Page 61 of When a Cowboy Falls Hard
“It could be an early birthday present.”
“Or a belated one next time you come over.” As he worked to dislodge her talented fingers, she resisted the effort.
Then she started giggling and it turned into a game. Soon he was laughing, too, and in serious danger of exploding. After finally prying her fingers loose, he got one arm under her tush and the other around her back. “This ends now.”
“That’s what you think.”
“That’s what I know, smarty-pants.” Thank God for this huge bed. He had enough room to tumble her backwards onto the mattress and pin her down while he attempted to take control of the situation.
She wasn’t about to let him and she was a champion wiggler. He had his hands full, plus he was running out of breath from laughing.
On top of that, he had to make sure he didn’t accidentally hurt her or bend his cock out of shape. At least that was his excuse for why she won, rolling him to his back and straddling him.
Perched on his stomach, she braced her palms on his chest and flashed him a triumphant grin. “Gotcha.”
“Yeah, you do.” He sucked in air. “I need to up my game. Never wrestled with a farrier before.”
“We’re mighty.”
“I agree.”
“You know what, Montgomery?”
He smiled. Sounded good coming from her. “What, Zinnia?”
“Normally I’m not highly motivated to take a man’s tallywacker in my mouth, but?—”
“His what?”
“Tallywacker. You’ve never heard that before?”
He snorted. “No, ma’am.”
“The point is, I want to do it now and you don’t want me to. What’s up with that? I thought it was the ultimate male fantasy.”
“Oh, it is.” The view from here was unbelievable. Luckily she’d granted him ogling privileges because he’d challenge any man to ignore her breasts as they dangled temptingly above him. But he wouldn’t grab. “The thing is, I want to postpone that fantasy.”
“Why on Earth would you want to do that?”
“Embarrassing as it is to admit, with you I seem to have the staying power of a gnat, and?—”
“Do you know for a fact they’re lousy in bed?”
“Not really.”
“Then you shouldn’t make assumptions. They may be small, but for all you know they’re a rockin’, sockin’ luuuv machine.” She did a little lap dance on his stomach.
“God almighty, Zinnia.” He couldn’t stop laughing. “I could come just looking at you.” He’d never imagined this playful side of her. He was enchanted and so turned on he could hardly breathe.
“I think you have adequate staying power. You managed pretty well the first time around.”
“That was in the good old missionary position. If you go down on me, I’ll last about six seconds.”
“So what?”
“I’d rather wait until I’ve built up some endurance so I can fully enjoy the experience.” He also didn’t want her giving him a blow job because she was feeling sorry for him after their name discussion. He wasn’t crazy about telling her that.
“Hm. I see your point. So we’ll stick with the missionary position until you get your mojo back?”
