Love Again (Cowboys & Angels 4)

Evie laughed. “There’re six of us.”

“Six?”

How in the hell did I not know he came from a big family?

“Jonathon is the oldest. Then there is me, I’m twenty-two, then Hollie, she’s eighteen. Dalton is ten, Hope is eight, and Rip is the baby. He’s six. Well, about to be seven.”

“Wow!” I said with a laugh. “I didn’t know you had so many siblings.”

“Blended family!” Evie said. “Our father died when we were younger, and mom married Rip senior. Dalton is from Rip’s first marriage, and Hope and Rip are from this marriage.”

Jonathon cleared his throat. “Now that you’ve filled Waylynn in on the family history, can we get some drinks?”

Another waitress brought over the bottle of wine.

“I went ahead and ordered some wine,” I mumbled as I waited for the girl to open the shit up so I could down a glass.

“Do y’all know what you want to eat or should I give you a few minutes?”

When the waitress handed me the sample of wine, I downed it. She tried to hide her chuckle but failed. “Yep, it’s good. Now pour me a big glass.”

“I think we need a few minutes, Evie,” Jonathon said.

“Sure! No problem. I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.”

I choked on the wine as Evie spun walked to another table. Setting the glass down, I glared at Jonathon. “What in the hell was that?”

He shrugged. “Evie being hopeful, that’s all.”

“Hopeful of what?”

With a knock-my-panties-right-off-of-me smile, he replied, “Us.”

Leaning closer, I whispered, “You say that like we’re an item.”

He poured a glass of wine and held it up. “I hope by the end of dinner we are.”

My eyes closed. “You drive me insane, Turner.”

With a grunt, he put the wine glass down. “No, you drive me insane. It was your flirty little text that had me in my hotel room with my hand around my cock.”

A lady behind us cleared her throat.

“Shut up!” I whispered loudly.

Frustration bubbled inside every time I looked at him. Was sexual frustration what got him in that fight? A small part of me hoped it had been.

“You told your family about me?” I asked, changing the subject.

Jonathon half shrugged. “I might have mentioned you at a family dinner.”

“What did you say?”

A mischievous smile played across his face. “Well, I didn’t tell them I got caught fucking one of my clients.”

My stomach dropped. “Stop being crass,” I said before adding in a lower voice, “Save that shit for the bedroom.”

His brows rose. “You like the dirty talk, do you?”

It was my turn to shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never experienced a man talking dirty to me in bed before.”

“Is that a challenge, Waylynn?”

Taking a sip of my wine, I replied, “Do you want it to be?”

He leaned forward, his eyes full of hope. “Do you want it to be? I think you already know how much I want you.”

My teeth dug into my lip as I let the corner of my mouth rise into a slight smile. “I mean, it would be a shame for me to have gone panty-less for nothing.”

Jonathon hooked my chair with his foot and pulled me closer. When his hand touched my leg, I let out a gasp. “A little jumpy there, babe?”

“Don’t call me babe.” I looked around the restaurant. Not a single person was looking in our direction. The long black tablecloth was hiding the fact that Jonathon’s fingers were moving up the inside of my thigh.

“Spread your legs open…babe.”

My mind fought my body, and my damn body won out. My legs slowly spread open as I picked up my wine and took a sip. When his fingers brushed over my folds, I sucked in a breath.

We were sitting entirely too close for this to be considered a business dinner. If anyone in my family walked in, they would know this was a date. Hell…if anyone in the room looked over, they would know this was a date. And how in the hell was he doing this with his sister about to walk up at any moment!

Moving his lips to my ear, Jonathon whispered, “Are you wet for me?”

Lifting my chin, I kept the wine in front of my mouth. “Why don’t you find out?”

I spread my legs wider, my dress riding up my lap. Jonathon pushed a finger inside and let out a low growl that rumbled through my entire body, straight to where his hand was. I’d never had an orgasm from a simple touch before…until now.

“Oh, God,” I whispered as I gripped his arm with my free hand. My body trembled as the orgasm rushed through me.

“Sensitive tonight?”

Pushing his hand away, I set my glass down and adjusted the dress.

“It’s been awhile,” I bit back, causing him to laugh. When he pushed his two fingers into his mouth I nearly died with embarrassment.

“Mmm…preview of dessert.”

“Y’all ready to order?”