Pure Temptation & Old Enough to Know Better: Pure Temptation / Old Enough To Know Better
know, we might not be able to do anything. We might start laughing or something.”
“Laughing’s okay. Laughing usually means you’re having a good time.”
“I mean because we feel ridiculous.”
That hadn’t occurred to him. “Do you think you will? Feel ridiculous?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I should pretend you’re someone else.”
“Don’t do that.” The idea incensed him more than it probably should have. “That would be insulting.”
“Okay.”
He pulled into her driveway and glanced at her. The pretending statement had him going. “Who would you pretend I was?”
“Nobody, because you don’t want me to.”
“Yeah, but if I didn’t care, who would you superimpose over my face? Brad Pitt?”
She turned to him and took off her sunglasses. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. Forget I said anything.”
“Tom Cruise?”
“Mac, I won’t be doing it, so let’s drop the subject.”
He couldn’t drop it. He had to know who she thought was sexy. “Antonio Banderas? Mel Gibson?”
“All of them!” she said, clearly exasperated. “In a rotating sequence! With Leonardo DiCaprio thrown in for good measure! There, are you happy now?”
He stared at her. Good Lord, he was jealous that she’d imagine a movie star making love to her instead of him. He was in big trouble. “Sorry,” he said. “Feel free to imagine anybody you want.”
She looked at him as if he’d gone around the bend, which was pretty much true. “Okay.”
“Just don’t tell me about it.”
“If you say so. But if you’ve never tried it, you might want to reconsider. Some men get very turned on by hearing their partner’s fantasies about other men.”
“Somehow I don’t think I’d fall into that category.”
“If you say so,” she repeated. She seemed to be relaxing, if her superior little smile was any evidence. It was the kind of smile that told him she didn’t think he had the foggiest notion what he was talking about.
Maybe he’d have to take a look at those books of hers, after all. She definitely had him at a disadvantage. Sure, he’d glanced through his share of sexy magazines when he was a teenager, but he’d been concentrating on the pictures, not the text. He’d thought he’d be the teacher and she, the student, the way it had been all their lives. The idea that she might know more about sex than he did wasn’t entirely comfortable.
She unsnapped her seat belt. “I guess I’d better get down on the floor of the cab now,” she said.
“Wait a minute. It’s all dirty down there. You’ll mess up your dress.” He opened his door and reached around behind the seat where he always kept a soft blanket. He handed it to her. “Put that down first.”
“I remember this! We used to make a tent with it in your backyard!”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
She arranged it on the floor at her feet. “It’s like meeting an old friend, seeing this blanket again, still so soft and blue. The binding’s getting a little worn, though. What do you use it for, now?”
“Uh…different things.” Suddenly he didn’t want to tell her that he’d made love to several girls on that blanket. He kept it washed and tucked behind his seat to have handy if the weather was nice and the woman in his truck was willing. And now, dumb as it seemed, he felt as if he’d betrayed Tess by using the blanket that way.
She gazed at him. “It’s all right, Mac. I know you’ve had a lot of women.”
He shifted in his seat. “I wouldn’t say I’d had a lot.”
“Then my brothers must be lying. According to them, you’ve been to bed with more women than—”
“Does it matter?” He didn’t like the direction the conversation was taking.
“I guess not. In a way it’s a good thing. You’ve had lots of experience, so I assume you’ll know what to do.”
“And what I don’t know, you’ll be able to teach me.”
She looked at him, eyes narrowed. “You don’t like that idea much, do you, Mac?”
Damn, but she could read him like a book. She was the only woman who’d ever been able to do that. “Hey, I’m always open to new things.”
“I know you. You like to be the one who has all the answers.”
“That’s not true. I can take suggestions as well as the next man.”
“The experts all warn that sex is a sensitive topic, especially for guys. Maybe it would be best if I didn’t mention any of the things I’ve learned. I wouldn’t want to give you a complex.”
That did it. “A complex! Hell, woman, make all the damn suggestions you want! My ego can take it!”
“See? You’re already upset.”
“I am not upset!”
She always seemed to know when to stop arguing and just gaze at him quietly, reflecting his behavior back to him.
Finally he gave her a sheepish smile. “Okay, so I’m a little intimidated.”
“Wouldn’t you like to learn more, if you could?”
“Sure. Only a fool wouldn’t.”
“Good.” She looked extremely pleased with herself. “Then I can contribute something, after all.”
That made him grin. “You think your biggest contribution will be from a book?”
That seemed to shake her poise and she blushed bright red. “Well, um, I guess not.”
“I guess not, either.”
She met his gaze for a fraction longer before she glanced away, obviously rattled. She took a deep breath. “I’m scared to death, Mac.”
“Even with me?”
She nodded. “Especially with you. I know you have high standards. What if I disappoint you?”
He reached out and took her hand. It was different from any other time he’d held her hand, and they both knew it. He waited until she turned her head and looked into his eyes. “I wouldn’t have offered to do this if I didn’t want to, Tess. There’s no chance that I’ll be disappointed.”
The uncertainty eased in her gray eyes. “Thank you.”
He squeezed her hand and released it. “We’re giving each other the jitters, sitting here thinking about it. We’ll be better off once we get started.”
“You’re probably right. So here goes.” She turned on the seat and started hunching down so she could fit on the floor. “Take a look and make sure nobody’s around to see me doing this.”
He scanned the tidy little neighborhood. “I don’t see anybody. Most people are probably inside having dinner right now.”
She tucked herself down onto the blue blanket. “Punch it, cowboy.”
And so it began. He took a deep breath and put the truck in Reverse. He’d done some wild things in his life, but this had to be the granddaddy of all risks he’d ever taken. He hoped that this time he hadn’t finally bitten off more than he could chew.
CHAPTER FIVE
KNEELING