Free Rawhide and Lace by Diana Palmer

was throbbing, but she felt reckless all the same. She wanted to wipe that arrogant smile off his face. She wanted to make him vulnerable, wanted to watch the walls come down.
     
    She arched her back, just a little, just enough to make the hard tips of her breasts blatantly visible. "Maybe I am," she whispered huskily. "So what are you going to do about it, cattle king?"
     
    He was smoking a cigarette, but at her words he deliberately crushed it out in the ashtray. "I hope your hip's up to some additional exercise," he drawled.
     
    And with a movement so fast it blurred, he slid down over her body and pinned her there, arching above her with one lean, muscular leg thrown heavily over both of hers.
     
    "Okay, honey, now what do we do?" he said softly. "Is this what you had in mind?" And looking down, he blatantly slid one lean hand directly over a full breast, cupping it.
     
    She felt her breath catch. Watching him earlier-and now-a lot of things were becoming clear to her. The way he'd been in the car, hungry but not practiced; the way he was cupping her now, blatantly, without any preliminaries: she had a deep hunch that he knew less about women than he was pretending to. Male pride obviously ran deep. Well, two could play at this game. She didn't know a lot, either, but she'd heard women talk....
     
    "Not like that," she whispered, lifting his hand. "Like...this."
     
    She showed him how to trace the softness, to tease the tip until her body stiffened and trembled with the need to be touched. She drew his fingers against her until he understood and began to do it without coaching.
     
    "You like it that way?" he asked under his breath, searching her eyes for an instant before they went back to the softness of her body under his hand.
     
    "Yes," she whispered shakily. "It arouses me."
     
    His breath shuddered out of him. He could hardly believe it, that she was willing to show him what she liked, that she wasn't complaining about his lack of finesse or laughing at him. All at once he wondered if Bruce had been lying after all, about that. She didn't seem the kind of woman to laugh at inexperience...especially now.
     
    "What else do you like?" he asked huskily.
     
    It was like drinking wine. She felt drunk on him. Her hip was forgotten, every other thought drained away. She was woman enticing man. She was a siren trapping a sailor, giddy with her own power.
     
    Her hands eased up to the shoulders of the leotard, and, holding his fascinated gaze, she drew it down and bared her taut breasts.
     
    "Oh, God..." He shuddered as he saw their creamy fullness, the dark mauve points lifting gracefully toward him. "Oh, God, you're beautiful, baby...!"
     
    She felt beautiful. She felt achingly hungry as well. She reached up with trembling hands to take his hard face and draw it toward her body.
     
    "What do you want?" he whispered, frowning.
     
    "I want you to put your lips...here." She touched her breasts lightly, caressing their swollen peaks.
     
    He stopped breathing. "On your breasts?" he asked hesitantly. "I won't hurt them?"
     
    She felt the smile in her eyes as she shook her head. "Oh, no," she promised. "You won't hurt them."
     
    He eased his hands under her bare back to lift her, bending over her in spite of his reservations. But her body had a scent like roses, and when he touched his mouth to the curve of her soft breast, she stiffened and began to tremble like a rain-tossed leaf.
     
    More confident now, he began to draw his lips around the very tip of her breast. And when that made her moan softly, he opened his mouth and took the nipple inside, warming it with his tongue. She cried out then, and just as he thought he'd hurt her and tried to move away, her hands dug into the nape of his neck and she arched her soft body up to him with a tiny whimpered plea.
     
    He groaned himself at the surge of pleasure it gave him to know that she was enjoying it, too. His hands smoothed down her rib cage, savoring her