Page 28 of The Cowboy's Redemption
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Dana
Dana took hishand and allowed herself to be led.
“I’m on the pill. And I passed my last checkup.” She dredged the information out of her head, because safety first, and she wanted to get it out of the way while she could still think.
“I’m clean, too.”
They ended up on the blanket with their unfinished picnic. He tossed the remains in the plastic cooler while she waited, her brain a churning jumble of upended misconceptions. The insides of her thighs tingled while her heart scurried around in her chest.
She’d assumed that she’d be in charge. That he’d do her bidding. That he’d be a considerate but passive lover, favoring a slow burn over a hot flame. His kiss said how mistaken about that she was. She wanted him so badly right now, she didn’t care. She’d always enjoyed sex and the one thing she was sure of was that Levi had put a lot of thought into this.
“We have several options,” he said, proving her right about this much, at least. “We can take the edge off with fast and dirty, which is okay, because then we can slow things down for the rest of the night.”
He took his shirt off as he spoke, and she lost all interest in any other options he might have in mind. He was broader than she’d imagined. More muscular through the chest, with a narrow waist and flat stomach. A thin line of dark hair arrowed into his zippered jeans, drawing her eye and drying her mouth.
“Fast and dirty,” she said quickly. She reached for the buttons on her shirt so she could take hers off, too. She wore the pretty bra and matching thong she’d bought at the lingerie shop and couldn’t wait to see his reaction. Levi was a man who paid attention to detail.
He caught her hands before she could undo more than the top button. “Not that fast. Not until you’ve heard all the options.”
She found herself splayed on her back on the blanket, looking up at the emerging stars, with him kneeling shirtless above her, her legs pinned beneath his and her hands over her head. Her vision spun with the deepening sky.
“Option number two,” he continued, “is that we conduct a bit of mutual exploration. Familiarize ourselves with each other through sight, touch, and taste. Taking turns and keeping things fair, of course.”
She forgot all about the first option. She couldn’t imagine anything she’d like more than exploring what more he had to offer, considering what had been hidden under his shirt. “Option two.”
“I’m leaning toward that option, myself,” he confessed, the hint of a laugh in his voice. “But there’s one more option you should consider before making a final decision.”
He shifted both of her hands into one of his, holding her arms over her head, then tracked the tip of one finger along the curve of her cheek. He pressed another kiss to her lips, along with a firm, deep thrust of his tongue. Bending forward to kiss her had brought a great deal of his hardness to her attention, setting her body on fire at all points of contact. That was all it took for her brain to lose any remaining ability to reason.
“Option three.” He carried on as if unaware she was prostrate with need and ready to weep from frustration. “Three is a combination of options one and two. I take off my clothes, then I take off yours. And as I take yours off, I find all the places you like to be touched, because what excites you, excites me. If I can get all your clothes off without you having an orgasm, then fast and dirty’s back on the table. I’ll even let you choose the position.” He leaned forward so that his mouth was next to her ear as he whispered in it. “But if you do have an orgasm, then once we’re both naked, Lady Dana, the choice of position is mine.”
Chapter Nine
Dana
She liked theway he said Lady Dana. As if there was nothing ladylike about her at all, which was good, because she had no intentions of being a lady tonight.
And she was curious—verycurious—as to how much of a gentleman he planned to be.
Her brain entered the spirit of the game he proposed with the same enthusiasm her body displayed. It coaxed her to prolong the pleasure. To calm down and think. She had three options to choose from, and those were for starters. They were good ones, too.
Her brain had some suggestions, however. “For option three… I can look all I want while you take your clothes off?”
He smiled, as if expecting nothing less than rapt admiration from her. “Of course.”
“And if I want you to slow down so I can really appreciate what I see?”
His smile widened. “Then I’ll slow down.”
He’d always had a solid degree of self-confidence, but she hadn’t dreamed it might extend to the areas where she planned to stretch it.
“I’m not allowed to touch anything I particularly admire though, am I correct?” she said.
“That’s right.”
“But what if I want to watch while you touch yourself?”
