Unforgettable (The Dalton Gang #3) Read Free Page A

and oh, but she loved the tingling at her nape, and the tightening of her breasts, and the tickles of pleasure making her wet.
    Arwen picked that moment to break into Everly’s longing. “Do you need another drink before I get back to work? Boone, another beer?”
    “I’m good,” he said, and Everly nodded the same.
    “Okay, then. You two have fun,” the other woman said as she headed through the swinging doors into the saloon’s kitchen, leaving Everly and Boone to deal with the silence enveloping their tiny little space in the very large room.
    Her hands twisted together in her schoolmarm lap, Everly raised her gaze to Boone’s. His longneck was back at his mouth, his eyes still bright as his gaze held hers. She didn’t think he was drunk. At least not too. And she had nothing against drinking. What she did have was too much experience with the liberties taken by those who couldn’t help but let alcohol win.
    She took a deep breath, looking for something to say, but before she found anything that wouldn’t get them into trouble, Boone did that for her by asking, “Would you like to dance?”

TWO
     
    “S URE,” SHE SAID, looking down at her skirt before looking back at him, her eyes big and brown, with lashes like a calf’s, or bristles on a broom, or a paintbrush. “But only if you promise not to step on this ridiculous dress.”
    “It’s not ridiculous,” he said, leaving his beer on the bar and offering her his hand. He liked her dress. Liked the buttons straining to hold the front of it closed. He wanted to pop them open, to get rid of her bra, to bury his face between her tits and taste her. She squeezed her fingers around his and he wondered how his calluses felt against her palm, if she’d mind them scraping down her belly. “It’s just long.”
    “Ridiculously long,” she said as he spun her into his arms, her steps kept short by the length of the skirt. She slid her hand from his biceps to his shoulder and held him tight. “I had it in the closet—don’t ask—and thought since I was working tonight, it would be more appropriate than . . .”
    “What Arwen’s wearing?” he asked, though he’d done his best not to notice the other woman’s assets too closely. He couldn’t deny that he’d like to see Everly in the same getup, her tits straining against the laces tying them in place.
    She nodded. “Or what your sister’s got on, though having Casper or Dax hovering might drive me insane.”
    No hovering. He’d remember that. “What did you mean, you’re working tonight?”
    Her laughter punched him in the middle of his chest. “Well, I’m not a working girl, if that’s what you’re asking, though the dress should’ve been a giveaway.”
    “That’s not what I—”
    “I know,” she said before he could get out the rest of his apology. “I tend to babble when I’m nervous.”
    “Are you nervous?” he asked, wondering if he was doing something wrong, or if he was doing everything right. He liked the idea that he might be. “Do I make you nervous?”
    “It’s complicated.” Her hand at his shoulder slid to his neck. Her fingers toyed with the ends of his hair. “Just know I don’t mind that you do.”
    He wasn’t sure what to say to that, but since she wasn’t letting nerves keep her from pressing against him, he moved his hand farther down her back to the swell of her bottom and kept it there, pushing against her when his touch brought up the corner of her mouth. “So. You work at the
Reporter
?”
    “I do,” she said with a nod. “I’ve been there about four years.”
    “Yeah, that’s right. You knew Faith at school.”
    Another nod. “Finance track for her, journalism for me.” She stopped as if considering how much she should say, and he figured she probably knew about the trouble Faith ran into while there. But she seemed to shake it off, getting back to his question. “It’s not quite as challenging, or as exhausting, as my previous job, but