Temptation In Texas: Mike and Megan by Lynda Chance Read Free Book Online Page A

mouth tightened. A
little less.
    He looked up from his beer. He wouldn't find
what he was looking for in a place like this. He was selective in
who he slept with. Without conceit, he knew he could be. God had
graced his six-foot-two frame with lean muscles and a face that for
whatever reason, seemed to attract women. He really didn't see it.
True, he had a full head of dark brown hair, while so many men his
age didn't. But beyond that, he didn't know what sent them all into
a tizzy.
    Even tonight, when their waitress should have
been humoring the boys, she had eyes only for Mike. But that type
of in your face, over eagerness left his mind cold and his cock
soft. Even the huge set of double D's didn't do it for him. They
were in all probability fake. Every waitress in this place had a
huge set of fake doub--
    His mind stopped on the thought as a
different waitress came into his peripheral vision. He slowly
turned his head, his eyes drinking her in.
    She was different from the rest. She was
different from the one hanging over him now, rubbing her plastic
chest against his arm as she set a glass of ice water that he
hadn't ordered in front of him.
    The girl he had just noticed carried a huge
plate laden tray over her head as if she had done this many times
before. She moved over to their table, and spoke to the waitress
with the fake breasts. "Table number nine, Tanya. Here's your
order."
    Mike's immediate thought when his eyes zeroed
in on the tiny, delectable boobs barely big enough to make a
cleavage was the question of how she had gotten hired at this
particular restaurant in the first place. Then his eyes rose to her
face, and the answer hit him with the same force as the arrow of
lust that hardened his cock and had his hand tightening on the beer
bottle in his hand.
    Jesus
Christ , she had the face of a Botticelli
angel. His muscles clenched in need as his eyes devoured her. She
was definitely on the small side, maybe five-two or three. But what
she lacked in height, she made up for in beauty. She had blonde
hair that hung to her waist, and her eyes were a color of dark
green, and reminded him of emeralds. Her nose was straight and
small, with a slight upward tilt at the end, and her lips were
pink. He didn't see any lipstick on those lips, and the pale pink
color was something he already wanted to taste. She was stunningly
beautiful, so beautiful, he didn't think he had ever seen her
comparison in real life.
    She was slim, and her waist was tiny, and he
felt a slight trickle of sweat roll down his spine as he imagined
how that waist would feel when he gripped it with both hands and
brought her close for the moment of entry. She was so little, he
knew she wouldn't take him easily. Her passage would be narrow, and
he'd have to use a degree of force to push it in.
    He continued to watch her as her eyes moved
around the table of boys, and then landed on him. The color rose on
her cheeks when she found his attention centered on her, and the
lust that gripped him strengthened into something that began to
take on a life of its own.
    He quickly looked down to see if she wore a
ring that would be a roadblock for him, and he felt an immense
sense of satisfaction and an uncomfortable amount of relief when he
saw that her hand was bare. His gaze found those emerald eyes
again.
    She quickly lowered her eyes from his,
finished dropping off the tray to the other waitress and moved out
of his line of sight.

    ****

    Twenty-five minutes later, Megan rounded the
corner into the kitchen and finally took a deep breath. The guy at
table nine was freaking unbelievable, and her nervous system had
been shot all evening, ever since she had found him watching her
when she delivered the food to his table.
    And his attention hadn't let up at all. Even
though that was the only time she had gotten that close to his
table, his eyes had never stopped tracking her. She felt like a
deer caught in headlights, and her insides were a mess.
    The man was