Taming a Texas Devil - Katie Lane Page 0,58
fact, with the right man, it can be pretty amazing. I’m not sayin’ you’ll only find one right man. You might find a few. Just make sure the men you choose are good men worthy of such a special gift.”
So Dixie had waited. And waited. And waited for a worthy man. One she knew she could trust to make her first time special. And she’d found him. She’d found him in a tall, dark, Texas Ranger who was honorable, kind . . . and deeply wounded. Because of those wounds, Lincoln couldn’t be her forever man. She knew that. But he would always be her first. While her heart wished for so much more, her soul was grateful for what she’d gotten.
She cradled his whiskered jaw. “You are special, Lincoln Hayes. You might not think so, but I do. Now can you quit scowling at me and just accept that this is your lucky night.” She gave his serious mouth a quick kiss. “Now get off me before your big ol’ body suffocates me.”
He rolled off of her and acted like he intended to get up, but she pulled him back down. “Where do you think you’re going? After a woman gives you her sweet cherry cobbler, she expects a little cuddling afterwards.” She lifted his arm and scooted under it, resting her head on his chest where she could hear the steady thump of his heart. After pulling up the sheet, she flopped a leg over his, wiggled to get comfortable, and then sighed with contentment. “Now that’s better.”
There was a long stretch of silence, and she thought he had gone to sleep. She was about to join him when she heard a deep rumbling in his chest. It took her a moment to figure out Lincoln was laughing.
She lifted her head to find his eyes crinkled at the corners and a smile lighting his face as he silently chuckled. Lincoln happy was a beautiful sight. She couldn’t help smiling back.
“Just what’s so funny?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but a bellowing laugh escaped instead. “Sweet cherry cobbler?” He held his sides. “I hate . . . cherry cobbler. It’s my least favorite dessert ever.”
Her smile faded. What was he saying? Was he saying that taking her virginity hadn’t been good? It made sense. It was her first time and she hadn’t really known what to do. Still, it was very unkind of him to laugh and point it out. Obviously, he hadn’t been the right man after all.
Her tempered flared. “Why you no-good, lowdown snake!” She picked up a pillow and hit him hard in the face. It only made him laugh harder. She got up on the bed and hit him repeatedly. “Out! Get out of my apartment right now. I don’t care if you’re drunk as Cooter Brown. I don’t want you here one second longer.”
Instead of leaving, he grabbed the pillow and tugged until she tumbled over his hard body. She didn’t mean to knee him in the family jewels.
“Sonofa—” He rolled to his side and cupped his balls.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knee you. Although you deserve it for laughing at me. I realized I’m not very good at sex, but it was hurtful for you to point it out.”
He took a few deep breaths before he sat up. “I wasn’t laughing at your performance, Dixie. It just struck me as ironic that you’d named your virginity after a dessert I despise. Because I sure as hell didn’t despise what happened tonight. I just wish you had told me before we got started.”
“If I had, we never would’ve started.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it. “Good point.”
“So you liked it?”
He stared at her in disbelief. “Liked it? It was phenomenal.”
“Phenomenal?” Her anger completely disappeared and was replaced by a giddy feeling. “I thought it was pretty phenomenal too. And I’m sorry I got so upset. I just hate people laughing at me.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “I doubt that happens a lot.”
“You’d be surprised.”
“Who laughed at you?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll go get you some ice.” She started to get off the bed, but he stopped her.
“It does matter. Who laughed at you?”
She smiled at his angry, concerned expression. “Do you think you need to protect everyone?”
“It’s a character flaw. Now answer the question? Was it someone in town?”
“No. It was just a kid thing that happened at school. I’m dyslexic and letters and words get all scrambled up sometimes