He took a step toward the bed. “Let me take off your?—”
“Never mind me. Just locate those condoms you bought last week.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She pulled her tank top over her head only to find he hadn’t moved an inch. He stood frozen in place, his entire focus on her chest.
Ah. She’d forgotten she could immobilize a man with a scooped-neck shirt and lobotomize him if she took it off.
He blinked, shook his head and gave her a sheepish glance. “Sorry. You’re probably sick to death of guys reacting like that.”
He got it? That was new. “Yeah, but you’re the first one who’s apologized. Besides, I ogled you just now. You’re probably sick of that, too.”
He smiled. “No.” Holding her gaze, he came over and sat on the bed. “You were disappointed when I stared. I saw it in your face.”
“Which means you switched gears and looked at my face. That puts you in a different category right there.”
“And I’m looking at your face now.” He slipped his hand under her hair and cupped the back of her neck. “You have world-class breasts, but I want to make love to all of you. Maybe you don’t even like to be touched there.”
“Well…” He was quickly rising above the level of every male she’d ever allowed to kiss her, let alone the few who had been permitted more than that. “I do like it, but not if a man is….”
“Obsessed?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“I promise not to be that man.”
Her heart cherished his promise, cherished it hard. She could fall for this cowboy. She hadn’t factored that in. She’d be wise to do so.
Chapter Nineteen
If Monty had been given time to think about it, he likely would have figured out that zeroing in on Zinnia’s considerable assets was a mistake. That said, her unexpected arrival tonight had turned his brain to limp noodles and taken his cock in the opposite direction. It was a wonder he was making any sense at all.
Yes, he’d been stunned by the sight of her generous, perfectly formed breasts tipped with rosy nipples. And his reaction had marked him as just another unevolved male with a boob fetish.
But judging by the sparkle in her green eyes when she’d urged him to suit up ASAP, not to mention the speed with which she’d wiggled out of her pants, he’d redeemed himself.
He rolled the condom into place and glanced at her. Taking a moment to capture the image, he resisted the urge to pinch himself. So beautiful. She lay on her side, her head propped on her hand, likely so she could watch him complete that operation.
She quickly lifted her gaze. “I just wanted to make sure you put it on right.”
That made him chuckle. “My cock has already lost its fascination for you?”
“Uh, not exactly.” She flushed. “But fair is fair. I don’t want to be a hypocrite.”
“What if I like being ogled?” He slid onto the bed and mirrored her position. “What if it turns me on?”
“Does it?”
“Uh-huh.” Threading his fingers through her hair, he relished the springy texture as he combed it behind her ear. “Your eyes go from emerald green to forest green. That’s sexy.”
Her breath hitched. “Everything about you is sexy.”
“Glad you think so.” Leaning in, he kissed her, keeping it light. Clearly she’d been mauled by clumsy lovers in the past. He didn’t really blame them for losing their cool when presented with her magnificent body.
But he wouldn’t lose his cool. Leaving her tasty mouth, he feathered kisses along her jawline and nuzzled behind her ear. He had a plan.
“Mmm. Let’s get closer.” Putting her arm around his waist, she snuggled in, rolled to her back and brought him with her. “That’s better.”
