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sensation slid up her spine at the somewhat intimate touch of his
hand.
    She
remembered as a teenager reading stories about strangers whose eyes meet across
a room and feeling an instant connection, but she’d only scoffed at the notion…
until now. In the books, the spark had to do with instant love, but this wasn’t
about love… this was about animal attraction… and need… and lust! He
practically sizzled with sexual vibrations. She found she wasn’t immune to his
energy… found herself being sucked down into that energy’s fathomless depths.
The feeling was immense, exciting, and titillating.
    He
stopped somewhere in the middle of the crowd of dancers and pulled her
confidently close to his body. He placed both hands on her hips, while she slid
her hands up to grasp his biceps. She could feel the hard bunching of his
muscles as he held her close. He was taller than her, and broader, which gave
him the perception of strength and safety. She stepped a little closer into
that safety.
    He
nuzzled his close-cropped beard against her hair and inhaled her scent. Unlike
most women, she wasn’t heavily perfumed, but instead smelled faintly of sweet
vanilla with a whiff of Jasmine. He really, really wanted this woman. In an old familiar, proven pattern, he slowly guided his
hands up her back. Pulling back from her, he slid his hands up to cup her face
and began to lower his lips to hers.
    She
swallowed hard when he cupped her face within his hands so gently. He was just
a breath away from her lips when a hard dose of reality filled her. She couldn’t do this… not now.
    He was
startled when she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. “So not going
to happen, Cowboy,” she said loud enough to be heard over the music.
    He
stared at her perplexedly for several moments. He’d never had a woman stop him
before. He wasn’t sure why she had. There was hot chemistry between them… and
they both knew it. “Cowboy?” he finally questioned.
    She
nodded her head. “I imagine you normally have no problem corralling women this
way.”
    He
laughed easily. “It’s not always easy. Sometimes, I’m forced to use a rope to
hogtie them into submission.”
    “What?
No handcuffs?”
    “ Naw , the lasso has a much farther reach,” he deadpanned.
    Repeating
his line from earlier, she said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    With a
small grin, he pulled her back toward him and continued the dance until it
ended. He found not only did he want this woman, he
actually liked her as well. Go figure.
Probably had something to do with wanting what he couldn’t have. At least not yet , he thought to himself
with a grin. But his grin faded and he exhaled slowly. He really didn’t have
time to invest in this little romance. He was here on a job, he really needed to focus on that. When the tempo changed back to a faster
beat, he led her back to the booth.
    “It was
a pleasure to meet you, little Tasmanian Devil . But I
have an early meeting in the morning. Take care,” he said.
    Without
sitting down, he picked up his drink, downing it before setting the glass back
down. Reaching into his pocket, he threw enough money on the table to cover
their drinks.
    “Thanks
for the dance and the drink, Cowboy,” she said, with more bravado than she
actually felt. She smirked at his obvious rebuff.
    “Anytime,”
he answered. With a nod of his head, he walked off.
    Devon
Montanez followed him with her eyes and let out a breath. He had to be the most
devastatingly gorgeous man she’d ever met. He oozed sexual confidence. There
would have been nothing more she’d have liked than to be upstairs with him
right now. She closed her eyes at the thought of him stripping her naked and
running those hands and that mouth over her body. While her experience was
limited, she knew he had more than enough. But she couldn’t afford that kind of
distraction right now. She had to concentrate on her purpose here… and it
wasn’t to become involved with an