Tempting Dusty (The Temptation Saga 1)

“Are you kidding?” He grasped her shoulders, pushed her away, and bored his eyes into hers. “It’s a huge deal. And if I had known, I could have made it better for you.”

“No, you couldn’t have. It was perfect. Thank you.”

“Aw, hell, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You gave me a priceless gift. I’ll always treasure it, darlin’.”

Dusty didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.

“And it’ll be better next time. Just wait and see.” He winked at her.

Of course, there wouldn’t be a next time, but she didn’t want to tell him that yet. She wanted to hold him and pretend nothing else in the world existed.

His voice breached her thoughts. “If you weren’t, you know, active sexually, why are you on the pill?”

“What? Oh, yeah, the pill.” Dusty cleared her throat. “Irregular periods.”

“Oh.”

“Let’s go back to bed,” she said.

“You’re sore. We should wait—”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just want to lie with you. In your arms.”

He smiled down at her, took her hand, and led her back to the bed. She snuggled into him, sighing. “You smell good.”

“Like honey and milk?” His eyes twinkled.

“Kind of.”

“That’s what I put in the bath.”

Dusty giggled softly. “Somehow you don’t seem the milk bath type.”

“What a man’ll do for his woman.” He squeezed her breast playfully.

His woman. Wow. She did like the sound of it. If only it could be. “It’s not just honey and milk. You smell fresh, and musky.”

“That’s you, darlin’. I smell like you.”

“Oh.” She heated.

“It’s the smell of sex. Of our scents mingled together.” He inhaled deeply. “There’s no sweeter perfume.”

She breathed in and had to agree with him.

“Dusty?”

“Yeah?” She winced. She already knew him well enough to know that when he used her name, instead of calling her darling, something was up.

“What was going on with you earlier?”

“I’m hungry.” She wasn’t, but she had to change the subject.

“I’ll call room service.”

“No, I should go… I’m barrel racing tomorrow.”

“Oh. Shoot.”