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himself.
     
    Shaking the thought from his head, he slid from the truck and walked around to help her down. “I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted to hear, but that place is nothing more than a resort for the rich and famous. Not the sort of place a real cowboy would hang out. Take it from one who knows.”
     
    She eyed him skeptically. “You really expect me to believe you’re a real cowboy?”
     
    “I might not go around wearing six shooters on my hips,” he said with a grin, “but I was born and raised in Wyoming, own a ranch with horses, and I’m usually wearing boots unless I’m out of town on business.”
     
    Something closely resembling excitement flickered in those big, beautiful green eyes of hers as she eyed him up and down. Down in particular.
     
    He followed her gaze to the fly of his pants where his cock refused to be restrained. “Don’t let the business attire fool you, darlin’,” he said with an unabashed grin. “I can assure you I’m all cowboy where it counts.”
     
    “I’m sure you are,” she replied as she jerked her gaze away and stepped past him to grab her things. It was the same condescending tone his ex used to use on him when she was in one of her ‘moods’; which ended up being more often than naught. Another reason he needed to refrain from acting on the desire that tugged at his balls. City and country just didn’t mix.
     
    He waited by the truck as she collected her things.
     
    She pulled a small, wheeled suitcase behind her. A smaller carry-on was slung along with her purse over her shoulder. She looked up, meeting his gaze as she stepped around him and into the vee of the open passenger door. “Okay, I’m ready.” She turned to face him. “For your guest room.”
     
    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