Cowgirl Up and Ride

So, AJyou werent pullin my leg last night? She shook her head. You up for some fun and games? Her mouth was so dry she just nodded. Flattered as I am Why me? You gotta know any one of the young guys in here would kill to have a shot at you. AJ broke eye contact and scraped at the label on her beer bottle. Shoot. How was she supposed to answer that without giving herself away? Cords rough hand curled over her wrist and he idly stroked her knuckles. Her stomach jumped again. She glanced up, overwhelmed by the lust in his eyes. Jesus. You have the sexiest mouth Ive ever seen. I cant think beyond tastin that mole by the corner of your lips. Runnin my tongue over it. Kissin every inch of it on the way back to kissin every inch of your mouth. Warning. Dont let him sweet-talk you until you get a chance to speak your piece. She blurted, Do you wanna dance? Not to this. Why not? Because the first time I put my hands on you, I want you close. Real close. Close as we can get with our clothes on without getting kicked out for lewd behavior. The silence between them grew. AJ felt her confidence slipping. This was not the way shed envisioned her night of seduction. Then take charge. She finished the beer and hopped off the barstool. I want your hands on me now, Cord.