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woman and took her to my hotel room." His voice
went deep and trailed off as he stared at his fiancée.
    She stared back, her face hot pink and her chest heaving.
"Speaking of the bachelorette party. We'd better get going. The Hummers
will be in front of the hotel in a couple hours." They'd rented two
stretch Hummer limos, one in white for the women, and one in black for the
guys.
    Kira could tell what Gigi and Boone would be doing in their
suite for the next two hours. "You two go, have some time together before
we pull you apart, and utterly embarrass the hell out of each of you in
public."
    "Don't wear him out, Gigi." Jayden stood, helping
Stormie from the booth to let the engaged couple out. "Us cowboys have big
plans for him tonight."
    Gigi giggled as she and Boone slid out of the booth.
"I'll try not to." They left so fast, they were nearly running.
    "While we're up…" Jayden laid his hand on
Stormie's back. "Wanna go see if we can win a jackpot of our own?"
    Oh heck, no. Kira had to stop this. "Ah, maybe we
should—"
    Stormie grinned at Jayden. "Okay. Let's go."
    "Stormie." Kira moved to get up and Dallas tugged
her back down. "They'll be okay."
    The two walked out of the bar, Jayden's hand resting on
Stormie's back.
    Dallas pulled out his phone. "I'll send Jay a
reminder." He started typing. "Better yet, a threat."
    "Thank you." She felt a little guilty letting her
cousin loose with a rodeo cowboy, but when Dallas put his phone away then
looked at her with those sexy eyes, only one thought crowded her mind. Naked.
    "Wanna go check out our suite?" His face softened
and his eyes lured her.
    "Okay." She swallowed. Not her most brilliant or
sexy line, but her body tingled with desire.
    He charged the drinks to the credit balance on their comped
suite and led her to the elevators. He pressed the up button and tugged her
against him, pressing her breasts against his hard chest, and her hips against
his granite erection.
    "Kira, I want you. I've wanted you since
Christmas." He let out a long breath. "Are you gonna want to talk
first? Get everything settled between us…I mean, the shit that happened in
December?"
    Could she wait that long to have him kissing her? Touching
her? Sliding his shaft deep inside her?
    They'd had a fierce argument in the hotel's lobby bar, she'd
accused him, he'd been both insulted and angry. It had been a scene she'd
regretted ever since.
    The elevator opened and they jumped in, pressed the top
button, and found themselves enclosed and alone together.
    "Just tell me one thing, Dallas." This would
either piss him off and send him stomping, or it would clear the way for her to
let the sexy charge between them amp up.
    He stiffened. "Okay. Ask me." He had to know what
was coming next.
    "Did you abuse your girlfriend?" Kira held her
breath.
    Dallas's eyes sobered as he locked gazes with hers.
"Kira, I swear on my mother's grave, I have never hit a woman, a child, or
an animal. I can explain the assault charges, but it'll take a while."
    She believed him. Based on his words, on what she knew from
the short time they'd spent together, and from the few things Boone had told
her without breaking his promise of confidentiality to Dallas. He was not
guilty.
    She slid her palms up his chest and locked her fingers
around the back of his neck. "Action first. Talk later."
    His eyes glowed, half lidded, and his breath blew hot on her
face. "Damn."
    ****
    Dallas couldn't hold back the growl that rumbled out of him
as he tugged Kira against him, one hand on her back, the other cupping her
tight, round ass. "Sweetheart, you may not be in any shape to talk after
the action." Tipping his head, he took her mouth with his. Her lips
pressed soft and warm against his as they finally shared their first kiss.
    His belly quivered with the raw desire to take this woman
hot, rough, and fast. His tongue invaded her mouth, the sweetness of her
margarita lingered and mixed with the sensual taste of her.
    The elevator doors slid