Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free Page A

the men standing around the table like a hot knife through butter. He proceeded to sit down in the empty seat and put his arm proprietarily along the back of her chair. Leaning in closely, he said in her ear, “Come dance with me, Abby.” Absolutely dumbfounded and unable to come up with the words to refuse, Abby gave a jerky nod and took the hand that he offered her.
    Dillon led her to the dance floor just as the DJ started a slow song. As Abby made a move to leave the floor, Dillon stopped her with a hand on her arm and a smile. As he took her in his arms to “Must Be Doin’ Something Right” by Billy Currington, Abby tried hard to relax as the sensual song wrapped around them but she could feel her body reacting to the close contact. In contrast, Dillon seemed very relaxed as he pulled her body in closer and rested his chin on the top of her head.
    “Are you having a good time tonight, Abby?” His voice caused her to shiver. Her pussy was melting and her nipples were hardening.
    “Yes. Did you have a good time with your brothers?” asked Abby stiltedly. She wasn’t comfortable dancing with Dillon, even to the upbeat songs. She was definitely not comfortable dancing to a slow song with him where he pulled her in tightly and just swayed to the music. With one dance, Dillon got past her defenses. She tried unsuccessfully to move away from his hard, hot body again. As the song changed into a faster number, he allowed her to pull away from her so they could move into a slow two-step.
    “Do you realize this is the first time we’ve danced together since you moved to the Ranch? Why do you suppose that is?”
    “You…You’re my boss. It’s not really appropriate for us to be dancing together, especially to the slow songs.”
    “Who says, Abby? Besides, technically I’m not your boss again until Monday.” He lowered his head so that he could talk into her ear causing a shiver to run up and down the length of her spine. He chuckled as if he knew the effect he was having on her.
    “Well, I guess, I say. I’m not comfortable dancing with my boss.”
    “Good thing we can ease into that over the weekend, because I plan on dancing with you a lot in the future,” he said with an enigmatic smile. He moved smoothly into a fast-moving two-step as the music changed yet again.
    “Shit. What are you talking about, Dillon?” She had goose bumps on her arms from when he talked into her ear like that. Shit. He’d never talked to her like that. What was he doing? If she didn’t know any better, she would say he was putting the moves on her. But that couldn’t be. He hadn’t shown a lick of interest in her for two years. What had suddenly changed his mind? He seemed very intent this evening and she didn’t want to think about what he was so intent about.
    “I’ve waited two years for you, Abby. Two damn long years. I’m not waiting anymore. I’m coming after you, baby.” There went those goose bumps again as she faltered a bit in the dance from the words and the intense way he was talking to her. She had to get away from him fast before she did something she’d regret like fall on her back in the middle of the dance floor and beg him to take her right there.
    “I think I’m done.” When she saw the triumphant smile begin to light up his face, she added, “Dancing that is. I need to cool off and get a drink.” Abby tried to pull away from him as she walked off the floor and back to an empty chair at the table, but he maintained possession of her hand as they went, talking to a couple of people in passing before they made it back to the table.
    “Sure, baby. I think I could stand to cool off, too. Looks like we’re just in time to put our drink order in.”
    “I think you should cool off, too. Shit!” Abby muttered her favorite swear word to herself as he escorted her back to the table and proceeded to sit in an empty chair right next to her.
    “What was that, baby?” he asked with a smile.
    “Nothing.