Jackson leaned in, his hands braced against the doorframe on either side of her head. "Let's get one thing straight before we go, Miss Summers. I'm not looking to be some city girl's play thing, so your virtue is safe where I'm concerned." Even as he spoke the words desire pooled below his belt, thickening him. Contradicting him.
 
  Something very similar to desire flickered to life in those big green eyes. "And what makes you think I'd consider you for my 'play toy'?"
 
  He was trying like hell not to look down the front of her open blouse, at the fleshy swells of her breasts which taunted him with every breath she took. But concentrating on her face did nothing to ease his hunger. Not when those incredibly full lips were parted just so, that damned sexy tongue of hers darting in and out to moisten them. Hell, he could think of a far better uses for that overactive tongue of her. Like release his throbbing cock from beneath the tented fly of his pants and sink to her knees in front of him... He forced the image from his mind.

 "Deny it all you want," he said, not bothering to hide the huskiness of desire in his voice. "But I've seen you measuring up my cock with your heated gaze."

 She made no attempt to deny it. "Are you married?"

 "What?"

 "Because I'm not the kind of woman who has sex with a married man."

  His pulse kicked up another notch. His bold words had been meant to put a wall up between them, not to draw her to him.

 "No," he answered, "I'm not."

 She smiled. "Seeing anyone?"

 He shook his head. "Not currently."

 "Good." Reaching out, she ran her fingertips down the front of his shirt.

 Jaw clenched, Jackson watched the slender hand trail its way down his chest, stopping mere inches from his jutting arousal. "What are you doing?" he ground out.

 "I'm going to find out if you cowboys are everything my friend's make you out to be." Her hand cupped the front of his tented fly.
 
  Jackson closed his eyes, a low hiss sliding through his teeth. He'd always been the aggressor. Not this time. Yet he welcomed her eager touch, silently cursing the cloth barrier between her hand and his throbbing cock.

 "Not too worn out from your trip, I see," she said as her hand continued its slow, determined caress of his pulsing erection.

 She was driving him mad, turning him on like no woman had ever done before. His hips surged forward, thrusting into her teasing strokes. He dragged her up against him with a groan, capturing her sassy little mouth beneath his in a hard, hungry kiss, making her moan softly. He was taking control now.