Free Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lea Kinkade Page A

times when they danced last night. She felt sexy and wanton to know that she affected him just as much as he affected her.
    After two slow songs, the DJ started to play some rocking country songs and the dance floor filled with single women and couples alike as they all did the bump and grind to the thumping music. Ryan took Samantha’s hand and led her back to the table. Being so close to the music, they couldn’t really talk, so they sat at their table, holding hands and swaying to the music as they drank their drinks.
    Ryan nursed his beer and Samantha ordered another shot of Jameson for courage. She was still sipping on her Diet Coke. When another set of slow songs came on, Ryan got up from his chair and pulled her onto the dance floor. They swayed back and forth to “Who Are You When I’m Not Looking” by Blake Shelton and danced to another slow song right afterward. When the DJ put on “I Got A Feelin’” they laughed a little, remembering Ryan’s question to Samantha the last time they had danced to this song. Samantha was beginning to think of it as their song.
    Samantha and Ryan swayed together in the middle of the dance floor. As the DJ increased the tempo once again, they stayed on the floor for a good half hour and then returned to their seats, laughing at nothing. They alternated the next couple of hours with dancing and sitting and holding hands until about midnight when Ryan leaned in close to her ear. “Do you want to go someplace quieter, darlin’?”
    Suddenly nervous, Samantha simply nodded her head. Holding her hand, Ryan led her up to the bar and asked the bartender for Samantha’s purse and then handed it to her.
    Waving at his brother Ryder, who was working behind the bar, Ryan led her out the front door into the warm night air. They walked quickly to Ryan’s truck where he handed her up into her seat and she buckled the seat belt. Climbing in beside her, Ryan started the truck and said, “I could have danced with you all night, darlin’, but we couldn’t talk in there. Is it okay if we go back to your place?”
    “Sure, let’s go back to my place.” They made the trip in silence and, once he was parked, he made his way around the front of the truck and helped her down. As they entered the apartment, Samantha turned on the overhead light and put her purse on the table. Still nervous, she mumbled something about making coffee and headed into the kitchen. As she fumbled her way through making a pot of coffee, she could feel Ryan watching her and waiting. She knew he had felt her nipples stabbing at him through their shirts and would know that she had been as aroused as he had been.
    He prowled around the family room, making light conversation and watching her like he was ready to pounce. She finally entered the family room with two cups of coffee, set them on the coffee table in front of the love seat, and sat down. Instead of sitting on the couch where she expected him to sit, he sat next to her on the love seat. As she busied herself with stirring her coffee, he moved in closer to her, ignoring his own cup. Setting down her coffee cup, she turned to him.
    As she turned toward him, Samantha was surprised to find his mouth right there. He slowly bent his head and took her lips in a passionate kiss. His lips moved over hers, and his tongue insistently sought entrance to her mouth. Moaning softly, she granted his unspoken request and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and something else she couldn’t name.
    His arms came around her and pulled her body into his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she could feel his hard cock against her hip. He gently pushed her back against the cushion and leaned over her. Samantha’s hands grabbed his biceps. Angling his mouth, he took the kiss deeper, demanding a response from her. Samantha tentatively met his tongue with her own. He groaned deeply and pressed their bodies more tightly together,