Taming a Texas Devil - Katie Lane Page 0,55
the truck.
“Give me back my keys, Dixie.”
“Nope.” She unlocked and opened her door. “You taught me that as a deputy I’m responsible for the safety of the people in my county. And I’m not going to let you drive all the way back to the Double Diamond ranch drunk. You shouldn’t have even driven here.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Prove it.”
“How exactly would you like me to prove it? Do you happen to have a sobriety test with you?”
She thought for a moment. “Pat your head and rub your stomach in a circle.”
“What?”
She scrunched up her nose. “You’re right. I can’t even do that when I’m sober.” Her eyes lit up. “Say ‘Rubber baby buggy bumpers’ three times really fast.”
“That’s ridiculous. Where are my keys?”
She looked down at the open collar of her deputy shirt. “Somewhere you have no desire to go.”
“You didn’t.”
Her smile was smug and annoying. “I did.”
He glanced down at her breasts and all the moisture left his mouth. She was wrong. Dead wrong. He desired to go there. He dreamed about her sweet breasts every night. He dreamed about taking them in his hands and testing their fullness. He dreamed about burying his face in their softness and breathing in their scent. He dreamed about kissing every inch of their pale skin and learning the taste of their nipples.
But moving his dreams to reality was a good way to lose his job . . . and his sanity.
He lifted his gaze. “Rubber baby buggy bumpers . . . rubber baby buggy bumpers . . . rubber baby bubby—dammit!”
“Aww, that’s a shame,” she said. “You were so close too.” She turned and carried Queenie into the house.
“Dixie!” He followed her inside and promptly tripped over the threshold.
She glanced over her shoulder and grinned an annoying I-told-you-so smile. “You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch this time.”
Dixie’s bed was like sleeping on a cloud. The pillow top mattress was firm. The white cotton sheets were soft and crisp. And the pillows were the kind of foam that conformed to your head and supported your neck.
And yet, Lincoln couldn’t seem to get comfortable.
Probably because he had a hard on that could pound nails into concrete and had ever since he’d come out of the bathroom and found Dixie making up the couch in a tiny pink nightie that barely covered her ass. He’d planned on insisting on taking the couch. But with all the blood in his body pooled in his dick, he hadn’t been able to put two words together. So he’d quickly exited into Dixie’s room and shut the door.
Now there he lay so horny that there was no way he was going to sleep.
Unless he got some release.
He glanced at the door before he eased down the waistband of his boxer briefs. As he took himself in hand, he closed his eyes and tried to come up with a good fantasy. Of course, the only good fantasy that came to mind included the woman sleeping in the next room.
He let it play out.
“Lincoln,” Dixie says in a sexy whisper. “Are you awake?”
She walks in and stands at the end of the bed in her skimpy little nightie. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you. You’re not only the best lawman in the state of Texas, but you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen.” She strips the nightie over her head and reveals all those luscious curves. “Give it to me. Please. Or better yet, I’ll give it to you.” She crawls onto the bed until her mouth is positioned right over my throbbing—
“Lincoln? Are you awake?”
His eyes pop open to see Dixie standing in the doorway, the hall light shining through her little nightie displaying every one of her curves. It took a second for Lincoln to realize that this wasn’t part of his fantasy. His dick didn’t realize it at all. Even after he jerked up his boxers, it was still hard with need.
He quickly pulled a pillow over his lap as Dixie walked into the room. “So you are awake.” She crawled onto the bed and he almost swallowed his tongue. “I couldn’t sleep either. My mind just won’t stop thinking about . . .” He held his breath, thinking she was going to say “sex.” Or maybe he was hoping she was going to say that. Instead, she said, “the fire.” She crossed her legs in front of her, the nightie hiking up on her thighs and