Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(43)

“So that’s what you and your friends discuss on Friday nights? Your crappy work week?”


“No. We’re usually trolling for…” Her mouth snapped shut. “Never mind.”


Dalton swigged his beer, trying really hard not to scour the bar and check out his competition.


“What have you been doing the last couple days?” she asked.


“I worked on the house. They delivered the furniture on Thursday. Planned to do a couple other things but the week got away from me.”


“I know how that goes.”


“Have you eaten?”


“Yeah. Ordering bar food is a habit since I’ve worked in so many bars over the years.”


He sighed. “There goes my chance to wine and dine you on our date.”


“I don’t expect that from you.”


“But you deserve it. And I want to give it to you. How about if we dance?”


“Let’s go.”


He slid out of the booth and took her hand.


She led them to the middle of the dance floor. “None of that fancy two-stepping stuff or western swing you cowboys are fond of.”


“So we’ll just sway together?”


“For a little while. Is that okay?”


“Very okay.”


They didn’t speak through three songs, just moved together in near perfect synch. Their physical closeness and the lack of conversation attuned his senses just to her. The gradual softening of her body against his. The increased tempo of her heart. The quicker intake of her breath.


He brushed his lips over her ear. “I like havin’ you in my arms. Have I mentioned I love that you’re tall?”


She laughed softly. “No.”


“Well, I do. We’re a perfect fit. In every way.”


“Tell me what you’re really thinking,” she said dryly.


“I’m thinkin’ the scent of you so close to me is driving me insane.” Dalton ran his nose along her neck. “Sweet and musky. And goddamn do I want the scent of you all over me.” He wondered if she’d stiffen after that confession, but she melted into him.


“Dalton.”


“Aurora.”


“Nobody calls me that but you.”


“I can call you that all the time, if you’d prefer.”


The soft warmth of her breath on his neck sent a tingle down the right side of his body. “I like that you call me that when we’re alone and you’re being romantic.”


Although the band picked up the pace with a faster song, they continued dancing slow.


He murmured, “Will you come home with me tonight?”


Rory tensed but didn’t answer.


So he continued dancing with her, like it wasn’t killing him to have her curvy body plastered to his. His cock behaved as long as he didn’t bury his face in her sweet smelling hair, or fill his lungs with the addicting scent of her skin.


When the song ended, he released her hand and stepped back. “I’m ready for a drink, how about you?”


Rory blinked those beautiful green eyes, confused he wasn’t pressing her on tonight’s sleeping arrangements. “Sure.”


Dalton led her off the dance floor to their booth. He slid across from her rather than next to her.


Since it wasn’t busy, Cindy, the waitress who’d worked there since Dalton could remember, stopped by immediately. “Another round?”


“I’ll switch to Coors Light. Rory, you want another whiskey sour?”


“No. Tell Lettie to make a tall half 7UP, half sour mix with a splash of orange juice.”


“Got it.”


“You’re done drinking for tonight?”


Rory lifted a shoulder. “Wasn’t feeling it right now.”


“What are you feeling?”


“Like I need a clear head before I decide whether or not to go home with you.” She closed her eyes briefly and inhaled a deep breath. “Between you and the booze…”


He fought a frown. “What about me?”


“Being close to you packs a powerful punch, Dalton. The way you move, the way your deep voice seems to burrow into me and sets off these little electric charges under my skin.”


Now Dalton fought a huge-ass grin. “I’m liking the direction this is goin’, sugarplum.”


She slapped her hand on the table, startling him. “And then there’s that.”


“What?”


“That sexy way you tease me. Sometimes it’s blatant; sometimes it’s sweet. You keep me off balance.”


He reached for her hand, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles. “What would tip you the right way into spending the night in my bed?”


Rory laughed. “See? There it is again.”


“And yet I’m not hearing an answer from you.” He kissed the inside of her wrist and lightly nipped the base of her thumb. “You really haven’t made up your mind yet? After the time we’ve spent together?” He placed a kiss in the center of her palm. “Or maybe I should point out all the time we’ve spent apart. You haven’t imagined how it would be between us now?”