Take Me Again (27 page)

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Cowgirl Up and Ride:

He sighed, primed to leave, when Amy Jo darted onto the dance floor with some fresh-faced buck who had three extra pairs of hands.

Rather than go home to watch lousy TV alone, he settled in and watched her. She'd two-step a couple of numbers with one guy, flit to the bar for a fresh drink, and drag a new dance partner to the floor.

Cord hid in the darkened corner for over an hour, tracking every enticing sway of her slim hips, every smooth glide of those long legs, every exaggerated shoulder roll, every sexy chest shimmy, every toss of that sleek platinum hair. Not once did Amy Jo acknowledge him, even though she was as hyper-aware of him as he was of her.

Her sexy little ass shake turned him on more than if she'd have been buck-ass naked grinding her crotch on a brass stripper's pole.

When she was alone at the bar Cord moseyed up behind her. “Evenin’ Amy Jo."

She tossed him a quick grin and granted him a not so quick once over. “Surprised to see you in here, Cord. And it's AJ now, not Amy Jo."

"My mistake. Why the name change?"

"New attitude, new name.” She resumed drinking her beer.

Cord scooted close enough to catch a whiff of her sunshiny scent. He noticed sweat beading on the curve of her neck below her ear and had the strangest desire to place his mouth there and gently suck the salty droplets clean away.

A beat passed and she didn't acknowledge him.

"I didn't know you liked to dance."

"There's a lot you don't know about me."

I'd like to learn. Every. Damn. Thing.

"Who are you here with?"

Amy Jo—AJ—faced him fully. “Who are
you
here with?"

"No one."

"That why you came looking for me? Can't find anyone better to hang out with?"

"No. Didn't know you thought so highly of me."

She shrugged.

The classic brush off—a pointed reminder on why he avoided the bar scene. He flashed her a fake smile. “Anyway. I came by to say hello. I'm headin’ home and I wondered if you needed a lift."

AJ arched a slim brow. “You offering to give me a ride, cowboy?"

Cord curbed his response,
you can ride me any time, any place, as long as you want, cowgirl
, and cleared the lust from his throat. “Yeah."

The band announced the next tune, Willie Nelson's “Always On My Mind” and AJ shook her head at yet another eager, happy-handed cowboy approaching her for a dance. “Thanks for the offer, but no."

"You sure? You've been drinkin’ pretty heavily the last couple of hours. Probably shouldn't be drivin'."

"How would you know how much I've been drinking?"

"Because I've been watchin’ you. Closely. Every step and every sip, darlin'. I couldn't take my eyes off you and you damn well know it.” Her confidence slipped; he moved in. “You
like
that I've been watchin’ you, sweet Amy Jo."

"AJ,” she corrected softly.

"You like that I've been watchin’ you, sweet
AJ
."

"So while you were watching, did you see anything you liked, McKay?"

"Oh yeah.” His gaze landed on her lush mouth.

"Right. Give me a break."

Cord managed to drag his eyes back to hers. “You callin’ me a liar?"

"No. I'm calling your bluff."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I know you'll look your fill, burn my clothes away with your sexy eyes, but you're too damn polite to do anything more than gawk at me."

Cord nearly choked, “
Polite
?"

"Polite. Responsible. Chicken. Whatever.” She stared at his lips and ran her pink tongue over her teeth. “Tell me, Cord, don't you ever just wanna say to hell with what's expected of you and do what makes you feel good?"

"Every damn day."

She reached up, letting her fingers fiddle with a button near his shirt collar. “Then tell me why you don't?"

"I'll tell you anything you wanna know, baby doll, as long as you answer a question for me first."

"Okay."

"Look at me."

When AJ's lust-filled eyes met his, it took every ounce of restraint not to smash his mouth to hers, hike up that sassy excuse of a skirt, spread those silky thighs wide, and nail her against the closest paneled wall.

Focus.

"Can I buy you a drink? Like the shot you did earlier?"

"You wanna see me do a blowjob?"

Cord froze.

She laughed. “See why I won forty bucks?"

"Just for sayin’ that raunchy word out loud?"

"No. For doing it."

He lifted both brows. “Doin’ what?"

"Giving them a group blowjob. See, the object is the same with the drink as it is with the act, shoving the glass in your mouth as far as it'll go, keeping a tight grip with your lips. Then you tilt your head and suck hard and deep, bracing yourself for the warmth spilling down your throat as you try to swallow it all."

He growled, “What game are you playin’ with me, little girl?"

AJ stood on the tips of her boots. “I haven't been a little girl for a long time, Cord McKay."

"Believe me, I noticed."

"About damn time."

If he leaned in a fraction of an inch, he could lay a hungry kiss on those ripe lips, not innocent like the flirty smooch she'd teased him with last year. Would this bolder AJ take the initiative?

She didn't. Instead, she lifted a shaking hand to his cheek. Her fingertips delicately traced the outline of his neatly trimmed goatee, lingering on the short hair above his upper lip. A chaste, yet erotic caress to make his cock stand up and take notice if it wasn't already rock-hard.

"No games. If you want to play with me, all you have to do is ask. I'll be here tomorrow night, waiting for your answer."

AJ spun on her bootheel and vanished into the sea of bodies on the dance floor, leaving Cord McKay absolutely pole-axed.

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