Second Dance Cowboy (Second Chance) (13 page)

S
tanding in that hospital room, watching her hover over her uncle’s bed and seeing the sympathy and concern, he’d realized how much she’d meant to him. How had it happened? When had she oozed her way through all of his barriers and clutched his heart with compassion?

He’d told himself t
hat the sex had intoxicated him. It’d been a while for both of them, and put two starving people together and what do you get? Clothes ripping, slippery bodies, bed-banging hot sex. Unfortunately, he had a raging hunger for Peyton and it crawled through his veins like withdrawal. Even now, his cock hardened, throbbed and ached for release—not good when he stood within three feet of the entrance to her studio.

Sliding off his hat, he used it as
a barrier between his zipper and anyone’s view. Thankfully, the place was quiet—at least he thought. He saw a head behind the counter and the body slowly emerged. “Excuse me,” he said. It was Aspen.

Her concentration was on a small box she was holding, her head was bobbing and her eyes came up. Fright covered her face and the items in the box flew out and scattered all over the floor. “You scared the life out of me.” Her hand came up and palmed her chest over her heart.

“I’m sorry. I thought you heard the bell.”

She dragged the buds from
her ears. “I was jamming.” She bent and picked up the items from the box.

Laying his hat on a chair, his issue gone for the moment, he helped. Once
the ribbon was back into the box, he stood up and grabbed his hat, placing it back on his head. “Did I miss Peyton?” He took a step toward the door. “I saw her car out front.”

“No, she’s here. She’s in back.”
Aspen made no effort to move, instead kept her curious gaze planted on him.

He shifted in his boots. He guessed this is what people called “evil eye.” “Is she teaching a lesson?” The moment grew awkward.

“No.”

Damn. “Okay then.
”

“First, I want to say thank you for helping me get a job
. Some man by the name of Duke called and offered it to me. However, that doesn’t change several facts.” She crossed her arms over chest and he realized he was about to be on the losing end of a heated lecture. “Peyton is my best friend and it’s my job to see that any man who is interested understands a few things—”

“Not necessary. I’m harmless—”

“Like hell you are!” Her eyes dipped over him. “She’s a good person. She’d been stepped on in the past and has a difficult time seeing anyone’s true colors until it’s too late. And, she’s a mother and Oliver is a great kid. If you do one thing to hurt either of them it doesn’t matter how big your muscles are, how tall you are, I’ll hunt you down like a rabid dog and tear you limb from limb.”

Laughter gurgled up in his throat but he swallowed it when her gaze narrowed. She was serious. He respected the fact that she cared this much for Peyton and Oliver. “It’s mighty respectful that you care for your friends, but it’s not my intention to hurt
Peyton or Oliver. Has she said anything that’d make you believe I would?”

Aspen shook her head, sending waves of curls over her shoulders. “No, she hasn’t said anything, except that you’re a nice guy.”

“I have my issues, but don’t we all? In the bigger picture, my intentions are clean. Now, can I see her?”

A few seconds passed and then she nodded. “Follow the hall to the studio. And let her know I’m leaving and I’ll lock up.”

“Sure.” He stuck his head into the room as his breath caught.
Damn.
Soft music played and Peyton danced, while his dick hardened, again. The outfit she wore fit her like a second skin, hugging her slender, lithe curves. Her willowy hips rolled to the beat as her arms stretched high above her head, her fingers extending. Her movements were graceful, yet charged with emotion, as if she acted out the lyrics. She was lovely and talented, and he could watch her all night, etching her beauty into his mind.

A woman like
Peyton could spin his life out of control. Could he endure the ride?

The music ended and she turned.
Surprise covered her face, and then something amazing. A million dollar smile. “You came at a perfect time.”

“I did?” he asked. “
I thought I was interrupting.”

“I had a feeling you were going to drop by.” She made her way across the room, her hips swaying, longs legs
supple, reminding him how comforting they felt wrapped around his waist. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he removed his hat. Her eyes remained on him as she approached, and he wondered if her mind drifted to the other night also.

Hell.
What had she said? Something about knowing he’d drop by? He wasn’t sure because each sway of her body was like a wild drum beat in his head. “I should have come sooner,” he mumbled.

“
I agree.” She was standing toe to toe with him and her sweet scent teased his senses. “Your soon-to-be-sister-in-law called me earlier and told me everything.”

Not sure if
his brain had taken a vacation, but he had no clue what she meant. What bothered him most was the idea that Cassie was communicating with Peyton. “She did?”

“She said
she wanted to get to know me better because you seemed to care for me. And, she invited me to her bachelorette party.” The front of her leotard was damp and he could see the outline of her hard nipples. He suddenly wished he’d learned to dance. He’d never seen anything sexier.

“Sure, okay.” He didn’t care about anything but wanting to hold her close. He tossed his hat aside, heard it hit something, but he didn’t look. “How about a secon
d dance?” He held out his hand, hoping for an opportunity to embrace her.

A
nother smile curved her lovely pink lips. “I think I’d like that.” She placed her palm into his and their fingers entwined as she led him across the wooden planks. Reaching the center, she let go of his hand and went to the stereo on a side table. Seconds later, a slow song came on and she returned to him. He pulled her close and her soft curves sank against him. He brought both of his arms around her, lowering one hand to the top of her tight, round bottom. He didn’t dare move too fast. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to soak in every moment. When she sighed and laid her head against his shoulder, he thought he’d liquefy, right there in the middle of her studio.

“Your heart is pounding strong. I like the sound.” She slipped her hand
around his neck, which brought her body nearer. His dick lifted at record speed and for a mere second she stiffened until she eased again. “Hmm…I like that also.” She laughed and all of the soft flesh of her breasts trembled against his chest.

Were
those her nipples—hard buds aching for his mouth. Her hips skimmed his cock and tingles sped up the rod, bursting like rays of heat. He could unleash his tool, pump it a few times and he’d spill his seed like a newbie. That’s exactly what she did to him. This was growing serious as he lost his sanity.

He gritted his teet
h until he heard his jaw crack and he loosened it some because he would need use of his entire body before long. If he had his way, he was going to taste every part of her, especially one area that he’d bury himself in later. For now, he’d take things slow, at her pace, but he had no doubt that she wanted him just as much.

“You’re a great dancer
,” she said as her hand fell to his belt and she tucked her thumb into the waistband.

“And you’re lying. You’re a pro and you know I have two left feet,” he grunted. It got harder and harder to talk.

“Not at all.” She brought her head back, staring up at him. “Your arms are a place I’d like to steal away. I tend to forget everything while I’m here, like we’re the only two people in the world.”

Instead of answering her, he bent and kissed her cheek
and then her jaw. Her head bent further back, giving him full access to her long, smooth neck. He nibbled the skin and licked the saltiness from the smoothness. She was perfect. Perfect scent. Perfect hips. Perfect ass. Perfect for him…

Danger lurked, but he didn’t care. All he needed
now was to be with Peyton. To make her his. “I’m going to kiss you,” he growled the words.

“Mmm.” Her chest vibrated.

****

Peyton
realized when it came to Dillon she had no control over her emotions, especially the parts of her that crawled out of hiding each time he came near.

Goosebumps washed over her body when his thumbs caressed her cheeks. When his lips
met hers, she let out a deep moan of pure welcoming pleasure. He tasted so good, felt even better. His powerful, brawny body that soaked her with security. Airiness splashed over her, awakening every inch, sending her core pulsating. She welcomed the light because she’d been in the dark way too long. He relished her and she grew hungrier with each sweep of his tongue across the roof of her mouth. She nibbled his bottom lip and a groan escaped him, tickling her.

He
pulled his head back, his gaze holding hers. “My God, woman. What are you doing to me?” His words came out on an exhale of breath.

“It appears we both are wreaking havoc. But I love it. I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t let it stop.”

“By the way, we are alone. Aspen left and locked up.”

“Awesome.”

Bringing his hands to the neckline of her leotard, he tugged the pliable material down over her bare breasts. The cooler air tightened her nipples and she shivered. The chill didn’t last long. His mouth lowered to one breast, covering the pert bud. His tongue swirled, licking and slurping as she dug her fingers into his thick hair, holding him close. He scraped his teeth across the sensitive skin and her core vibrated. Her knees threatened to buckle but she was safe against him, in his strapping arms. She clung to him, boneless, feeling the earth move under her feet. Nothing compared to having a man’s mouth on her breasts and the knowledge that soon she’d have him deep inside.

He dropped to his knees, tugging the leotard lower and off her hips as his lips moved over her stomach. She quivered as his mouth drew closer to her pulsating
, wet inner thighs. She grew wetter and more excited, anxious to have him taste her. “Yes, Dillon. Yes, please.” She encouraged him.

“Sit on my face.” His voice was hot against her skin. His brazen words sent tr
embles of heat through her.

He laid down on the floor, gently pulling
her over him, her legs spread wide above his head. She found this position very powerful, liberating, as she rolled her hips, teasing him. He clutched her thighs as his tongue penetrated her opening and she bit back a scream. She’d never experienced something more delightful. This was new for her, and she’d never be the same. He licked, tasted, explored and thrust his fingers deep inside of her, pumping, edging her closer to an abyss of no return.

A sharp tug drove through her womb and pulled downward to the
apex of her thighs. A shard of electricity surged over her, through her, around her as she reached the best climax she’d ever experienced.

Once the waves stopped, her muscles were weak. He held her stead
y. “Good, sweetheart?” he asked.

“No word
s could explain.” Sliding down his body, she quickly worked the belt buckle, loosening it, tearing at the button and zipper until she could get to the one thing she wanted like her next breath. She reached in and grabbed his member, tugging it free. Tight and iron-hard, a bead of pre-come glistened against the tanned head. She lapped it up and suckled him, groans bouncing off the bare walls. She couldn’t wait another second. Climbing above him, positioning herself wide above his erection, she guided him inside of her, driving her body around him until he sank deep.

“There are no words for this. Nothing cou
ld describe the ache in my body,” he said through a groan.

Entw
ining her fingers through his mass of coal hair, she bent and licked his lips, feeling them tremble. She planted kisses on his whiskered jaw, his neck, along his collarbone. She couldn’t get enough. The zipper of his jeans rubbed her clit and the glorious sensation brought her closer to another orgasm. How could one man be so splendid? He reached all of the right places with his magnificent body, powerful thighs and sensational movement. Her body eagle-dove all the highest of cliffs as she soared across the sky.

He continued to drive deeper, in and out. In and out. In and out. In a rhythm
that left little room for logical thought or reasoning, just complete and utter gratification. The world could have toppled around them and they'd have been lost in sweet, satisfying pleasure.

He pumped faster,
building friction against the wall of her channel. She gave him full control, allowing him to roll her over onto her back. The cool wood chilled her slickened skin and she arched,  bracing her shoulders.

“I could make love to you all day, sweetheart.” He held himself
above her, not losing the connection as he grabbed her ass in his tight clutch and angled her, giving him deeper access. Then his body stiffened as a profound groan fell from his parted lips. He relaxed against her body, but supported his weight on his elbows. Neither moved. They allowed the feeling of complete satisfaction to wash them in its euphoria.