Page 38 of A Cowboy's Trust
“You seem onboard with our date.” Tansy waited until he met her eyes then deliberately dropped her own gaze to the tenting in his trunks. “Ifthat’sany indication.”
His cock hardened even farther. “I have a whole lot of ideas. Reallygoodideas.”
She grinned. “Hold that thought. Here’s the second thing you need to know. We’re sharing a mud bath.”
Images of her naked under his hands vanished…replaced with confusion. Not enough to completely make his erection flag, but clarification would help. “That stuff ladies put on their faces?”
“Sometimes.” She held a hand to him, and he took it willingly, stepping into the wading pool thing with her. “Third thing. We are not having sex today.”
He stroked a hand up her forearm and over the curve of her bare shoulder. “That’s okay. I mean, I’d like to, but going slow is fine.”
“No, going slow sucks,” Tansy complained. “Turns out spontaneity is good for some things, but not the timing of sexy-time dates with period schedules. And while sex is not always off-limits when I’m on my period, that’s not what I want for our first time.”
Jake laughed. “Okay. Does that mean the planner in this relationship gets a bonus point for being able to time our next date during a period-free time frame?”
“You get a point for not freaking out when I mentioned my period.”
Yeah. He knew what she was talking about. He shrugged. “Our stepdad knocked the embarrassment out of us good when we were teens, explaining more than the health videos in biology class. Jeff said if we didn’t know how females were built, including the day to day reality of menses, hormones, and societal expectations, we had no right going near the enticing parts for fun.”
She guided him to the lower edge of the pool, laughing the entire time. “Your dad was a rock star.”
“He really was.”
Jake’s feet to his knees were immersed in warm water. Not hot enough to make him sweat, but enough to be aware the water was there. It was like sitting in an upside down layer cake. His feet on the bottom, hips resting on the middle layer. The pots rested on the top layer, about rib height on him.
Tansy crawled over his lap, knees resting on the tiles on either side of his hips. “Thanks for being understanding.”
“Screw that.” Jake cupped her face in his hands. “You’re here. I’m here. We’re both barely dressed, and I’m about to touch your gorgeous body. I’m already having a fucking great time.”
She stroked her hands over his shoulders, gaze following the tickling caress as a mischievous smile twisted her lips. “The mud bath needs explaining because we got in this afternoon as guinea pigs. Petra’s brother Zach and his bestie are the thinker types. Turns out when they went excavating for some new building here on the ranch, they found ashes from a volcanic eruption that happened over seven thousand years ago.”
“Ah, the plot thickens. Literally. The mud involves these ashes?” Jake asked, slowly smoothing his hands down her waist.
“Mount Mazama is about to be all over you,” Tansy agreed. “We’ll have to report back in twenty-four hours if we had any adverse reactions, but so far, they’ve tested and tried it a bunch on themselves and had no problems.”
Jake teased his fingers along her bikini bra straps. “I have one concern. This bikini ismake my jaw droppretty. I’d hate to see it get stained from ancient volcanic muck.”
Her grin widened. “Breast man, are you?”
“All of you, every inch. That’s my current obsession,” he corrected, tugging gently on the strings. “I won’t go near your pussy if that’s off-limits but give me these.”
She took a long slow breath as if considering hard before nestling in closer and breathing her answer in his ear. “When you have the time, you’re welcome to strip me naked.”
Which meant ASAP as far as he?—
Tansy kissed him, and all plans and agendas except her lips on his went out the window. With warm skin under his palms, Jake stroked and petted the smooth skin on her back as he tangled his tongue with hers. The weight of her in his lap was barely there, yet everything. He sucked her tongue, and she gasped. He tugged at her bikini top ties, and the fabric scraps hung between them as he held her torso so tight to his her every breath rose and fell against him.
“Jake?”
She murmured his name against his lips, and he pulled back far enough to see her eyes, liquid with lust. “Yeah?”
“Mud bath time.”
Something hot and wet and sticky smeared as she guided her open fingers over his chest. The scent of ash and coconut grew stronger, and his lips twitched as Tansy reached into the nearest pot and scooped up a second handful of the rich, black-brown gunk.
He let her work in silence for a few minutes, loving the heated touches and how she teasingly rocked along his erection over and over as she reloaded with more ammunition. She traced the lines of his abdomen, outlining squares as her lips curled. “Six pack. Happy trail. It’s like sexy algebra.”
When she stroked her fingers to the very edge of his trunks and lingered there, even he had a limit.
