He would dance a jig of joy if not for the fact that, well, he's flat on his back with a cowgirl on top of him, kissing him like she wants to eat him up. Her forcefulness thrills him. The tickle of her hair, the warmth of her breasts, the sting of her teeth make him want more.

In the shadow of her broad-brimmed hat, his eyes still gleam with a certain defiance at her order to stay put. Just to make her work for it. Just to push her as far as he dares.