Attending her sister's San Antonio wedding, sensible California gal Tara O'Malley's only hope is to survive the overdone affair without a wardrobe malfunction. Rodeo salesman, Rob, can't resist helping a damsel in distress. The voluptuous lady tantalizes his dominant nature, and he wants to take her for the ride of her life. Whether it's the sultry San Antonio night, or simply her tight dress cutting off the oxygen to her brain, the lure of submitting to the commanding Texan may prove more tempting than she can resist.
Rob forced himself to takes his hands off Tara to give her some room to get her key. He needed to slow down and play it cool. He wasn’t a player like other salesmen he knew, but he had seduced enough women to know, that while a woman appreciated being desired, she didn’t want to feel like a conquest. And, although he expected nothing more than an evening of hot and heavy fun, he had told the truth about singling her out in particular because he desired her. He didn’t think she was lonely or desperate; she made his blood sing.
Okay, now a chorus of Hallelujahs raced through his veins as she demurely hiked up one side of her dress to reveal a lacy black garter. Tucked inside was the electronic card to unlock her room. She slid it out and eyed him coyly. “It’s the best way to carry the damn thing.”
He managed to spit out of his suddenly dry mouth, “Very practical.”
He followed behind her as she unlocked the door and stepped in. Closing the door behind them, he turned to her. She stood only a few feet away, her large eyes wide with questions and nervousness. They were definitely her best feature, dominating a pretty face. She undoubtedly thought herself too plump and plain in comparison to the stunningly thin bride he had glimpsed at the reception, but he didn’t think so. A man making love to her, as he intended to do shortly, could lose himself in her luscious curves.
She must have found his staring at her unnerving because she walked away. Tossing her card on the nearby low bureau, she shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
Touched by her shyness, he placed her shoes on the floor and reached for her with slow movements. He pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. I know what to do. Your only job is to tell me if you like what I’m doing or not.”
She looked at him from under the long lashes framing her fabulous eyes. “That sounds easy.”
He held her closer. “It is.”