Free Texas Two Step: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 1 by Cynthia D’Alba

a cattle ranch in Wyoming, delaying him long enough for Tony to make his move. By the time Mitch could politely excuse himself from the woman’s clutches, he found Olivia on the dance floor in Tony’s arms. Mitch’s hands rolled into fists of annoyance as Tony swept Olivia around the room in a grand gesture, then dipped her low to the floor, his mouth mere inches from hers. The edges of Mitch’s vision reddened with rage. He snatched a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and downed it in one gulp. The cold liquid did nothing to cool him.
    After that dance, every attempt to locate Olivia met with failure and a growing frustration. Either she was on the dance floor in the arms of another man, or another wedding guest intercepted him and wanted to talk.
    Reining in his impatient nature—and his jealousy—he talked and smiled and drank, all the while keeping Olivia within his sights. Whether she was in his immediate area or not, she was planted firmly with one goal in his mind. He wanted her back in his bed, the sooner the better.
    As music faded from one song and the DJ transitioned into the next, he spotted Olivia making a hasty retreat from her dance partner. When she headed for the bar, Mitch decided he’d had his fill of champagne and followed in her wake.
    “I’ll have a beer,” he said to the bartender. “Whatever you’ve got in a bottle will be fine.”
    “Good thing you’re not driving tonight,” Olivia said, rolling a cold bottle of water over the back of her neck.
    Mitch turned toward her and arched an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
    Olivia intercepted the hand-off of the beer from the bartender. “I’m not sure mixing champagne and beer is a wise idea. However, I’ve been too busy to drink. I’m parched. This looks wonderful. Mind?” She took a long swallow from the dewy bottle and sighed. “Just what I needed.” She fanned her face with her hand and added, “All the dancing, you know.”
    He took the bottle from her and set it on the bar. “I know. I saw you. Surely you saved one dance for me?”
    She hesitated.
    The first notes of Tim McGraw and Faith Hill’s “Let’s Make Love” drifted from the speakers.
    As the music filled the room, he smiled and held out his hand. “They’re playing our song.”
    She hesitated a moment longer, then returned his smile with one that rocked him to his toes.
    His blood thickened, forcing his heart to pump the molten lava through his veins.
    “Okay,” she said with sigh. “But only one dance. These shoes are killing my feet.” She took the hand he’d offered and led them onto the dance floor.
    “Darlin’, feel free to take them off…or anything else for that matter.”
    She chuckled then pressed her body against his, draping her arms around his neck. Her luscious breasts flattened against his chest. As though sharing one mind, their breathing became synchronized. He looked down into her face, trying unsuccessfully to see into her mind through her eyes.
    He momentarily hesitated. The daily ranch work had left the palms of his hands rough and dry. Would that matter to her? Would his palms snag the soft material of her dress?
    She held his gaze and smiled. “Dancing works better when we both hold on.”
    The corners of his mouth twitched with laughter. He’d missed this woman. He just hadn’t realized how much until this weekend. He wrapped her snugly in his arms and pressed her tight against him, or at least as tight as two people could be in public while still clothed.
    Every cell of his body was aflame with desire. The soft silk of her dress allowed his roughened palms to slide smoothly to the small dip in her lower back. He grew hard against her abdomen. Their bodies fit like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
    They swayed to the music, seemingly unaware of anyone or anything else around them.
    She licked her lower lip, pulling it between her teeth.
    He growled deep in his throat. Angling his head, he kissed her. When she sighed,