Page 42 of Pure Temptation in Cowboy Boots

“You think it’s funny?” She grabbed the packet from him.

“Yes, I think it’s hilarious.” He give her a swift kiss and made a grab for the packet, but she held it out of reach. “Give it here.” He kissed her again. This was sort of fun. Then he started chuckling all over again as he thought about her sitting in her kitchen studiously rolling a condom down a cucumber, over and over, until she got it right.

“I want to show you how good I am!” she protested, ripping the packet open.

“No.” He made another grab but she evaded him. “Come on, Tess. I’m too worked up. If you fumble around you could set me off.”

“I won’t fumble.”

“You will.” He tackled her in earnest, laughing and kissing her everywhere he could reach as he tried to get the condom away from her. In the process he pulled off both her shoes so she wouldn’t injure anything important.

“I’m good at this. Let me do it, Mac.” She used the satin sheets to her advantage, wiggling away from him.

The wrestling match was putting him in even greater danger of exploding, but between sliding around on the sheets and coming into constant contact with Tess’s bare skin, he was having a great, if risky, time of it. He’d always loved wrestling with Tess. “If you don’t hold still and give me that condom, I’m going to tie you to the bedposts,” he warned with a grin as he paused to catch his breath.

“I don’t care.” She was breathing as hard as he was. “The books say that’s fun. Ever done it?”

“No.” He looked down at her, his pulse racing at the vivid picture of her lying spread-eagle on the white bed, silken ties holding her wrists and ankles. He could barely breathe. “I was kidding,” he said hoarsely.

“I wasn’t. That seems like the perfect time for you to use the furry gloves.”

He gazed into her eyes and saw the fire there. “You’d let me do that?”

Her chest heaved with her rapid breathing, making her breasts quiver. “I would let you do that, Mac, because I trust you. And you would let me do the same with you. It would be exciting.”

“Oh, Tess.” He began to tremble as a new picture formed — Tess tying him down and then... trying out all that she’d learned in her books.

“Lie down. Let me put the condom on.”

“All right.” She was messing with his head, making him want to surrender his role of leader again and let her tempt him into all sorts of new and fascinating sensuality. He lay back against the pillows. “But don’t...play around.”

“Don’t worry. I understand your problem.”

“I don’t have a problem! Any guy in this situation would be struggling to keep it together.”

“So you’ve had a good time so far?”

“You don’t even have to ask. I—" He nearly choked as she leaned over him and took his erection into her mouth. “Tess!”

She lifted her head and smiled at him. “Lubrication.” Then she expertly rolled the condom on in less time than he’d ever managed it and lifted her hands like a cowboy in a calf-roping event. “Done.”

Despite her speed, the contact made him gasp and grit his teeth.

“Wasn’t that pretty good?”‘ she asked.

“Sure was.”

“Want me to be on top? I’ve seen pictures of how⁠—”

“No.” He grabbed her and rolled, pinning her to the mattress. Then he reached for the garters and unfastened them. “And it’s time to get rid of these.”

She gazed up at him, her breath shallow and her lips parted in anticipation. “If you say so, macho man.”

“Sometimes a guy has to take charge.” He rolled each stocking down and pulled it off. Then he worked her out of the garter belt and what was left of the panties.

Her cheeks flushed as she lay there under his gaze. “Now do you approve? Am I ready?”

He was so overcome by the picture she made wearing only the daisy chain and the pearl necklace that he could barely speak. He lifted his gaze to hers and swallowed. “You’re perfect,” he said in a tight voice. He swallowed again. “And I should probably let you be on top and in control, since you’ve never done this, but I...don’t want to.”