Page 45 of Cowboy Devil's Embrace

Squaring my shoulders, I turned the brass knob and opened the damn thing.

But I wasn’t prepared for the thousand watt grin that greeted me, or the devilishly handsome man to whom it belonged.

Holy. Hell.

I felt that smile in my knees, and yes, they went a little bit weak.

He’d been hot in his work clothes at the bakery the other night. But dressed in clean dark jeans and a tight black t-shirt, the man looked like a magazine ad.

Get your tongue back in your mouth and say something, Penelope.

“Hi,” I murmured, and his eyes raked over me, pausing on the curve of my breasts.

“Hey there, Sugar. You wear that dress for me?” he asked and stepped closer.

Oddly enough, I felt compelled to reply. So I nodded.

“You look nice. Real nice,” he whispered.

The temperature seemed to skyrocket. I needed to do something before I could do something really dumb, like throw myself at him and beg him to take me right there in the foyer.

“So, you ready, cowboy? Or did you want to stare at my cleavage some more?”?

“Do I have to pick one? I am pretty sure I can be ready and stare at your fantastic tits at the same time,” he replied easily.

My mouth dropped open.

Should I thank him for the weird compliment?

I shook my head.

“So, you’re a multi-tasker. Who’d a thunk it?” I sassed back.

“Sugarplum, when I get to multi-tasking, you’ll know,” he told me with a rumbling growl and a slow wink that had me wondering if maybe panties were overrated on a first date.

He took my hand in his, and I noted the size difference with pleasure. I was short, but I was very conscious of my width.

Next to Max, I felt positively petite.

“Keys?” he murmured, and I frowned not understanding what he meant until he reached for the keys I held in my hand.

Max locked the door for me and handed them back before recapturing my hand in his and leading me to his truck.

“Um, this is kind of high,” I murmured when he opened the passenger door.

The chirp of insects was hushed in the background and a breeze had my dress swirling about my ankles. The air felt charged with something, or maybe that was just the electricity between us.

I tried to ignore it. Focusing on his truck, instead. It was huge, and there was no running board.

Even with my flowy skirt, it was going to be awkward trying to climb inside.

“Ooh!” I yelped the second I felt his big hands close around my waist.

He was undoubtedly feeling my softer than average belly, but the way he pressed his hard body against my backside,and I really meant hard, I knew he didn’t mind.

Oh my God.

“Th-thank you,” I whispered, mouth suddenly dry.

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