
Rugged. So fucking hot.
    The
music changed to something slow. A song she recognized. Dustin
Lynch’s Cowboys and Angels . Damn. This is my favorite song. Why does
Joel have to be so gorgeous? Why can’t he be some scraggly old codger who would
be willing to tell her all his cowboy secrets over a cup of coffee? And holy hell, there are three of him! Fuckin ’ A.
    “You
slow dance well,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear.
    “There
isn’t much to it, really. You just shuffle back and forth. I probably won’t
bruise your toes on this one.”
    “We
could always try a