Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2) (11 page)

             
Don’t you think he might believe this to be a little forward, Emily?

             
Her conscience’s question fell dead to her ears when she registered John’s strong arms wrapping around her body, placing the palm of one hand on the back of her head and the other palm against the middle of her back. The sensation alone chased away any other thought besides that of enjoying and savoring the moment she was experiencing.

             
Another soft breath escaped from her mouth, and danced across a side of his throat along with her voice whispering out just one word in a slightly shaky tone.

             
“John…”

Chapter  Seventeen

              John’s heart nearly broke from hearing how Emily whispered his name and her arms clung around the back of his neck in a grip that told him all he needed to know about how she was feeling at the moment.

             
My sweet…dear…precious Emily. You have nothing to worry or fear now…I am here.

             
He slowly closed his eyes, and held onto her a little more firmly, pulling her further into his embrace and pressing their front sides against one another with no space between the two of them at all. John listened to the soft sound of her letting out a soft sigh before he registered the sensation of her breath tickling against the nape of his neck.

             
The mixture of her curvaceous body pressing against his muscular one, the soft brushing of her breath dancing across his neck, and the gentle sound of her voice whispering out his name in a way that sounded not only innocent but sensual to a degree. The combination of all three started to do a number on his restraint, and have his hormones to slowly begin to build a fire to get it really going.

             
Easy now…I don’t want to rush into it with Emily. After all…WE have the whole night to spend with each other.

             
A faint smile moved across his face as he thought about the prospect of getting to spend the rest of the evening with her, and taking his time with romancing her like he originally planned on.

             
Slowly, John pulled his body back just enough to focus on her. One of his hands left the backside of her body to tilt her head up in order to gaze into her gorgeous brown eyes. The sight of her relief there brought his smile more to the surface so that she may see it.

             
“You have nothing to worry about, Emily.” He whispered, soft and huskily. “I am here now for you…and Johnathon will not be bothering us now from here on out.”

             
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Emily asked. Her concern she had for him prior to coming up to him rose to the surface in her voice, as well as in her gaze that she was trying to blink the tears out of at the moment. “Johnathon didn’t do anything-“

             
“He didn’t have a chance to do any real damage to me, darling.” John turned towards where his opponent lied on the ground in an unconscious and lifeless state with his arms and legs spread out to his sides. His smile turned into a smirk for a moment while his gaze fixated on him. “As you can see…He is not going to be doing much of anything else from here on out.”

             
“What are we going to do with him though? He is going to wake up at some point, and I don’t want him to be around here when that happens-“

             
“I will take care of the punk you two.”

             
The sound of a third voice caught his attention, and brought it in the direction he had come from. John found himself looking upon none other than Bob Denny, the town’s sheriff, walking up with a pair of handcuffs in one of his hands and wearing one of his best suits for the party that night.

             
“Thank you, Sheriff Denny.” John said, appreciatively, towards the middle aged man as he moved towards Johnathon, and proceeded to roll him over on his back. His eyes watched him bring his arms around, and start to handcuff him on the spot while he used his arm that was draped around Emily’s back to hold her to one of his sides closer.

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              “What are you planning to do with him, Sheriff?” Emily asked, curiously. Even though her voice sounded very relieved at him being there to step in and arrested him, she still wanted to know what was going to happen around her if it involved her or someone she knew at all.

             
“I am going to haul his ass straight down to the precinct, and have him locked up for disrupting the peace, attempting to assault you, Miss Withers, and threatening to endanger your life, as well as the lives of those that are here tonight.” Sheriff Denny spoke with a slightly gruff sound to his voice as he used his strong physique to lift Johnathon up enough to where he had a slight hold on him in order to carry him to a degree. “By the time he wakes up…The only view he is going to be having will be that of iron bars, and the only person he is going to have in the area to talk with or even mess around with will be another prison in jail.”

             
A smile danced across her face at the thought of her ex-boyfriend waking up in a jail cell with one, two, or maybe even three men in the same room with him. That would certainly be an eye opening experience for him, and make him think twice about coming and messing around with her.

             
Emily watched Sheriff Denny start to walk off in a direction with his hands dragging Johnathon behind him to an extent before her attention moved over to where she had last seen her grandmother being attended to.

             
No longer sitting, Belle stood amongst several of her friends, reassuring them that she was perfectly fine and showing no sign of her being injured at all from what the party crasher had attempted to do to her in that short span of time.

             
She eased herself from John’s side, and moved towards her direction. Her curvaceous frame moved amongst the men, women, and children that were in the area, and right up to where her grandmother was now amongst good company.

             
“Grandmother,” Emily asked, “how are you feeling?” Her voice trembled on its way out due to an overwhelming amount of concern she possessed for her relative that chose to put herself on the line in order to save her from being knocked down like she had been. “Do you need me to call a doctor or an ambulance-“

             
“Hell no, I don’t need any doctor or ambulance to come here and check on me, Emily.” Belle stated to her with a proud, confident tone in her southern voice. “I am feeling very good at the moment and don’t see a reason for me being taken off to some doctor's office or hospital room when there is a party going on here, and everyone is enjoying themselves too much for it to come to an end.”

             
“Are you sure about this, granny? If you are hurt, I need to-“

             
“Stop worrying about this old woman, Emily, and focus on having some fun tonight.” Belle glanced in the direction behind her, and smiled from ear to ear as a chuckle escaped into her voice. “Besides…I believe that you have someone wanting some of your attention right now.”

             
Catching wind of what she was suggesting, she turned around, and noticed a smoldering look of sensuality deep within John’s eyes for her. The sight caused her own hormones to go wild with a need for him even though she struggled to keep them lock down due to the situation she was in at the moment.

             
Emily managed to look back at Belle long enough to see her going in the direction of the DJ before she turned her attention towards an approaching John.

             
“How is she holding up?” John asked, softly.

             
“She is tough for an old woman…but I still think she needs to take it easy after getting speared like that in her stomach.”

             
“Belle will be all right, Emily.”

             
“I hope so-“

             
Before she could finish her sentence to him, her ears picked up on the music for “T-R-O-U-B-L-E” started to play out of the speaker system. Emily looked around her, and found people moving onto the dance floor that was close to them.

             
This is really strange. I saw this in the daydream I had earlier. I wonder if it is going to follow suit with John and I-

             
She was yanked out of her train of thought by the sensation of one of John’s hands wrapping around one of hers. Her eyes moved to the side of her body he was on, and found him to be looking at her with a smile that dripped with a sincere playful side to him. The visual brought a smile dancing across her face while her ears picked up on the sound of his deep, southern voice.

Chapter Eighteen

             
“I believe it’s time…that this country boy shows you how we dance down here in Oleander.”

             
A playful growl escaped into his voice as he whispered to her in a way that only she could hear it, and sense the intense sensual side that he possessed for her and only her.

             
With his strong hand wrapped one of her smaller ones, John pulled Emily towards the center of the dance floor with a look of determination in his eye, and a desire for her curvaceous body to match it. He turned around to face her only to twirl her around a few times before pulling her body against his.

             
She fits so snug and perfectly against me right now…Her curves fit mine like a glove.

             
There was no doubt that he was becoming immensely turned on by how their bodies pressed against one another in a way to keep little to no space between them. The sensation of her round, firm breasts pressing against his chest through her dress, and the lower parts of their bodies tightly pressed together only made the fires he possessed deep inside to burn much more than they had before she entered his life.

             
Remember where you are at, John.
His conscience whispered at him, slipping into the background and watching all that was going down.
You are not exactly in the best of places to do what is on your mind at the moment.

             
The voice inside of his mind was indeed correct about that one thing. The crowded dance floor was no place for the kind of ‘moment’ he wanted to have with his fiery angel from Houston.

             
In an attempt to keep his raging hormones at bay and to calm his racing heart, John took a step back from her, and placed her hands on him to where they both were in a waltzing position. He returned his focus onto that of her eyes as his tall frame proceeded to dance the floor at an energetic pace.

             
Gazing back at him, Emily grinned from ear to ear and started to giggle as she kept the pace up with him. She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and didn’t mind showing him that at all with so many people around them.

             
Finding her to be enjoying what he was doing with her, John started to become a little more daring with their fast paced waltz by spinning her around his entire body for a few moments before pulling her back to him, and having them to spin together for a brief span of time. The entire time he was showing her his dancing prowess, his inner voice caught the sound of Emily giggling much more with enjoyment and amusement pouring from her mouth.

             
You are doing a fantastic job, John.
His conscience was sincerely surprised at capturing how happy he managed to make his date feel, but glad that he was doing so well at the same time.
Keep this up, and you will be sweeping her off of her feet…and into your bed before this night is through.

             
His conscience’s praise and comment gave his hormones some extra fuel. The idea of him picking her up, and tossing her onto his bed back at his home was very…very tempting.

             
Bringing himself back to reality, John caught wind of the song reaching its grand final climax, and knew the perfect way to end the dance with her that would really knock her socks off. He spun her out one more time before twirling her back to him. His arms caught a hold of her as he dipped her down low to the ground, and brought his face a few inches from hers as the last few beats of the song played out.

             
Nice move, John.

             
With the song now done, the sounds of people clapping from how they danced and his inner voice showing him complete support faded into the background. All that he was focused on at the moment was the beauty in his embrace. Maintaining the eye contact with her, John kept her dipped down towards the ground as he flashed a charming smile in her direction, and whispered out a question to her in a sensual voice.