Free Texas Twist (Texas Montgomery Mavericks) by Cynthia D’Alba Page A

enough composure to just nod and not throw herself at him as an answer.
    It was a slow dance…a really slow, really long dance. She was positive he could feel her heart kicking like a bronco against his chest when he held her close. She pressed against his hard body…all her soft places seeming to fit perfectly with his hard ones. His thick thighs rubbed hers, almost sending her to her knees.
    Her mouth fit just below his ear. She licked his ear lobe and followed that by nuzzling her nose against his neck and moving her mouth back to his ear.
    “Know what I want for my birthday, cowboy?” she whispered.
    He chuckled, his warm breath blowing in her ear and down her neck. “Yes, I know.”
    Shivering in response, she pulled her arm from around his neck and slipped it between their bodies. There she tugged on his new silver buckle. His lips curled upward on the skin of her neck, followed by a sigh.
    “I know. My buckle.”
    “Then you’d be wrong. It’s not the buckle I want. It’s what below.”
    He stilled even though the music was still playing.
    “You heard me right, Cash. I want you. I want you to make love to me.”
    “Paige, honey—”
    “No,” she whispered back. “You want it too. I felt it in your kiss this morning.”
    “I’ve been drinking.”
    “I haven’t. Are you drunk?”
    “No, but—”
    “I know what I’m doing, what I want.”
    He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
    She wanted to pump her fist in the air in victory. But she maintained a grown-up facial expression—although she wasn’t sure if she really did or if her smile told all. “I’m sure.”
    He nodded and took her hand. Without a word to anyone else, they left and headed back to her small trailer, the one her parents had given her when she’d finished high school at age seventeen.
    They drove separate trucks back to the camp ground and Cash parked his near his campsite. When he got out, he stood still for a minute, and she feared he’d changed his mind during the drive back. But when she waved at him, he came to her.
    What she remembered was the vision of a warrior storming across the park toward her. The moon at his back. The incredible breadth and strength in his shoulders as he neared. A confident strut to his stride. He was everything she wanted. Everything she’d ever wanted since she’d first laid eyes on him at age fourteen.
    He followed her into her small living area. As soon as the door shut, he backed her against it, trapping her between his hard body and an equally hard door. Sexual voltage ricocheted through her. As soon as his lips touched hers, she opened her mouth, giving him access. He licked and drank from her, swirled and dipped and stroked with his tongue, rubbed his cock against her stomach, and she responded with a low moan into his mouth.
    She slipped her hand between them like she had on the dance floor, but this time she didn’t bother with the buckle. Who cared about a buckle when he had something she wanted so much more. She grasped his rigid length through his jeans, rippling her fingers up and down.
    He broke the kiss long enough to jerk her top over her head. He moved his mouth to her breast and captured her flesh through her lace bra. She arched into his kiss. His hot breath and talented tongue drew her nipple to painfully erect within seconds. Closing his teeth around the tip, he nibbled and licked until she was crazy with desire.
    He skated his hands down her body until he held both globes of her ass in his palms. He squeezed her flesh at the same time he bit down on her nipple. She groaned. She’d had no idea sensations like these existed.
    Cool air had chill bumps rising on her thighs as he pushed her skirt to her waist. She ground her thong-covered mons on his stiff shaft, her sex throbbing with a demanding need.
    He stroked his hands down to the back of her thighs. His biceps bulged when he hoisted her up against her door as though she