Free Black Hills Angel (Black Hills Series) by A.C. Wilson

them where it would. Matt felt like he was on fire. His clothing a hindrance as nothing else could be. Hell his conscience didn't even speak loud enough for him to heed its warning!
    Andy didn't seem at all self-conscious as she scooted closer to him. They met in the middle of a truck cab that was swiftly seeming smaller by the minute. Her breasts were pressed up against his shirt front, her fingers unbuttoning some of the snaps. Her slender fingers slid through the opening and across his chest branding him as hers. He broke from their kiss, gasping for a cooling breath. If this didn't simmer down, he was going to combust right there in his own truck!
    He leaned back into her kiss, softening and gently teasing. She responded in kind. All too soon she pulled her hand from his chest and he groaned at the lost connection. Still he knew it was for the best. Both of them were breathing hard, chests heaving from restrained exertion. Her cheeks were flush and her eyes fairly sparkled with delight. A slight haze still hung as a veil over those amazing green eyes.
    "My God you are just about the sexiest woman alive, Andy!" His voice was soft, the edges sex-roughened. Her lashes shaded her eyes and she looked down at her hand on his thigh. The thought tensed his muscle underneath the denim.
    "You're pretty special too, Matt." Her voice was small, unobtrusive in a concerning way. He wasn't sure if now was the time to address it though. He hated to shatter the silken webbing that had attached itself to this moment. He didn't want those questions to undermine the value of knowing how connected they were.
    "We should probably go eat. I know I'm starving now." He chuckled as it pulled a grin from Andy. She finally raised her eyes to his and nodded in agreement. Casually they tried to put themselves back to rights. Matt couldn't quite button up his shirt again without feeling the loss of her hands on his chest. Things had moved progressively faster than he had anticipated. Buckling their seatbelts, he started up the truck. Reaching across the seat to hold Andy's hand again, they pulled out of the parking space and headed for The Firehouse.

Chapter Seven
     
    The Firehouse Brewing Company was a buzzing hive of local activity. The imposing red brick building had been Rapid City's first firehouse in 1915. Now a thriving restaurant, theater, and microbrewery, The Firehouse welcomed both locals and tourists alike. Andy was in awe as she walked into the building brilliantly lit. Boasting polished ceiling tiles and walls adorned with a very large firefighting collection of gear, insignia and transportation. A portion of the restaurant shared The Firehouse's brewing processes seen through glass windows. It was really rather fascinating! She absorbed it all.
    "Will this table be ok?" The hostess asked in a professional, yet friendly voice. Matt looked at Andy and it was a moment before she noticed. Hastily Andy nodded her head with a smile.
    "This is amazing! I am so happy you brought me here." She sat in the chair Matt had gallantly pulled out for her and he assumed the one across the table. She made a show of taking it all in with wide-eyed wonder. Her senses were all focused on the oh-so-handsome man just across the table.
    "It is one of my favorites. It seems like every time I come, I find something I didn't see before." Matt wasn't looking at the walls. She could feel his direct gaze hot on her face. Oh dear me! She wondered how she was going to make it through the next few minutes without hauling him from the building!
    "I can see why. I like the idea of live music. Oh, there's live theatre too? Wow!" Now she was rambling. It seemed as the thoughts came to her mind, they came out her mouth without filtering. Andy tried to avoid his eyes. He was on to her and she wasn't sure she could share the information with him tonight, maybe not ever. Swallowing hard, she tried to slow her hammering heart.
    "They also create and serve some of the finest