His Marriage to Remember - By Kathie DeNosky Page 0,22
grinned. “I’ll be having my usual sixteen-ounce porterhouse with a side of coleslaw, baked beans and fries.”
“How imaginative of you,” she said, laughing.
“Hey, I’m nothing if not predictable.” Her light laughter sounded like music to his ears. She hadn’t done a lot of that in the past couple of days and he had missed the delightful sound.
Forty-five minutes later, as they finished the slices of pecan pie he had ordered for desert, someone fed coins into the jukebox and selected a popular country love song. “Would you like to dance, sweetheart?” Sam asked when he noticed Bria watching the two couples on the dance floor slowly swaying in time to the music.
She glanced from him to the dance floor then back. “Only if you promise to tell me if you start feeling light-headed or get tired.”
Rising to his feet, he held out his hand. “I give you my word, you’ll be the first to know if that happens.”
When she smiled and placed her soft palm against his, Sam’s heart stalled. His wife was without a shadow of a doubt the sexiest, most desirable woman he had ever had the pleasure to know and he counted himself one of the luckiest son of a guns on the face of the earth that she was his.
As he led her out onto the floor, he noticed several of the cowboys in the joint stopped what they were doing to watch. He couldn’t blame them. Bria looked absolutely amazing. Her designer jeans were made to look as if they had been well-worn and had a couple of stylish holes in the thighs, exposing an enticing glimpse of her smooth skin, and the formfitting black tank top with a design made of the finest Austrian crystals on the front hugged her breasts and the feminine indention of her waist like a lover’s caress.
His lower belly tightened, but when he wrapped his arms around her and she lifted hers to encircle his shoulders, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find himself hard as hell in less time than it took to draw his next breath. Gazing into her luminous emerald eyes, he pulled her closer and knew the moment she felt the hard ridge of his arousal pressed to her soft stomach.
“Sam, maybe we should sit down,” she said, starting to pull away from him. “You might become dizzy.”
He held her snug against him. “Sweetheart, I’m fine. That’s just a myth.”
She looked confused. “What do you mean?”
He chuckled as he whispered close to her ear. “There really is enough blood in a man’s body to support both—”
“I get it,” she interrupted, her cheeks turning a pretty pink. “I didn’t mean that.”
“What did you mean?” he asked, kissing the tip of her nose.
“I thought you might not want everyone to know that you’re…um, feeling amorous,” she whispered.
He looked around. “The lighting in here is so bad, I doubt that will be a problem.” Tilting his hat back, he grinned as he rested his forehead against hers. “But it doesn’t matter. The last I heard, it’s perfectly acceptable for a man to become aroused when he’s holding his wife. Especially when she’s the hottest woman in the whole damn state.”
“I’m a little tired,” she said, suddenly pushing away from him. “I think it would be best if we leave.”
“All right.” Confused by the urgency he heard in her voice, Sam followed her back to their table, tossed some money on the top of it for their meal, along with a generous tip, then taking her hand in his, led her to the exit. Once they were standing in the parking lot, he held out his hand for the keys to the SUV. “You’re tired. I’ll drive home.”
“We’ve been over this before, Sam,” she said, sounding as if her patience was wearing thin. “Get used to it. You’re not driving until the doctor releases you to do so. Now, get in the truck or I swear I’ll leave you standing here in this parking lot.”
Something was definitely going on with her, but Sam decided not to push her to tell him what it was and instead got into the passenger side of the SUV. Bria looked as if she could either tear his head off or burst into tears and he didn’t have a clue why.
But one thing was certain. He was for damn sure going to find out when they got back to the ranch.
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As Bria drove the twenty miles back to Sugar Creek Ranch,