job.” She shook her head. “I still can’t believe I backed into your truck like that.”
He chuckled. “If you could have seen your face, sweetheart.”
“Glad you found it amusing.”
“Why don’t we celebrate?”
“What?” Dee slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and tilted her head. “Backing into your truck?”
“Taming Imp. Your ankle being better.” He reached around her to catch one wrist, easing her hand from her pocket and clasping it. His touch electrified her through every nerve ending in her body.
“Dinner, tomorrow,” he murmured. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
She swallowed. “As friends?”
“Whatever you say.” Jake smiled and squeezed her hand. “How’s Mexican food sound?”
“All right.” Dee pulled her hand away from his, afraid he’d feel her trembling. She made her tone light and teasing. “Don’t be late, cowboy. I’ll be hungry.”
He gave her that sinful grin that turned her inside out. “I’m already starving.”
* * * * *
Jake’s gut clenched as he drove the last mile between his office and Dee’s door. He’d spent the day tracking down leads on the rustlers, but they just kept dead-ending, frustrating the hell out of him.
When Jake had called Jarrod Savage, the sheriff had been out of the office, and Jake had ended up talking with Deputy Ryan Forrester instead. Forrester had been the cowboy Dee had danced with that night at the rodeo dance when she had ended up with a twisted ankle. Just the thought of another man with his arms around Dee was enough to make Jake want to kick the man’s ass.
As far as the phone call, Forrester hadn’t been much help. The deputy was far too relaxed about the whole rustling situation.
Jake parked in front of Dee’s house wondering if any of the local ranchers could be involved. Or was this strictly an outside job?
Whatever the answer, he couldn’t give it any more thought. For the moment, his mind needed one thing and one thing only.
After a deep, slow breath, he got out of his truck, headed up the steps and knocked on Dee’s door. His throat tightened, and he realized he was nervous. Nervous. It was his first real ‘date’ with her since he’d moved back to Douglas, and he didn’t want to blow it.
The past two weeks had been hell, forcing himself to keep his distance from Dee. He intended to take things slow and easy this time. Give their relationship a chance to grow, and give her a chance to trust him again.
But when the door opened and he saw Dee, every shred of his good intentions vanished, replaced by raging desire. He clenched his hands and swallowed real hard.
Dee smiled, her green eyes wide. She’d piled her auburn hair on top of her head in a sexy style that made her look like she’d just gotten out of bed after a day of fucking. The tiny black dress she wore only reached mid-thigh, revealing her long sexy legs.
Legs he wanted to have clamped tight around him as he thrust his cock into her wet core. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and taking her now.
As though she could read his thoughts, Dee sighed and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
The woman had no mercy.
He reached up and hooked his finger under one of the delicate straps securing her dress. “God, but you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
Dee’s smile was seductive. “You sure clean up nice.”
Her hand went to that sensitive spot at the base of her throat. His gaze followed, then dropped to the generous amount of exposed cleavage. Her nipples peaked below the thin material, and he had to force himself not to let his hand wander from her shoulder to her breasts.
“Just a sec.” Her voice was low and husky as she drew away from his touch. “Let me get my purse.”
When she walked to the kitchen, he just about groaned out loud at the sight of her sheer black stockings hugging her shapely legs. A line ran down the back of each stocking—stockings that should be outlawed for
He chuckled. “If you could have seen your face, sweetheart.”
“Glad you found it amusing.”
“Why don’t we celebrate?”
“What?” Dee slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and tilted her head. “Backing into your truck?”
“Taming Imp. Your ankle being better.” He reached around her to catch one wrist, easing her hand from her pocket and clasping it. His touch electrified her through every nerve ending in her body.
“Dinner, tomorrow,” he murmured. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
She swallowed. “As friends?”
“Whatever you say.” Jake smiled and squeezed her hand. “How’s Mexican food sound?”
“All right.” Dee pulled her hand away from his, afraid he’d feel her trembling. She made her tone light and teasing. “Don’t be late, cowboy. I’ll be hungry.”
He gave her that sinful grin that turned her inside out. “I’m already starving.”
* * * * *
Jake’s gut clenched as he drove the last mile between his office and Dee’s door. He’d spent the day tracking down leads on the rustlers, but they just kept dead-ending, frustrating the hell out of him.
When Jake had called Jarrod Savage, the sheriff had been out of the office, and Jake had ended up talking with Deputy Ryan Forrester instead. Forrester had been the cowboy Dee had danced with that night at the rodeo dance when she had ended up with a twisted ankle. Just the thought of another man with his arms around Dee was enough to make Jake want to kick the man’s ass.
As far as the phone call, Forrester hadn’t been much help. The deputy was far too relaxed about the whole rustling situation.
Jake parked in front of Dee’s house wondering if any of the local ranchers could be involved. Or was this strictly an outside job?
Whatever the answer, he couldn’t give it any more thought. For the moment, his mind needed one thing and one thing only.
After a deep, slow breath, he got out of his truck, headed up the steps and knocked on Dee’s door. His throat tightened, and he realized he was nervous. Nervous. It was his first real ‘date’ with her since he’d moved back to Douglas, and he didn’t want to blow it.
The past two weeks had been hell, forcing himself to keep his distance from Dee. He intended to take things slow and easy this time. Give their relationship a chance to grow, and give her a chance to trust him again.
But when the door opened and he saw Dee, every shred of his good intentions vanished, replaced by raging desire. He clenched his hands and swallowed real hard.
Dee smiled, her green eyes wide. She’d piled her auburn hair on top of her head in a sexy style that made her look like she’d just gotten out of bed after a day of fucking. The tiny black dress she wore only reached mid-thigh, revealing her long sexy legs.
Legs he wanted to have clamped tight around him as he thrust his cock into her wet core. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and taking her now.
As though she could read his thoughts, Dee sighed and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
The woman had no mercy.
He reached up and hooked his finger under one of the delicate straps securing her dress. “God, but you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”
Dee’s smile was seductive. “You sure clean up nice.”
Her hand went to that sensitive spot at the base of her throat. His gaze followed, then dropped to the generous amount of exposed cleavage. Her nipples peaked below the thin material, and he had to force himself not to let his hand wander from her shoulder to her breasts.
“Just a sec.” Her voice was low and husky as she drew away from his touch. “Let me get my purse.”
When she walked to the kitchen, he just about groaned out loud at the sight of her sheer black stockings hugging her shapely legs. A line ran down the back of each stocking—stockings that should be outlawed for
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