Page 17 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

Despite the normal sexual desires that I’ve had since puberty, my mother scared me into thinking that a man who got into my pants would only use me and discard me. Deep down, I still think that it’s important to be married before having sex, even though my brain knows better.

Pure.

It’s a word that haunts me, but Zane made it sound like no big deal. He clearly hasn’t waited for marriage, nor would he expect me to, but if I want to, fine.

Fine.

Ha.

I don’t feel fine right now. My skin feels as if it’s on fire.

Fingers shaking, I turn on the shower and hang the dress up on the inside of the door.

I take my time under the hot spray, scrubbing every inch, knowing Zane will be stripping me out of this dress soon enough.

When I get out, I towel dry and then pull the dress on. It floats around my body, light as air, and if it weren’t for the thin lining layer, Zane would be able to see I’m not wearing anything under it.

I’ll fix that in a minute, but…I like knowing that I’m practically naked.

I’m not actually pure at all. I have dirty sex thoughts, and right now, I’m thinking about…

Yanking open the door, I do it before I can overthink it.

Zane is stretched out on the bed, sitting up with his back to the headboard, and his intense gaze collides with mine as soon as I step in to view.

“I forgot underwear,” I say, heat popping on my cheeks.

He doesn’t respond, just watches as I cross to the bag of supplies and search for what I want. There are two packs of panties, both basic white cotton, in two different sizes. I open the pack that will fit me and shake a pair loose.

Then, taking a deep breath, I step into them, one leg at a time. My skirt rides up as I pull the cotton up my thighs, but I don’t think Zane can see anything, really.

It’s just the idea that I’m teasing him with.

And he’s going to be my husband, after all. He can see me put on panties. Heck, soon enough he’ll see me take them off. Maybe he’ll even take them off me himself.

“Having fun?” His voice is pure gravel.

I whirl around, my skirt flaring around me.

If I thought his gaze was intense before, I was wrong. Now it’s electric, surging with unrestrained spark.

I laugh. It’s a wild, unfamiliar sound to my own ear.

“I’m enjoying the show. Don’t stop.”

I lean back against the dresser. “I don’t know what to do next.”

“Lift that skirt a little and show me your panties.” He licks his lips. “I won’t touch you until we’re married, Daisy. That’s my promise to you. But if you want to give me a little preview of what my wife likes, it would carry me through the day.”

“We can’t. Your brothers are waiting for us.”

He swears under his breath. “I forgot about them.”

“They came all the way here to support you!” I point to the bathroom. “Go get in the shower right now.”

“It’s not that big a deal,” he grumbles, but he stands anyway. And he’s smiling when he adds, “You’re already good at the bossy wife thing.”

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal?” If I had siblings who would help me out of a bind… I can’t even imagine how grateful I’d be.

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