Bad In Boots 02 - Ty's Temptation by Patrice Michelle Read Free Book Online

leaving.”
    Chad scrambled to his feet. “You should arrest him for assault.” He scowled as he rubbed his shoulder.
    Jake narrowed his gaze on Chad. “You’d better leave before I forget I’m the sheriff and follow my fatherly instincts.”
    Chad met his own father’s gaze as the mayor walked up behind the sheriff.
    “Dad?”
    The tall man nodded his silver head. “Go on, son. We don’t want to spoil Harm and Jena’s evening.”
    “I still want to talk to you,” Chad said to Evan before he turned on his boot heel and left the bar.
    Her father gave Ty a curt nod then he focused his gaze on Evan. “Until we put a security system in your house, you shouldn’t leave your home unattended at night.”
    His comment came across loud and clear. He didn’t want her staying at the ranch house. Period.
    Evan lifted her chin a notch. No one told her what to do. Not even her father.
    The song “Shameless” by Garth Brooks had just started up and before she could comment, Ty took her hand. “I believe you said I owe you a dance.”
    Evan’s gaze darted between Ty and her father. She felt a need to assert her independence, but the thought of being held close to Ty offered major appeal. She glanced at Mace who winked and said, “You have to grant your rescuer at least one dance.”
    Her father raised his eyebrow, but didn’t say a word before he turned away. The crowd around them had begun to dance once more. As Mace walked away, Ty wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his hard chest. Evan closed her eyes for a second and relished the sensation of being surrounded by Ty’s strength, his heat and his seductive smell.
    Sighing her approval, her gaze landed on his open-necked, button-down shirt. Today he looked very much “the cowboy” with his jeans, chambray shirt and boots. If it weren’t for his Maryland accent, she could easily mistake Ty for a Texas cowboy, born and bred. It was the way he carried himself. He exuded sheer masculine confidence in every movement he made.
    “I don’t know if I should punch you or kiss you for what you did. Either way, thanks,” she whispered in his ear. The man had gone up against her father. That took some big cojones .
    “Chad’s a prick,” he commented, his breath warm against her neck.
    Evan closed her eyes once more and imagined that Ty wanted to hold her in his arms instead of the fact he’d asked her to dance to head off an argument between her father and her. Why did Ty have to have some stupid rule against sleeping with virgins?
    She remembered the shower water sluicing over his gorgeous, naked body and the sight of him in full arousal. The thought made her shiver in sexual awareness. Of course, her desire probably had to do with the fact the man also really knew how to dance. He matched her movements, step for step, making sure to keep their bodies flush against one another. From his intense charisma to his natural rhythm, Ty made her feel breathless, needy and so incredibly turned on.
    When Ty’s lips grazed her neck, she gasped in surprise and her eyes flew open, locking with his steady gaze.
    His fingers tightened on her waist before he lowered his hands to her hips. Pulling her hips forward, he fit her body even closer to his. A serious expression had settled on his face. “I’ll take the virginity you so willingly offered, but we’re going to do it my way.”
    “Your way?” She was barely able to breathe, her heart beat so rapidly in her chest. The thought of having Ty’s naked body gliding against hers made her breasts ache and her lower stomach muscles tense in aroused anticipation.
    His warm hands slid up her waist to her upper back. He applied pressure on her back until her chest was pressed against his. His mouth hovered a breath away as his gaze collided with hers. He gave her a feral smile. “Yeah, my way.”
    Unable to form a coherent response, Evan nodded her assent.
    The song ended and Ty stepped away from her.