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Waiting for Snow (Sparks in Texas)(8)
Author: Mari Carr

Adele nodded. “Cold beer sounds great. It’s hot in here.”

“Yeah. We got a popular band playing tonight. They always bring in a big crowd. They’re on a break right now, but that should be over soon.” Belinda smiled. “Hope y’all came ready to dance.”

Adele glanced in Porter’s direction, recalling exactly how deadly dancing with him was to her libido.

“I got a feeling Addie will let me take her for a spin or two,” he said to Belinda, though his eyes were locked with Adele’s.

“I hate to commit this early. Haven’t had a chance to look around to see if I might get a better offer,” she teased, pretending to play hard to get.

The truth was…there was definitely not going to be a better offer, and Porter could take her for a spin on more than the dance floor.

Tonight had been—hands down—the best date she’d been on in forever. Maybe ever.

Porter had picked her up promptly at six, opening the passenger side door to his truck for her and then even reaching over to snap her seat belt in place. She’d wanted to tell him she was perfectly capable of fastening it herself, but she’d been too turned on by the sheer…hmmm…she didn’t think dominance was the word as much as protective. Either way, the simple gesture had been hot as hell.

She was an independent woman who sure as shit didn’t need a guy taking care of her or protecting her, but damn if it didn’t push a few dozen fuck-me-now buttons just the same.

A few of the guys she’d dated after breaking things off with Keith, and prior to Nick, had been macho, arrogant assholes, who hadn’t opened doors and felt like she “owed them” simply because they’d paid for dinner. None of those jerks had gotten a second date—not that they’d asked—when she informed them that she wasn’t putting out just because they’d bought her a freaking burger.

She’d had several days to contemplate her date with Porter, and she was surprised to realize she wasn’t suffering the usual pre-date jitters that she usually experienced the first time she went out with a guy. She didn’t have to worry about what they would talk about, and she knew whatever she wore would be just fine because he wasn’t hung up on clothes or appearances. He’d even called her ass sexy the other night, something she was definitely sure it wasn’t.

Or at least, she’d never considered it sexy until Porter said it.

They’d had a great time at dinner, laughing and talking about all the people they knew in common, reminiscing over days past. Porter loved Maris every bit as much as she did. Hell, maybe more. It had been a fun walk down memory lane, and Porter—given the fact he was older—even managed to tell her some stories she’d never heard before.

Belinda brought back their beers and Porter lifted his bottle, tapping it against hers. “Here’s to those who’ve seen us at our best and seen us at our worst and can’t tell the difference.”

“Hear, hear!” Adele added, laughing.

They each took a sip, then turned to glance at the stage as the band resumed their places. They started playing a slow, country ballad, and Porter gave her a cocky grin as he stood up and held his hand out to her.

“Come on, Addie. I’ve been waiting all night to get my arms around you.”

She stood up, placing her hand in his. He led them to the dance floor, chiseling out a small section just for them.

Now, like all the other times they’d danced together, Porter wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to him, and moved nice and slow, swaying to the beat. The world melted away around them as she placed her cheek on his chest and got lost in his arms. She liked his strength and his confidence, and the way he hummed along with the music.

There was nothing better on the planet than dancing with Porter. As the song came to an end, she lifted her head, ready to offer him a smile and her thanks.

Porter had other things in mind. The second her eyes met his, he was there, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was as hot as it was gentle. It didn’t last more than a few seconds, but it packed a punch.

When they broke apart, he held her gaze. “Wanna head back to the table or keep dancing?”

The band was playing a faster tune, one that wasn’t conducive to her simply swaying in his arms. At least at the table, she could instigate a game of footsie.

“Table.”

The night had been so damn perfect and as more time passed, she felt certain that if she went home with Porter, if the sex with him lived up to all the gossip, she was going to be seriously screwed come morning when her one night in his bed was over.

Regardless, if he asked her to spend the night with him…she was going to say yes.

Actually, she was going to say hell yes.

She wanted Porter with a need that was becoming downright painful, and horniness was definitely winning the race against practicality and pragmatism at the moment.

He placed his arm around her, his large hand resting at the small of her back, and led her off the dance floor. They’d only managed a few steps through the crowd before his hand drifted just a little bit lower and he swatted her ass playfully.

Or at least, he probably thought it was playful. All it really did was send her mind straight to the gutter. She was going to have to fight hard to resume her seat at the booth rather than bend over the table and invite him to spank her like he meant it.

Yeah. She was a goner.

There was no way she was going to deny herself this night with him. She’d had way too many fantasies about the cowboy not to see if the real deal lived up to all the press.

She wanted him, and he’d made it pretty clear tonight that he wanted her too.

Adele had offered him that lame excuse about not wanting to mess up the friendship, but she knew that wasn’t a true danger. Neither of them was prone to that sort of drama.

If she could manage to keep her growing feelings for him under control, there was no reason they couldn’t spend tonight in each other’s arms and then, in the morning, they’d return to the same comfortable, easy friendship they had come to enjoy lately.

She was an adult.

She could do this.

Probably.

Maybe.

They were halfway to their booth when she spotted her cousin, Tyson, and his significant others, Harley and Caleb, sitting together at a table nearby. They waved them over.

“I thought that was you, Adele,” Tyson said, rising to give her a quick hug before holding out his hand to shake. “Good to see you, Porter. Y’all out on a date?”

Adele grinned, even as she waved and said, “Yep. Hey, Harley. Hey, Caleb.”

Harley and Caleb smiled and said hello to Porter as well.

Chances were damn good that by the time she got to work tomorrow afternoon, everyone in her family would know she’d been out on the town with Porter Cormack. She’d joked with Porter that there were no secrets in Maris, and that was accurate. Primarily because it was her family sharing all the gossip at the restaurant.

Porter drew her close and even pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. “Finally wore her down,” he said. “Convinced her she’s been dating idiots.”

She expected Tyson to laugh, but instead he nodded. “You’re not kidding, man. Still trying to figure out why she’d say yes to a date with Doug Milligan.”

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