Page 10 of Tangled Temptation
Holy shit. This man had muscles over muscles. Well-defined pecs begged for her touch…
And talk about a six-pack…
Jared didn’t strike her as a gym rat. No, this man earned his physique from working the ranch.
He pushed the other lounger toward her and frowned. “Put your right leg back on your lounger.” Once she did that, he pushed his lounger next to hers and reclined. Jared reached over, lifted her leg and placed it over his. “That’s better.”
Angie bit her lip. In this position, she was wide open to whatever he wanted to do. And it made her feel sexy.
“Before we start, are you having any second thoughts about staying?” He ran his fingers over her upper thigh.
Tingles swept over her skin as she shook her head.
He arched an eyebrow. “Words.”
“No second thoughts.” Maybe third, fourth, and fifth, but no second. She wouldn’t allow herself to have any more doubts about what she was doing. Her reaction to Jared might cause her some apprehension, but her body wanted this.
“Good. Tell me your first fantasy.”
“What makes you think I have more than one?”
“Because you do.” His brown eyes twinkled. “Lots of women like to fantasize, and so do men.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Will you tell me one of yours first?” What were his fantasies like?
He shifted position and stayed silent. Disappointment shot through her. If she had to share, it would only be fair if he did, right? Maybe she was expecting too much, as always.
“After being out here this morning with you…” he started, his voice low, “…seeing you aroused and needy, you haven’t left my thoughts. The entire time I was with the construction crew, I thought about you. How beautiful you are. This afternoon, I had the vision of you on the lounger, your arms tied over your head, your legs restrained and… You’re shaking.”
“Yes.” Tremors swept through her body. “I…” She wasn’t used to talking to her lover like this, let alone having a man talk to her in such a sensuous way. That was a sad commentary on her love life.
Jared began tracing circles around her knee. “Tell me.”
“I’m excited, but…” She took a deep breath. “I’m also scared.”
“Yellow.” His hand disappeared.
Angie glanced at him, and his expression was stone cold sober. “I didn’t realize safe words went both ways.”
“They do.” He inhaled. “Are you scared of me?”
Her heart jumped. “No!” Without thinking she reached over and grabbed his hand from where it rested on his abs. “I’m not scared of you.” How could she explain it? Jared turned his hand over and entwined his fingers with hers. His gesture gave her strength. “I’ve never felt this way before, and it frightens me.”
“I want you to tell me how you feel. Don’t hide it from me.”
“You sound like a psychologist.”
He winced. “I’m a licensed sexual psychologist.”
“A sex therapist?” Why did that surprise her? This man oozed sex and sensuality, plus he questioned her like a shrink.
“I don’t counsel couples on their sex life, unless they specifically ask for it as part of their time on the ranch.” He squeezed her hand. “The ranch exists for couples to discover their sexual selves in a place where no one is going to think them odd, unusual, or depraved.”
A sliver of hope slipped under her skin. “You won’t think I’m depraved, no matter what I say?”
