Free Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 by Cynthia D’Alba Page B

would happen. He hadn’t said anything that would give any indication that he wanted more than just these two weeks. And she’d been tuned in, listening to his every word, trying to find hidden meanings in every statement, look and touch.
    She was terrified to tell him how she felt about him, even scarier was how long she’d felt that way. He’d been an integral member of the Montgomery family forever. He and her cousin Travis had been like brothers. She thought Travis probably shared more confidences with Drake than his own brothers. The last thing she’d want was to do anything that might make him feel uncomfortable around the family or worse, drive him totally away.
    As hard as it was, she would keep her mouth shut and not go all emotional crazy around Drake. And as much as she wanted to be in the driver’s seat, she’d already put herself out there declaring this would be a vacation of sex. How much more obvious did she have to be? In her world, women did not have sex with men they weren’t attracted to. He had to know that. So she’d wait for him to put into words the messages she inferred by his actions. Until then, she’d let her kisses and touches speak for her.
    The sex at night, and many times during the day, was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Always hot. Always erotic. And it always left her sated but wanting more. She wasn’t sure if it was because Drake was overly talented in love-making or because of the deep feelings she had for him. Man or emotion? She didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she did know was that she’d give anything to have this for the rest of her life.
    Oral sex wasn’t a new activity for her, but for some reason, giving Drake head brought out the naughty girl in her. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t lick, taste and touch if it gave him pleasure. She feared nothing except this being a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
    They spent most of their time together but not all. When she wasn’t with him, she was thinking about him. He was funny and smart and without a doubt the most gifted lover she’d ever known…and maybe would ever know.
    No matter how much she scolded herself, or chastised her foolishness, her infatuation had grown. She’d fallen in love with him. Head over heels, a forever-and-ever kind of love and no amount of fighting the ballooning attraction stemmed its growth.
    She hadn’t asked for anything beyond this time together because she was afraid of his answer. If she confessed her feelings or asked for more and he said no, the rejection would simply kill her.
    No, she had to accept what she had…the here and now. Some people went through their whole lives and never knew what love felt like. Now she did. It was wonderful, glorious and painful.
    When he left her, and he would if his lack of talking about the future was any indication, she’d survive. It’d hurt, but she’d survive. The best thing she could do for herself was live in the moment, love to her fullest and go home with memories to last a lifetime.
    A couple of times she’d awakened and just watched him sleep. His strong, square jaw. His long lashes splayed on his cheeks. The early morning scruff on his face. His lips, pink and full, looking so kissable. Heaven help her, he was as handsome asleep as he was awake.
    A couple of days before they were scheduled to leave, she came back from the spa and found him on the patio, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in. After her hour-long chocolate massage, she was overcooked-noodle relaxed.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck from the back. “Hey. What’s shaking?”
    He dropped his head back. “Hmm. You smell great. Kiss me.”
    Grinning, she leaned down and brushed his lips.
    “More,” he ordered. “Or you won’t get your surprise.”
    “A surprise? For me?” She started to pull her arms back so she could look for her surprise, but he grabbed her elbows.
    “Not ’til you give me a good kiss.”
    She smiled and leaned forward.