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Oh, his voice did things to her.
Things that she wanted to feel over and over.
Swallowing, she heard the slightly desperate sound in her ears. "That's the idea." She smiled at him, her heart pounding in her chest.
Weston lifted up his hand and the waitress stopped by. "Can you pack up one of all the desserts and," he let go of her long enough to pull his wallet out of his back pocket and handed her a hundred, "keep the change."
"Thanks. I'll be right back with that sugar bomb." She gave them both a wink. "And, uh, you two have a great night."
Weston nodded, but she didn't see it. She was already gone, but it didn't matter.
Tracy was focused on the man sitting so near she could breathe in the scent of his skin.
"What do you say, honey?"
Tracy felt heat rising in her cheeks. "Hmm?"
"I bet we can have an incredible night."
"I like the way you think." She lifted her hand and touched the side of his face, feeling the soft brush of his beard against the side of her hand. "Your room or mine?"
He turned his head, placing a kiss on her palm. "The view from my room isn't anything to write home about, but I've also got to get going early in the morning. Let's go to yours, that way you can sleep in after I'm gone."
"Yeah?"
He nodded.
"Sounds like you're planning to keep me up late."
Weston stood as the waitress came back to the table, a branded brown bag dangling from her fingers. "Here you go."
He took the bag before she could grab it and held it in front of him.
Tracy tried to ignore the appreciative glance of the waitress before he'd settled the bag in front of him, and when she left, shegave Tracy a nudge with her elbow and a gave her an outrageous wink.
Yeah. Everyone knew what they were leaving to do and there was something freeing about it.
Tracy watched in rapt attention as he set his hat on his head and then felt the warmth of his fingers folding between hers.
She'd only known him for a few days but having him hold her hand felt like... forever, in the best way possible.
As soon as they'd stepped out into the warmth of the Texas night, he leaned in to whisper to her. "You can always say no."
She turned and her lips brushed against his, making both of them smile.
"What is it you cowboys say?" She bit into her lip and grinned wider. "It would take wild horses to pull me away tonight."
"Just tonight?" West tugged her along toward his Chevy. "I guess we'll start there, and I'll work on more."
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He had every intention of feeding her some of the dessert they ordered, but the moment they were inside her room, and she took his hat from his hand, setting it down on the small desk beside the dessert bag, he filled his hands with her.
First, he opened the clip she'd used to pull back her hair and tossed that onto a nearby table.
Weston combed his fingers through her hair.
Silk.
