Page 19 of Pure Temptation in Cowboy Boots

“I don’t believe you. Are you going to tell me what it was?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want to know what I dreamed?” When he didn’t answer, she smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes. We’d gone out for ice cream at Creamy Cone one summer night, and mine was melting all over the place, and you’d forgotten to get napkins, like you always do.”

“Not always.”

“Most of the time. Anyway, I was a mess, and I didn’t want to go home like that, so you decided the only solution was to lick the ice cream off me. We’d magically gotten down to the river by that time, and we were sitting on the sand in our special place. You started cleaning me up, like a cat would, and then... you started kissing me instead of licking, and.. then you took my clothes off...” She wondered how much detail to include, but she felt dishonest leaving anything out.

“You kissed my breasts,” she continued quickly, “and I said I was surprised you wanted to do that. You said you’d always wanted to, and you kissed them some more, and then you kissed me... all over.” She decided to leave some details to his imagination. “Then right at the moment you were finally going to... well, you know... I woke up.”

Her heart was pounding by the time she finished, and she had total recall of what she’d felt like in that dream, all warm and melting like the ice cream. She was definitely in the mood for a kiss. For more than a kiss.

Mac stopped the truck and switched off the lights and the engine. “That’s... quite a dream.” His voice sounded strained.

“Now you tell me yours.”

“Maybe later.”

“Was it anything like mine?”

“No.”

She sat in the truck as the silence grew more and more intense between them. The air-conditioning was off, but the outside heat hadn’t penetrated the cab yet. The warmth she felt was all coming from inside her, and she was ready to do something about it, but she didn’t know whether she should make a move or let Mac be the first one. From the corner of her eye, she could see him sitting there, staring into space. He seemed hypnotized. At last she decided to say something. “What next?”

“Give me a minute. Then we’ll take the blanket in the back.”

She peered at him. “Are you feeling sick or something?”

“No, I’m feeling aroused.”

“You are?” She glanced down at his jeans but it had become too dark to see much. “Cool. Was it my dream that turned you on?”

“Sure was. But then you probably knew that would happen, after all your reading about fantasies.”

“No, I didn’t.” She felt thrilled with herself. “I wondered if you’d laugh.”

He groaned. “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do, then.”

“Then you... really want me, right now?”

He looked over at her. “Yeah. I really do. What a surprise, huh?”

“Oh, Mac.” She put a hand against her racing heart. “That makes me feel so good.”

He gave her a slow smile. “I guess this isn’t going to be as difficult as we thought.”

She smiled back. “I guess not. Want me to put the blanket in the back and wait for you?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m okay now.”

“Are you ever going to tell me your dream?”

He took off his hat and laid it on the dash. “Not right now. It’s a little more graphic than yours.”

“And you said you didn’t remember!”

“I’ve tried my damnedest to forget all about it. I thought I had, until you started talking about dreams.” He opened his door. “Stay there. I’ll come around and help you out. I don’t want you stepping on a snake in those sandals.”