Texas Two Step: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

through the gestures of holding hands, handing over the bridal bouquet and retrieving the rings from the maid of honor and best man.
    “At this point,” the chaplain said, “I’ll pronounce Wes and Emily husband and wife and tell him he can kiss his bride.”
    Mitch turned toward Olivia, smiled and pulled her into his arms. Her hands rested on his chest. Confusion and maybe some trepidation infused her eyes. He dipped his head and brushed a kiss across her lips. When she didn’t push away or try to avoid the contact, he kissed her again, taking it deeper, allowing himself the pleasure of touching her, kissing her again. Her lips were hot and soft, and after a brief moment, they parted, allowing his tongue to slide into her warmth.
    She tasted like sin and fine whiskey. Past and future.
    His whole body grew hard and tight with need for this woman. Not just any woman, but this woman. The love of his youth. The woman he’d once believed to be the love of his life. Was this love relegated to stay in the past or did it have a part in his—no, their—future?
    She swayed closer, her hands sliding up and over his shoulders. Warm fingers stroked his neck, then into his hair. She answered his kiss with long, soft strokes of her tongue.
    For six years, he’d been a walking, talking zombie. A hollow version of himself, lost in the day-to-day running of his ranch. Living, but not alive. Under her touch, he felt as though he’d awakened after a long sleep. Blood surged his veins. His heart leapt like a deer over a fence.
    He grew harder against her soft belly. Desire flamed inside him. Between them. Needing more, he jerked her tight against him, her full breasts flattening against his chest.
    Loud whoops and a firm slap on the back broke Mitch from the kiss. He stared into Olivia’s dazed eyes, her face flushed, her lips swollen and luscious. Her tongue darted out to lick her upper lip and then she swallowed, her throat lifting and falling with the action.
    The chaplain coughed. “Like that, but maybe not as, um, long.”
    Wes snorted and Emily let out a giggle.
    Mitch ran his hands down Olivia’s naked, soft, warm arms until he could grasp her hands. Squeezing them once, he stepped back into his role as stand-in groom. He hoped that kiss wasn’t a mistake on his part. He hoped she got his message. Give us a chance, Livie.
    Mrs. Peters clapped her hands. “One more time, people.”
     
    Olivia didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know Mitch watched her walk away. She could feel his gaze on her backside. Forcing herself to stroll up the carpet as though she was kissed mindless on a daily basis, she put a little wiggle in the walk. Maybe she could still make him regret losing her.
    Why did she kiss him back? Dumb question. She knew the answer. Because his kiss could make a nun question her vows.
    I cannot let him get under my skin again. Come Sunday, he’s gone. Be sensible. Think with your head, not your heart, or rather your raging libido.
    Emily met her about halfway up the aisle and they linked arms. “Whew. That was some kiss. I hope my honeymoon is half that hot.” Emily fanned her face with a hand. “Are you okay?”
    Olivia bumped her hip against Emily’s and laughed to hide her own reaction. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
    The third run-through went the same as the first and second, except for the deep, soul-searing kiss. It was only after everyone swore to Mrs. Peters they knew their places and their roles that she dismissed the wedding party for dinner.
    “Wow. What a slave driver,” Emily whispered to Olivia. “But she’s the best, and since I don’t live in Dallas now, I needed someone like her. Thanks for being my feet on the ground here.”
    Olivia nudged Emily’s shoulder. “She was great. Very organized. Tomorrow will go without a hitch. I feel it.”
    Emily smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I’m marrying the love of my life tomorrow. That’s all that matters to me.”
    The love of