Page 90 of Cowboy's Last Stand
“Why haven’t you declined the offer?”
“I don’t want to decline until I have another job lined up.”
She paused to consider her next question.His answers so far hadn’t alarmed her.“You said you wanted to take care of me.”
“I do.”
She studied his handsome features.The bruises he’d collected in her defense had disappeared, but there were other signs of overexertion.His ripped shirt, for example.“Do you think you’re taking good care of yourself?”
“Does it matter?”
“I wouldn’t ask if it didn’t.”
“I’m a work in progress.I never claimed to be otherwise.”
Natalie wasn’t sure how to broach the next subject.She still had a receipt she’d doodled on earlier, so she took it out of her back pocket.
“What’s that?”
“Notes.”
“You prepared notes in advance?”
“I jotted a few things down.”
“Can I ask questions too?”
“Of course.”
“Does your bedroom door have a lock?”
“It does.”
“What’s your favorite position?”
“You’ll think it’s boring.”
“Hardly.”
“Missionary,” she admitted.
His lips curved into a smile.“Do you want me to use condoms?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No.I’ll buy some.Is there any place on your body you don’t like to be kissed?”
“My toes.I’m ticklish.”
“Will you touch yourself while I watch?”
Her throat went dry.She gestured for the bottle of water in his hand.When he gave it to her, she took a drink.“To be honest, I’m tired of doing it myself.But if that’s your thing, I’m OK with it.”
He stared at her with undisguised lust.
“My turn,” she said, referring to her notes.
His eyes darkened.“Go on.”
