Cowboy Desires: The Complete Collection (2 page)

"Holy shit! I knew he was into you. Didn’t I tell you? What are the odds that he would find you pulled over crying like that and come to your rescue? What are you going to wear? Where do you think he'll take you? Are you nervous?"

I laughed at her excitement and the questions that were flying out of her mouth.

"I'm completely nervous but now is as good a time as any to move on. And he is smoking hot! I have no idea where we're going, but he's picking me up at 7. I'm going in to shower again and then take my sweet time looking at every piece of clothing in my closet."

"Well, if you need help, I get out at 6. If I don't talk to you before you go, I expect every single detail either tonight or tomorrow. I'm so jealous!"

"I promise to call you at my earliest convenience, sister dear. You better get back to work!" We hung up, and I headed into the house.

I set my purse down on the coffee table and headed into the kitchen for a drink. Even though it was only mid-afternoon, I decided to have a glass of wine to take the edge off. Then I started stripping off sweaty layers of clothing. Since I lived alone, it didn't really make a difference if I walked around the house in just my bra and boy shorts. My pudgy stomach and ample thighs could be on display here without worrying about the judgmental eyes of the world. Plus it wouldn't matter if I had a nip slip. Sometimes the girls just didn't want to stay put.

I headed up the stairs of my small house with the glass of wine in my hand. I decided a cool bath was just what I needed to calm my nerves and cool off. I stopped in the bathroom to start the water and add a little bit of sweet-smelling vanilla bubble bath. Then I went into my room to strip off the rest of my clothes. I caught a look of my naked body in the mirror and stopped to admire myself. I was a little on the heavy side, but since I was 5'8", a bit tall for my family, I still managed to look pretty good. My breasts were large, but they still didn't sag, even though I was 32 years old. I had a pretty face, so I’ve been told, and I got lots of compliments on my long, black, wavy hair. I don’t know whether I believed half of them, but it was still always nice to hear. I pinned my hair up so it wouldn't get wet and headed back to the bathroom.

Setting my iPod to a slow and sexy playlist, I climbed into the tub with my wine in my hand. After taking another long sip, I set the glass down and let my mind wander to Austin. He must have easily been over six feet tall. His eyes were hazel, an interesting mixture of brown, green, and blue. He had really big hands and you didn't hear a deep Southern accent like his every day around these parts. It was sexy, I had to admit. The thought of his hands, voice, and smile started a stir inside me, so I let my hand wander down to my sweet spot.

I let the tip of my index finger slowly and softly rub over my clit while I took my other hand and tugged on my nipple. I closed my eyes tightly and imagined Austin's large frame climbing into my clawfoot tub. In my daydream, he was sitting behind me with one hand working my breast and the other expertly rubbing my clit. My head was resting against his shoulder as his hand moved down to allow two of his fingers to push inside of me. He was whispering in my ear and I was coming undone. Within a few seconds, I was snapped out of my daydream as I came hard against my own hand. I started to come down from the high, thinking that if this man could make me come that fast in a daydream, what was he capable of in real life? I stayed in the tub until the water got too cold, shaving my legs and all of the other important parts, then I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. The clock said it was 5:30 already, so I went to my room to start to prepare for the night.

It had been so long since I had been on a real date that I could feel the nervous energy in the air around me. I covered every inch of my body in my signature sexy lotion. Then I pulled on my black lace boy shorts and matching bra that left nothing to the imagination. Even if I didn't do anything with Austin, at least I would feel extra sexy knowing what was under my clothes.

Since I didn't know where he was taking me, I decided that jeans and black tank top with a plunging neckline were my best bet. Since he was so tall, I was able to put on some wedge sandals that made my feet look small and my legs look long. I added small silver hoop earrings and a long necklace with a black stone that hung just in between my breasts. I left my hair a little wild and wavy, taking just a little time to straighten my bangs. This was as good as it got for me, and I felt damn sexy.

By the time I was done getting ready, the clock said 6:55, and I heard a knock on the door. That's when the reality of the situation set in. I was about to go on my first real date since Mason. Would I compare everything he said and did to Mason? Would he take me somewhere we used to go? If he kissed me again, would I still imagine Mason's mouth on mine? I finally snapped myself out of it and realized that the only way to find out was to go out with Austin, and to not hold anything back. I couldn't back out now, and I certainly didn't need another night filled with me crying on the couch watching sappy movies.

I made my way downstairs slowly so that I didn't fall and I didn't seem desperate. I could see the outline of his tall body behind the tinted glass of my front door and I felt butterflies that I thought might have flown away for good. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I couldn't help but smile when I saw that he was holding a small bouquet of various wild flowers in his hand. He was wearing his black cowboy hat with a blue plaid button down shirt. His jeans were just tight enough, and he had black cowboy boots on his feet. He had trimmed up his goatee, and I could smell whatever delicious scent he had on from where I was standing. It sounds ridiculous, but he honestly took my breath away and stole my words for a second.

"Damn, Jamie, if I wasn't a true gentleman, I would tell you all of the things you have me thinking and feeling just by seeing you standing there in that outfit. You are beautiful. Damn gorgeous. Lucky me!"

"Oh stop. I look just like any other girl. I might have gone the extra mile for you tonight. I didn't want to embarrass you if you took me out on the town."

I was secretly melting from his sweet words. His eyes were telling me that his mouth wasn't lying. I wanted to wrap my hands around his, pull him inside, and stay in for the night.

"The only people who are going to be embarrassed are the men who will not get to have you and get a glare when I catch them staring at my gorgeous date. You ready, babe?"

"Yes, sir. Just let me grab my purse."

I grabbed my little black purse and locked the front door. He took me by the hand and helped me down the front steps. When we reached his black Chevy Silverado, he not only opened the door, but he also helped me climb up inside. The interior was leather and smelled like Austin. I put my seatbelt on while he climbed into the driver's seat. He reached over and put some country music on his iPod. "Crash My Party" blasted through the truck and a smile spread wide across Austin's face as I started singing along. He reached his hand across the seat and placed it on my knee. Warmth immediately spread through my body to all the right places. No one had made me feel that since Mason and, while it terrified me, I liked it.

"So where are you taking me?"

I was feeling a little bit distracted from the feeling of his large hand resting comfortably on my knee. I could feel the heat through my jeans.

"You'll see, gorgeous. Don't worry. Let me take care of everything tonight."

"I'll try. It's been a while since anyone even made an effort with me, so I'll just appreciate that. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you look hot." My cheeks flushed red as I realized what I had just said.

"I'm hot, huh? Well thank you, darlin, but from the heat I feel touching your leg, I think you're the hot one. As far as I can tell, any man who walks away from you has to have something wrong with his brain."

He smiled is his sweet, sexy way, and I found myself starting to relax in his presence. I needed to let go and have fun, I realized, even if it was only for one night.

The evening stretched out before us as he drove toward the next town over. I sat back and continued to sing along to the country music that was blasting through his truck. I knew my cheeks were flushed and I didn't care. When we reached the next town, he kept driving right through. About 15 minutes later, he pulled into an unfamiliar parking lot that was filled with cars. There was music blaring from inside and people dressed in hats and boots were all over. The smell of fried food made my stomach growl. Austin expertly maneuvered the truck into a parking spot, turned it off, and hopped out. In a matter of seconds, he was opening my door. He held out his hand to help me out.

"Wow, I guess chivalry isn't dead."

I was impressed, but I was still nervous, so my words came out in the middle of a giggle. I took his hand and hopped out of the truck. He kept my hand in his as we made our way to the place that was called "Rusty's." As we got closer, people started calling out greetings to Austin. I noticed the way some of the other women looked at him, and I felt self-conscious when I saw how beautiful some of them were. Then he surprised me by putting an arm around my waist and pulling me close to his side, the universal sign for "She's with me and I want everyone to know." That made me feel much better.

When we stepped through the door, I felt like I was walking into a scene from "Urban Cowboy." Almost every man in the place had a hat on, and there was a band playing real country music. Off to the right of the dance floor, there was a restaurant area with some booths, and to the left, there was a large wooden bar. The place was completely packed with people, which surprised me since it was only 8:00 pm.

"Let's go get something to eat so you're ready for me to take you out on that dance floor. They have great food here."

"Sounds great. I'm starving. Obviously, as you can see, I like to eat. You don't get a voluptuous body like this from eating salad and working out."

He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me close to him.

"I like every inch of your body, and I plan to become very familiar with it as soon as you'll let me. You're the most beautiful girl in here, so don't get yourself thinking that my eyes will wander at all."

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss then led me to a booth in the back. There were yellow laminated menus on the table. An older woman came to the table who obviously knew Austin and she took our drink orders. We both ordered a beer and I was surprised when they were delivered in mason jars. I ordered a chicken sandwich with some fries, and Austin had a burger. We were done within a few minutes, and when I tried to take out money for the check, he grabbed the bill and paid for all of it. As soon as it was paid, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the crowded dance floor.

The music was fast and, while I could dance, I did not know how to two-step like the other couples on the floor. Austin held me firmly in his arms and I tried my best to follow his lead. I felt like a little girl again when I used to whirl around the floor on my father's feet.

"Relax, baby. Just let your feet take over and don't think too hard. You're doing great. You're a natural."

I took his advice and let myself go. His smile was genuine and it showed in his eyes. His grip on my hand and my waist was firm and I couldn't help but smile back at him. When the song ended and a slow one started, Austin pulled me real close and started swaying us in slow circles around the dance floor. I was surprised when I heard a low, sweet voice singing to me in my ear. I pulled away a little bit and looked at him.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you? You have a sweet voice."

"You haven't even begun to see what I can do, Jamie. Feeling you this close to me makes me want to take you and leave right now. Your eyes, your hair, your hips, your smile. You're driving me crazy without even trying. I don't think you have any idea how beautiful you are. I feel like the luckiest guy ever tonight."

I felt tears sting my eyes at his words. It had been so long since anyone said I was beautiful, but I was making a fool of myself by letting him see how much he was affecting me.

"You're so sweet, Austin. You're making me feel things I didn't think I ever would again. Plus, you're such a gentleman. And the fact that you can sing and dance makes me crazy."

"You deserve to have someone who wants to make you smile. I can make you do a lot of other good things, if you'll let me."

I didn't answer. Instead I let him know how I felt by nestling my face in his neck and singing along with him. I was caught up in the music, his smell, the feeling of his hand right above my ass. If this night never ended, I would be fine with it.

When the song did finally end, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I didn't hesitate to open my mouth and let my tongue move with his. I knew we were surrounded by people, but I didn't care. I wanted to get lost in him and let him take control of me, even if it was only for one night. The kiss deepened, and I pressed my body into him.

"Girl, if you keep pressing against me like this, I am going to pick you up and take you home right now."

"Maybe that's what I want you to do."

I kissed him again, but after a few seconds, he pulled away. He took my hand and without another word, led me out to the parking lot. I followed him without a second thought. I had a feeling I knew what was going to happen, and I was ready for it. He opened my door for me and helped me back up into the truck. In a matter of seconds, he was in the truck and backing out of the space. He reached over and gently pulled me into the middle seat right next to him.