Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I clasp my hands together in front of me. “I didn’t tell him I was coming.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it before turning to Lucy. “Hey, Lucy.” She’s all smiles as she looks between us. I’m sure she’s enjoying the show. She’s always made cracks about how I’m attracted to Dixon and told me I had daddy issues since he’s so much older than me, but I never let it faze me.
When Dixon turns his gaze to the three cowboys, he snarls. “Do you mind? Take a walk.”
“But…” the cowboy that was asking me out starts, but his friends seem to be the brains of the operation because they grab their buddy. “Sure thing. See ya.”
They walk away, and I’m glaring at Dixon. “What the fuck was that?”
He’s on me so quick that all I can do is gasp. His hand is holding my chin, his body is pressed against mine, and his voice is thick and husky. “Don’t talk like that, princess.”
I jerk from his hold, my breath coming in as little pants as I take a step back from him. Lucy mumbles something about going to dance or something, so I’m alone with Dixon as he glares at me. I put a hand on my hip. “You can’t tell me what to do, Dixon. You’re not my keeper, you’re sure as hell not my dad, and you’re not the boss of me.”
His whole body is pulled taut as he stares at me. “If men hear you talk like that, they only think of one thing, Faith.”
Shocked, I rear back. “Oh yeah, so what? Fuck? Just because they think something doesn’t mean I’m just going to bend over and take it. I can talk however I want to talk, and people can think whatever the hell they want to think.”
He’s staring at me, and my body is practically vibrating with desire. He looks like he’s a man barely hanging on, and that’s when I decide to be brave. I take a step toward him, put my hands on his chest, and blink up at him. “Unless you’re talking about you. Does hearing me say fuck turn you on, Dixon? Is that what this is about?”
He growls, and his hands go to my waist. His big, thick fingers dig into my skin, and there’s no stopping the moan that leaves my lips. We’re staring at each other, his eyes on my lips, and for the first time ever, Dixon’s guard is lowered enough to where I can see that he wants me. He’s usually a wall, never showing any kind of emotion, and for just a second, he lets the shield between us slide. I go to my tiptoes. “What do you think, Dixon? You want to take me for a ride?”
He leans down, and he’s going to kiss me. I’m so sure of it, I go on my tiptoes, and our lips are inches apart. We’re sharing the same air, and I can almost taste the beer he’s been drinking. When he doesn’t move any closer, I whimper, almost begging for his lips. “Dixon?”
He inhales and lets it out, low and slow. He’s barely holding on, and I’m just standing here, body vibrating, waiting for him to give in.
Just when I think he’s about to, he jerks backward, breaking the connection that was burning between us.
“Does your dad know you’re home?”
I shake my head. “You already asked me that, and no, he doesn’t. I didn’t tell him.”
“Surprise?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, it’s not a surprise. I knew if I told him I was coming home, he’d try and talk me out of it.”
His forehead creases, but he doesn’t say anything else. He points to the bags next to my feet. “These yours?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He puts my bag over his shoulder and then grips the handle of the suitcase and picks it up. “Let’s go.”
I let my head fall back. Truth is, I should fight him on this. He can’t just go around thinking he can tell me what to do and I’m going to do it, but my body is still recovering from the almost-kiss. Damn, I can just imagine what would happen if he actually did kiss me. I don’t know if I could survive it.
I follow behind him, seeing the curious looks from everyone around us. As soon as we’re outside, I catch up to him. “What if I’m not ready to leave?”
He lifts the suitcase into the back of his truck. “Tough. I’m ready to leave, so that means you gotta go too.”
I block his path. “I wasn’t kidding back there, Dixon. You’re not my keeper.”
He leans down and looks me in the eye. “Princess, as long as you’re here, I’m your keeper. Wanna know what that means? I’ll be keeping the cowboys away from you and keeping you safe. You don’t like it, then leave town.”