Texas Size Passion (A Cowboy's Heart Book 2) (8 page)

             
God…damn it is cold out here!

             
The impact of the change in temperature made Emily struggle to move but gave her enough leeway to where she was able to cross the floor over to where a white cotton robe was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Her hands worked quickly to let the towel she had on fall off, and grab the more warm looking material off of the hook it was on before slipping her arms inside of them.

             
Come on, Emily! You have to get this on if you don’t want to turn into a human goose bump!

             
Her body had already started to get covered in little bumps due to the change in the room’s heat, but she didn’t want in any way shape or form to have her entire being covered in them for it would cause her to lack the ability to properly walk away from where she was standing.

             
Managing to get the robe on her, Emily used her hands to bring the fabric around in front of her completely closed before tying the cotton sash that hung around her waist in front with enough firmness that it would keep it from opening up and showing off her naked form. She let out a soft sigh of relief and contentment from the feeling of the fabric being around her, and shielding her from the cold that had been wreaking havoc on her body.

             
Ah…That feels very nice.

             
A relaxed smile danced across her face from feeling the warmth of the robe causing the goose bumps to slowly disappear away from her. She walked over to the mirror and sink in the room, and picked up where her hair brush was nestled on the edge of the sink. Her right hand moved it over her wet hair, working its magic to straighten it out and get the strands of it to be free of any tangles that could be there. Emily brushed it for a few moments before she placed it down.

             
Well…This phase in the process is completed. Now, it is time to focus on the next step that is necessary for me to complete my preparation.

             
Her body stood before the mirror wet but cleaned of any dirt that had been there beforehand. The next step she needed to take was putting on her clothes for the party that would be taking place behind her summer home, and making sure they looked perfect on her before she stepped a single foot outside of the building.

             
Emily looked at herself for a few more moments before she turned away from the large, oval mirror standing before her, and headed over to the closed bathroom door that would lead her into her bedroom.

             
Time for me to kick things up a notch, and get myself looking in a way that will truly take John’s breath away when he sets his eyes on me upon arriving to the party.

             
A shy smile danced across her face from the visual of her stealing his breath away just by the way she was dressed, and how she was presenting herself. The thought of doing it alone was enough to give her confidence a much needed boost from where it was.

             
Reaching the door to the room, Emily wrapped her right hand around the door knob, and gave it a pull, opening it up in a gentle yet fluid motion. She moved herself over the threshold of it, and pulled the door closed behind on her way from that room to the next.

Chapter Twelve

              John walked back inside of his room after having got done in the shower, and closed the heavy wooden door behind him. His tall physique only had on a simple white cotton towel tied together by a knot on one of his hips. Several beads of water trailed down the front of his strong chest and dripping from the bottom of his thick hair, and running down his strong back.

             
Let me see about how my clothes I picked out for tonight is going to look on me, and if it is going to be enough to have Emily wanting more from me.

             
He waited until he reached where his body was standing in front of the large mirror on his dresser before his hands removed towel around him, and showing off the rest of his naked physique. His hands worked the towel over his hair, soaking up some beads of water that were still nestled in his hair before sliding it over the rest of his body, drying off any water that was on it that could make a wet spot appear on the clothes he had out to wear that night.

             
With water to be nestled inside of the towel, John threw it over to a corner of the room and turned his attention to where his dresser was. His hands pulled open the top drawer, and reached in to where a pair of black boxers were nestled on top of the rest of his underwear.

             
Why don’t you wear a pair of your briefs?
His conscience asked, curiously.
Since you are going to be having Emily in your company tonight, shouldn’t you be wearing something that will be less trouble for you to remove when things get a little more…heated between the two of you?

             
His heart nearly stopped from the question that was brought to him by his conscience since the mere suggestion of putting on something that was more provocative and alluring underneath his more normal style of clothing in case of something happening between Emily and himself was causing images to form in his head of them in a more…intimate and private setting.

             
Forcing those thoughts away from his mind, John managed to ease his long legs through the designated holes of the black boxers before using his hands to pull the band up to rest at his hips. He waited until they were fixed just right before he snapped back at his conscience in a frustrated growl.

             
Can you please not talk like that right now?!

             
He made his way over to the bed, and took up his denim jeans first into his hands. His hands held onto the waistband of them just like he did with his boxers, and slipped each leg inside of them before they move around the front to bring the two sides together in order for the button and zipper to become closer to one another.

             
This is not really the best time for you to be talking to me about sexual or even remotely sensual stuff!

             
And why not?

             
You know why not! Not only do I have a party to get going to…but I have an attractive woman who is going to be waiting for me there that I intend to romance off of her feet, and having an erection before I get there is not really the best thing at the moment!

             
Securing the zipper and button, John snatched up his top that was nestled on top of the bedding, and slid his arms through the sleeves of them with ease and precision, not faltering for a single moment. He flipped the collar down with a flick of his wrists while the top was wide open, and exposing his still glistening muscular chest.

             
I don’t see anything wrong with you being a little turned on before you get to the dance.
His conscience begun to whisper to him in a teasing manner, playing with him about the subject at hand.
You never know…It could add a little excitement to the atmosphere.

             
No! I am not going to let myself be revved up before I even have the chance to take Emily out on the floor for a single dance…If I do get aroused at the event, it will because of my own doing and not because of you putting thoughts and images inside of my head.

             
If you have those thoughts and images already…It is not really me doing it then.

             
John rolled his eyes out of frustration from his conscience playing with him now, and not letting him have a single moment to himself to clear his head, and relax before heading out for a long night of drinking and dancing, as well as other things, with Belle’s beautiful grand-daughter.

             
Forgoing the conversation, his hands buttoned the shirt up with enough space left at the top so he could breathe comfortably before tucking the bottom into the top of his pants. He made his way back over to his dresser, took up his brush, and moved it through his mane of thick, black hair, quickly and efficiently. His eyes never left his reflection, wanting to make sure that he was getting every inch of his hair just right.

             
There we are…Now for the finishing touch.

             
John placed the brush down, and took up his denim cowboy hat. His right hand placed it on top of his hair at just the right spot and moment to finish the outfit and complete the look. A charming smile danced across his face as he looked upon his own form from where he was.

             
Perfect…There is only one thing left to do now to make this night even better.

             
He walked away from the large mirror on his dresser, and headed for the door to his bedroom. His deep voice hummed a melody on his way out, and towards the stairs while thoughts of Emily and him dancing up a storm filled his head.

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              Opening her bedroom door, Emily moved herself out into the second floor hallway with her hair only remaining slightly damp from where it hung down her shoulders and aback. Her curvaceous frame caused the skirt of her red and maroon patterned dress for the evening to sway side to side, hovering over her knee caps.

             
Well…Here goes nothing.

             
She pulled her door behind her, and moved in the direction of the staircase. Her dark brown, leather cowgirl boots made light, thudding sounds with each step that she made in the direction she was heading in. Slowly, Emily brought her hands in front of her as she continued to move, and clung to them a bit out of a growing sensation of nervousness sprouting from deep within her.

             
Calm yourself down, Emily.
Her conscience whispered to her, speaking in a gentle, caring tone.
Everything will be all right tonight for you. There is nothing to be afraid about.

             
I am not so sure.
Emily moved herself to the top of the stairs, and started to walk down them, slowly, in the direction of the ground floor while she maintained the conversation with it.
At first, I was feeling very confident about tonight before I even got into the shower once I placed my clothes for tonight out on the bed.

             
And now?

             
Emily brought herself to a complete stop close to the bottom of the stairs due to the question that was proposed to her. She turned, and leaned her head against the wall closest to her prior to closing her eyes.

             
I am not sure what has changed…but all I know is that I am very nervous about his evening.

             
Maybe it is because of John.

             
John? What does John have to do with this?

             
He has everything to do with this.

             
I am not quite sure-

             
Emily…When was the last time you went out with a man as kind, strong, caring, and passionate as he is?

             
She had never met a man like John before. He stood out amongst all the ones she had encountered in her life to that point. Her conscience was right once more. He is the first man that has all of those qualities, and can turn her to putty with just a look from his piercing gaze or a brief, sensual kiss from his mouth to hers.

             
John is the first man that has come into my life, and shown me things that I didn’t think still existed in the world today.

             
That’s right…

             
What are you getting at?

             
It is the fact that he is the first, real good man to show sincere interest in you that is making you curious about the whole idea of meeting him at the dance going on outback tonight.

             
Once more…She had to give her conscience credit. Her feelings of her nervousness had been brought about by the fact that she was going to be in the company of the first really decent guy to walk into her life.

             
Opening her eyes, Emily picked up on the sound of muffled music playing behind the house. She removed herself from the stairs, and headed into the kitchen where a large window was nestled over the sink that showed the whole backyard.

             
Through the glass pane, the sight of the plain backyard that had been there changed into that of a scene of a honky tonk dance that could only be found in either a country based movie or in a country music video. There were some people dancing with one another to the music blasting out of the speakers close to the DJ’s booth while the others were either moving about the edge of the floor close to the refreshment table or sitting at the smaller round ones with others, laughing and talking amongst themselves.