Page 34 of Pure Temptation in Cowboy Boots

“Just unfastening the buttons will help.” In her bedroom she set the vase down and started unbuttoning her blouse. “Ah. I can feel a little breeze from the air conditioner right here, blowing on my bare skin. By the way, did you find any good studs?”

“Uh, yes. No. Maybe. Have you got your blouse off yet?”

“I’m getting there. These buttons aren’t the easiest in the world. I tell you, it’s so warm here, Mac. This little trickle of sweat just rolled down between my breasts. I’ll bet I’d taste really salty right now.”

“You’re...” He cleared his throat. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“What? Taking off my blouse? You bet. Ah, there. That feels so much better.” The joke might be on her. By teasing him, she was becoming incredibly aroused herself.

“What... color is your bra?”

“Ivory.” Her breathing quickened. “Satin mostly, but the cups are a pretty lace. I like it because it hooks in the front, which makes it easier to take off.”

His voice was low and dangerous. “Take it off now.”

“You know, I think I will “ She unfastened it with trembling fingers and released her aching breasts. “It’s... off. Oh, Mac, I wish you were here.”

“Believe me, so do I.”

“The daisies are so beautiful.” She snapped one from its stem. “So soft.” Slowly she drew the petals over her rigid nipples. “I’m stroking my breasts with one of your daisies, Mac.”

He groaned.

“Little bits of yellow pollen are scattered over my breasts and nipples.”

“God, Tess. How am I supposed to stand this?”

“You’ll be here soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

She continued to administer the sweet torture of touching her breasts with the daisy. She pretended it was Mac’s gentle fingers stroking her. “And if it helps, I’m aching right now, too.”

“I hope so.” His breathing rasped in her ear. “You deserve to be absolutely miserable.”

“Are you?”

“Denim doesn’t give real well, if that’s what you mean.”

“Too bad I’m not there to help you.”

“Yeah, isn’t it.”

“I’m going to hang up now, Mac.”

“I guess you’d better.” His voice was tight with strain. “I’m at a public phone at the fairgrounds, and I’ll have to stand here with the receiver to my ear and my back to the folks for a long time.”

“Goodbye, Mac. Think of me.”

“As if I have a choice. Goodbye, you devil woman.”

She broke the connection between them and pressed the daisy against her breast. Sunday night seemed an eternity away.

Chapter Twenty

Mac listened to the soft click that ended the call, but he didn’t put the receiver down. He hadn’t been kidding about the bulge in his pants, and there was no way in hell he could turn around yet. He hadn’t planned on the call turning into an erotic experience, not considering the thousands of times he’d talked to Tess on the phone. Mostly he’d been curious about how she’d handled the delivery of the daisies and if she was pleased with them.

I guess so, MacDougal, if she’s rubbing them over that sweet body of hers. But he had to get that image out of his head or he’d never be able to leave this phone. Tess was amazing. When he’d suggested himself as her summer lover, he’d had no idea what a Pandora’s box he was opening.