Page 40 of Pure Temptation in Cowboy Boots

He stood, hands on hips, and lifted his eyebrows, clearly indicating it was her turn.

She applied pressure to the clasp and it gave way, but she held it closed as she reached up and slid one shoulder strap down. Then she slid the other strap down. Slowly, slowly she allowed the garment to part and fall away, leaving only the pearl necklace and his daisies. The chain of flowers caught on one nipple, causing it to pucker. Instinct prompted her to brush the daisy chain across her other nipple, arousing it, too.

His gaze darkened and he sucked in a breath.

She paused and flicked her glance toward his belt.

His attention never left her breasts as he eased the buckle open and pulled the belt slowly from the loops. “Now touch them,” he whispered.

Her heartbeat ratcheted up another notch. Sliding both hands up her rib cage, she cradled the weight of her breasts, lifting them as if in offering. Then she drew her thumbs down over the nipples, caressing herself.

“Oh, Tess.” His hands shook as he unfastened his jeans.

The effect of sliding her thumbs over her breasts while he watched was incredible. Sensation poured downward to the juncture of her thighs, pooling and throbbing there, demanding satisfaction. Now she knew what fulfillment felt like, and she wanted it again.

He shoved jeans and boxers away, no longer measuring his movements.

The sight of his aroused body brought a quiet moan from her lips. Her desire had a shape now, as instinct made her aware of a hollowness that ached for what he could provide. More than release, she wanted to be filled.

He came to the edge of the bed. “You said you’d feed me.”

“Yes.” Her breathing was quick and shallow. “Whatever you want.”

“That’s good to hear.” His voice was husky as he put a knee on the satin sheets. “I see what I want.” He gently moved her hand aside and replaced it with his own.

At the remembered touch, her heart thundered in her chest. “Is there... anything I can do?”

“Arch your back,” he murmured.

She did, lifting her breasts.

He used his teeth to lift the daisies away. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, she gasped with the realization that she was nearly at the point of climax.

He’d had to coax her before, but no longer. Apparently this time she’d need only the fantasy they created in this room to become a wild woman. She hoped Mac was ready for that.

Chapter Twenty-Five

For three days Mac had been dreaming about Tess’s body. To taste and caress her breasts, to kiss and nibble and suck to his heart’s content, was heaven. As the tempo of her breathing quickened, he lightened his touch, not wanting to bring her to the brink too fast. They had hours to enjoy each other. And besides, he knew where he wanted to be when she climaxed this time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

“You, too.” She ran her hands over his chest, brushing his nipples until they became as taut as the rest of him. She reached lower.

“Not yet.” He drew back, knowing he couldn’t tolerate her hands on him there until he was more in control. He teased the daisy chain over her skin, tinged rose by the lamps, and caused her to flush even pinker. Pollen scattered over her breasts and he licked it off. Then he took the pearl in his teeth.

Still fondling her breasts, he eased up and transferred the pearl to her mouth. As it lay against her tongue, he toyed with it with his own tongue in a blatantly suggestive way. He wondered if she knew what he was telling her, if she understood what he had in mind. If not, she would find out very soon. He was hungry for her.

With one last flick of his tongue over the pearl, he lifted it from her mouth and eased downward, depositing it, moist and shining, in the valley between her breasts. “Do you know what I want now?” he whispered against her skin.

“I... think I do.”

“Are you ready for that?”

Her breathing grew ragged. “If you are.”

“I crave you. All of you.”

Her breath caught. “But I... might go crazy.”