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having an orgasm right now.” He watched the pupils in her eyes dilate as desire gripped her. “What do you say?”
“No.” She swallowed. “Please start the truck.”
“I think you’d really like it.”
“That’s not the point. We need to draw the line somewhere. What’s done is done, and we can put it behind us and forget about it.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “You expect me to forget about it?”
“Why not? It was one quick climax to lower your stress level, not much different from a sneeze or a cough. No big deal.”
“ A sneeze or a cough? You’re kidding, right?”
“Studies have shown that a good sneeze is very similar to—”
“You’re seriously telling me that you’d just as soon sneeze as come?”
She looked away, her color high. “Well, that may be a slight exaggeration. My only point is that a climax isn’t that big a deal.”
“If you say so.” He straightened and reached for the ignition. “But then, I’m willing to bet you’ve never had one courtesy of a cowboy.”
6
E MILY HAD PLENTY OF TIME to think about cowboys and climaxes during the next two hours. After she and Clay unloaded the tables and benches, they collected piles of rocks to line the fire pits. Then she threw herself into the job of digging the smaller one in hopes the sweaty labor would eliminate her desire for sex with the gorgeous guy working a few yards away.
No dice. While shoveling, she tried to distract herself by concentrating on her natural environment. But the scent of warm grass and the distant gurgle of a creek only reminded her that she was alone in this glorious place with a man who’d offered to give her pleasure. Even though she wouldn’t allow herself to look directly at him, she was aware of every move he made.
Finally, when the pit seemed deep enough, she laid down her shovel and rewarded herself with a quick glance in Clay’s direction. Oh, dear God. He’d taken off his shirt.
Considering his parting shot, he’d probably done it on purpose. She couldn’t be sure of that, because it was hot work. If she could have taken off her shirt she would have. Women weren’t given the same leeway to strip down, though, and that left her overheated both inside and out.
A smart woman would save herself some grief by turning away from the rhythmic flex of biceps, pecs and delts every time Clay drove his shovel into the ground. Emily wasn’t very smart since she couldn’t stop staring. Obviously he’d worked shirtless at other times over the summer, because his skin had been kissed to a golden hue by the Wyoming sun.
Tossing his shovel aside, he began lining the pit with rocks, which meant he had to lean down. A lot. Each time, the soft denim of his jeans pulled tight across his picture-perfect ass.
Emily tingled all over. Oh, baby.
As if sensing her ogling, he looked at her, his face shadowed by his hat brim, his expression unreadable. “Tired?”
Tired of being noble. “A little bit, I guess.”
“Then take a break. You’ve done plenty, and I can finish up with the rocks. Go on over to the truck and relax.”
“Maybe I will.” But if she stopped working she’d have nothing to do but watch him, and that wouldn’t help her condition at all. She pointed to a faint set of tire tracks leading toward the line of trees. “Does this go to the creek?”
“Yep. If you can hang on for a few more minutes, I’ll drive us over there and you can splash some cool water on your face.”
Her face wasn’t the main area that needed cool water, but she wasn’t about to tell him. “If you don’t mind, I’ll walk on over now.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just follow the tracks and they’ll take you straight to the bank of the creek. I’ll pick you up when I’m done. And thanks for all your help, Emily. You’re a hard worker.”
“You sound surprised.”
“To be honest, I am a little bit surprised.”
That irritated her. He might be yummilicious with his bronzed shoulders
“No.” She swallowed. “Please start the truck.”
“I think you’d really like it.”
“That’s not the point. We need to draw the line somewhere. What’s done is done, and we can put it behind us and forget about it.”
He stared at her in disbelief. “You expect me to forget about it?”
“Why not? It was one quick climax to lower your stress level, not much different from a sneeze or a cough. No big deal.”
“ A sneeze or a cough? You’re kidding, right?”
“Studies have shown that a good sneeze is very similar to—”
“You’re seriously telling me that you’d just as soon sneeze as come?”
She looked away, her color high. “Well, that may be a slight exaggeration. My only point is that a climax isn’t that big a deal.”
“If you say so.” He straightened and reached for the ignition. “But then, I’m willing to bet you’ve never had one courtesy of a cowboy.”
6
E MILY HAD PLENTY OF TIME to think about cowboys and climaxes during the next two hours. After she and Clay unloaded the tables and benches, they collected piles of rocks to line the fire pits. Then she threw herself into the job of digging the smaller one in hopes the sweaty labor would eliminate her desire for sex with the gorgeous guy working a few yards away.
No dice. While shoveling, she tried to distract herself by concentrating on her natural environment. But the scent of warm grass and the distant gurgle of a creek only reminded her that she was alone in this glorious place with a man who’d offered to give her pleasure. Even though she wouldn’t allow herself to look directly at him, she was aware of every move he made.
Finally, when the pit seemed deep enough, she laid down her shovel and rewarded herself with a quick glance in Clay’s direction. Oh, dear God. He’d taken off his shirt.
Considering his parting shot, he’d probably done it on purpose. She couldn’t be sure of that, because it was hot work. If she could have taken off her shirt she would have. Women weren’t given the same leeway to strip down, though, and that left her overheated both inside and out.
A smart woman would save herself some grief by turning away from the rhythmic flex of biceps, pecs and delts every time Clay drove his shovel into the ground. Emily wasn’t very smart since she couldn’t stop staring. Obviously he’d worked shirtless at other times over the summer, because his skin had been kissed to a golden hue by the Wyoming sun.
Tossing his shovel aside, he began lining the pit with rocks, which meant he had to lean down. A lot. Each time, the soft denim of his jeans pulled tight across his picture-perfect ass.
Emily tingled all over. Oh, baby.
As if sensing her ogling, he looked at her, his face shadowed by his hat brim, his expression unreadable. “Tired?”
Tired of being noble. “A little bit, I guess.”
“Then take a break. You’ve done plenty, and I can finish up with the rocks. Go on over to the truck and relax.”
“Maybe I will.” But if she stopped working she’d have nothing to do but watch him, and that wouldn’t help her condition at all. She pointed to a faint set of tire tracks leading toward the line of trees. “Does this go to the creek?”
“Yep. If you can hang on for a few more minutes, I’ll drive us over there and you can splash some cool water on your face.”
Her face wasn’t the main area that needed cool water, but she wasn’t about to tell him. “If you don’t mind, I’ll walk on over now.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself. Just follow the tracks and they’ll take you straight to the bank of the creek. I’ll pick you up when I’m done. And thanks for all your help, Emily. You’re a hard worker.”
“You sound surprised.”
“To be honest, I am a little bit surprised.”
That irritated her. He might be yummilicious with his bronzed shoulders
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