5. Dixie

CHAPTER 5

Dixie

I smile as the server puts a piece of chocolate pie in front of me. "I really shouldn't. I'm…I need to lose a few pounds."

The intense man across from me leans forward and his deep silver eyes shine like the brightest star. "Don't ever say shit like that or I'll have to spank that pretty ass of yours, Dixie. Every damn piece of you is so damn sexy I've been hard since the first second I set eyes on you." His shimmering gaze runs down my body and liquid fire skates along my nerves. "Hell, all I've wanted to do is throw you down on this table and fucking wreck you for any other man."

My cheeks heat to nuclear blast but I hold his gaze. "What's stopping you?"

I can't believe I said that. I can't believe that any of this is happening. This sexy man wants me. An almost thirty-year old spinster from a little town in Colorado.

His dark brow lifts. "There are a lot of people in here right now, angel. I don't want even one man to see that pussy. It belongs to me."

Whoosh! Who knew that panties really could go up in flames just from listening to a dirty-talking devil tell you what he wants to do to you?

"Nothing says that we have to stay here and eat if we have better things to do."

There I go again. I have obviously read too many romances because I am sounding exactly like my favorite heroines right now.

And just like one of those sexy book boyfriends he smirks at me. "You want to come home with me, angel? Want me to fuck you all night long until neither of us can move?"

I freeze but then nod slowly. I do want that.

"Words. I need words, angel."

"I want you to fuck me all night long. I want you to spank me, eat my pussy. Every single thing you said…I want it all."

He stands up abruptly, almost knocking the table over. "Check please."

I giggle when he glares at the server who's staring at him like he's a raving lunatic. "But you haven't even ordered yet."

"Don't need it. Don't want it. Just bring me our check please."

"For water?"

"Yep. Now."

Shaking her head, she staggers off, her expression shocked. I don't know if it's because of his strange behavior or the very impressive bulge in his pants.

All I know is that I'm going home with the sexy mountain man book boyfriend and I'm giving him my v-card.

All my dreams are about to come true and I can't fucking wait. I want this man to make me lose my voice screaming his name.

I want to know what the hell all my girlfriends are talking about when they talk about their boyfriends or husbands.

I need to know what good sex is.

I eye the hulking giant, his dark hair tousled from his big fingers. The silver of his eyes so bright it's like a laser in the dim restaurant. His jaw is so sharp you could probably cut yourself on it if you touched him. His arms are crossed over his broad chest and although he's wearing a dress shirt, I can easily picture him in a soft flannel, the buttons undone and his chest bare and rippling while he picks up an ax and swings it.

Damn, that's hot.

I had no idea that manual labor was so hot but I think I could melt into a puddle if he whipped out an ax and started to chop wood.

He hands the server a card and she darts off to run it. Probably thinking he's gonna change his mind and leave without paying for a damn thing.

Because who pays for water?

Apparently, Cord.

She brings the slip and he signs it quickly then he grasps my elbow gently in one huge paw. My breath stops and I struggle not to fall at this man's feet. I can feel his fingers on my bare skin. They burn and my core aches with a hunger unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Let's go to my place, angel. I've got something to show you."

I giggle and lift my brow. "Seriously? That's what you've got to say?"

He licks his lips and his dark gaze skims my body like a physical touch. "Don't you worry, angel. I promise you that when I get you alone, I'll make sure that you know exactly what and how I'm gonna take you. And you're gonna fucking love it."

I snort. "I wonder which head is bigger? The one in your pants or the other one?"

He rolls his eyes and chuckles. "You are so damn good for my ego, baby. I will never have a swelled head with you around." He pauses playfully. "Or at least not one that you can see."

I roll my eyes. "Get me back to your place before I change my mind, Cord."

He doesn't say one more word. A huge black truck pulls up to the front of the restaurant and I fight the need to roll my eyes again. Midlife crisis much?

He grins. "I've always had a big truck, angel. One thing has nothing to do with the other. I'm a big guy and there's no way that I'm driving some tiny tin can. I need…room."

I snort but it changes to a gasp when he grasps me around the middle and hefts me up to the seat. I can't break free from the heat in his seductive gray gaze. "Oh! Thank you," I stutter, expecting him to let go of me after a few seconds. When he puts me down and stands on the running board to click my seat belt into place, I hold my breath, so close to what can only be called masculine perfection. His nose is even perfect. Strong and proud, aquiline, with just the tiniest bump on top of it like he broke it at one time.

His lips are so damn close. Full and soft-looking. I've honestly never seen a prettier man.

Pretty sexy that is. He smells damn edible. Pine and leather and citrus. Yum! It wafts over me in the cab as he drives us back to his place. My pussy is soaked and I cannot wait until I feel him touch me. I ache for it. Need it desperately.

I moan under my breath and fidget on the seat. He doesn't look at me, keeps his eyes on the road but his fingers tighten to white knuckles on the steering wheel and his mouth quirks slightly.

"Soon, angel. I'm gonna have you spread out like a damn feast for the taking."

I whimper under my breath, hungry for him and not even bothering to play hard to get.

"Then get us back and ring the damn dinner bell, Cord."

He chuckles but his big foot presses harder on the gas pedal until we're flying along, buoyed by all the dirty desires heating up the air around us.

Fire edges my vision and I close my eyes, hoping that this is what I've been hoping for. Hoping that he doesn't run when I tell him that I've been saving myself for this perfect night.

No pressure though.

Right. No fucking pressure at all.