Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(28)

“Because I’m not interested in anyone but you.”


Tension thickened the air.


How was it possible she was more alluring than he’d remembered? She’d donned the wig

again, but her make-up wasn’t as severe. Her facial structure was a study in

contrasts, wide angular lines that emphasized her dainty feminine features. Apple

cheeks, big hazel eyes framed by long, dark lashes, an upturned nose. She looked soft

and angelic, except for her mouth. Goddamn those pillowy lips were made for nights of

red-hot sin.


“You skipped out last night.” Ben placed his hand over hers to stop her nervous

finger tapping. “But you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”


“I don’t have the foggiest idea what that means.”


It means you’re mine tonight.


She squirmed as if he’d said those words aloud.


He kissed her palm. “It means you and I are about to swap bracelets.”


Those bewitching hazel eyes widened.


“Don’t look so surprised. That’s why you came back, isn’t it? You’re curious about

how it’ll be with me.”


“And scared,” she added softly.


He stilled. “You’re scared of me?”


“A little. I’m more scared of my reaction to you. You’re just so…different from any

man I’ve ever been with. I mean, look at you.” She touched him then, without

conscious thought.


He studied her eyes as the tips of her fingers explored his face. Gently sweeping over

his cheekbones. Tracing his jaw from the bottom of his earlobe to the dent in his chin.

Innocent caresses that instantly gave him a hard-on.


“Such a stern look on such a handsome face,” she murmured as her thumb outlined his

lower lip. “I prefer your heart-stopping smiles to your scowls. But I imagine I won’t

see many smiles from you tonight, will I?”


Lightning fast, Ben trapped her face between his hands. “You’ll see plenty of smiles

from me tonight.” He pressed his mouth to hers, letting the kiss linger, but not

taking it deeper.


A delicate shiver rippled through her. When she attempted to retreat, he let her.


“It’s time.” He removed the white bracelet and slid it across the table.


She removed the gold bracelet and exchanged it for the white one.


“Now. Let’s talk about hard limits,” he said.


“No other players.”


“Understood.”


“No public scenes between us.”


That put a kink in his kinky plans. “You’re sure?”


“I’m positive.”


“How do you know you won’t like it until you’ve tried it?” he countered.


She shook her head. “That’s a hard limit. No exceptions.”


“Fine. What else?”


“No anal.”


“Have you ever experimented with it?”


Two bright pink spots appeared on her cheekbones. “No. And I don’t want to start

tonight.”


“Okay. What about bondage?”


“Yes, because I assume you know what you’re doing with ropes and such?”