Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

We laughed, and Amelia spun Paxton around a few times.

“Paxton, you look amazing!” I yelled.

Her cheeks blushed. “Look at you, Corina! I don’t think that dress could hug those curves any tighter! Girl, you are looking hot!”

“Look at how freaking perky her tits are!” Jenn screamed.

My face heated as a few guys turned, and I instantly regretted my outfit.

Of course, the only reason I wore this dress was because I knew Mitchell had tonight off, and Amelia had mentioned that he would probably be at Cord’s Place.

A cowboy wouldn’t stop ogling my breasts, so I gave him the stink eye.

I turned and immediately felt a different stare. It only took me two seconds to shift my gaze to the bar and see him.

Mitchell.

My heart raced like it did every time our eyes met, every time I even found myself in the same room as him. But no matter how excited he seemed at first, he would eventually look elsewhere and act like he hadn’t seen me.

Tonight he didn’t.

Tonight his gaze stayed on me, and I could practically feel him burning a hole right through my slutty dress that I was really wishing I hadn’t worn.

“Corina, are you okay?” Paxton yelled.

I nodded. My eyes drifted back; Mitchell was still watching us. “I need to use the restroom and splash my face. I’ll be right back.”

She gave me a concerned look, so I flashed a fake smile. “Honest. I’m hot, that’s all. I haven’t danced this much in a long time!”

Paxton laughed, accepting my answer.

Before I turned to head to the bathroom I peeked at Mitchell.

Big mistake. He was talking to the same girl I had seen him dancing with a few months back. He looked to the left, and our eyes met again. The girl leaned in and whispered something into his ear, but he never took his eyes off me.

Spinning on the heel of my boots, I pushed through the crowd. The room felt like it was closing in, and I was about to lose the turkey on rye sandwich I’d for dinner.

“Hey, beautiful, want to dance?” some cowboy asked.

“No, thanks. I feel like I’m going to puke.”

He jumped out of my way, allowing me to keep moving. Each breath grew harder and harder to take as I tried to get to the hall.

What in the heck is wrong with me? Why can’t I forget about him?

Once I broke through the crowd, I dragged in a deep breath, my hand clutching my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

I fought the tears that threatened to spill. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. Seeing Mitchell, not knowing if he left with some girl he would screw in his truck and then never call again…

Maybe that’s all I was to him. Another notch on his belt.

I wiped my tears and started for the ladies’ restroom just as someone grabbed my arm from behind.

“Hey! Let go of me!” I yelled, hitting the guy with everything I had.

“Corina, stop fighting me.”

Mitchell had taken me by the arm.

He pulled me toward Cord’s office, unlocked the door, and guided me in as I jerked my arm free.

“Are you crazy, Mitch? You scared the crap out of me. It’s dark in that hall, and I had no idea it was you!”

Before I could say another word, his lips pressed against mine. His hands pushed through my hair, and he held me gently even as he kissed me urgently, like he needed my kiss to breathe.

It was the first time he’d kissed me since the morning he’d stood at my front door. Leaving me to hope for something that would never be.

I should have pushed him away. Or told him that he couldn’t drag me into a room and kiss me like he hadn’t ripped my heart out and kicked it to the side all those months ago. But my heart was in control right now, and it loved every moment of Mitchell’s kiss and the feel of his hands on my body. He tasted like peppermint and a hint of alcohol. It made me dizzy with desire.

A soft moan slipped from my lips. I grabbed his strong arms while they moved down my body, pulling up my dress.

Stop this, Corina.

He moved his lips along my jaw, then my neck, making his way to the sensitive area behind my ear. His hot breath and hands on my ass had me instantly wet.

“Corina.” His whisper sounded so pained that my chest squeezed.

My mouth opened, but no words came out. The room was spinning, and as much as I knew I should tell him I couldn’t do this without wanting more, I didn’t want to break the moment. I wanted him to keep going.

“You look so goddamn sexy in this dress.”

I smiled, no longer regretting my decision to wear it. Mitchell’s hands pulled me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. He pushed me against the wall, his erection pressing against me in the most delicious way. This man brought out an inner goddess in me and I longed to explore that side of me with him.