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Sawyer had fooled around with many women, but he’d never been invited to tie someone up. He was mostly excited over the prospect—especially because it was Morgan—but nervous energy swelled inside him too. What if he tied the scarves they purchased at the gift shop too tight? What if he didn’t tie them tight enough? What if Morgan suddenly freaked out about being tied up while he was in the middle of his release? What if she hated this entire experience? What if she wanted to end their little getaway immediately?

“Have you done this before?” he asked, coiling one of the scarves around his hand and thinking about which type of knot would be best for this particular situation.

Morgan shook her head. “Have you?”

How did he answer this question? If he said no, might Morgan think him inexperienced and unadventurous? Might she say forget it? If he said yes, he’d be lying. Would she be able to tell he was a first timer?

“No, I haven’t.” Lies never worked out.

“Good.” She slid her borrowed leggings off, letting them drop to the floor by the cottage’s bed.

“Good? Don’t you want someone who knows what he’s doing?” He set the scarf down and pulled off his thermal shirt and T-shirt in one move.

“I think it will be more fun if we’re figuring this out together.” She wiggled out of the long sweater she wore and added it to the pile of clothes gathering on the floor. “Besides I trust you, Sawyer. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I’ve seen enough to know you’re not an asshole.”

“I try not to be.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs. After he stepped out of them, he draped them on a cushiony chair in the corner of the bedroom.

When he turned around, he got a marvelous eyeful of Morgan stretched out on the bed in nothing but her bra and panties. She stretched her arms up toward the headboard and wiggled her hands.

“Get over here, Boy Scout, and show me what you’ve got in the way of knot skills.” She widened the spread of her legs. Though her underwear still covered her goods, the advertisement was completely successful on Sawyer.

In two big strides, he reached the bed and climbed aboard. He coasted his hands up her sides then lowered his head to kiss her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and the kiss instantly deepened, their tongues doing a dance that ignited Sawyer.

She rolled them so he was on his back then she sat on his hips, her palms resting on his chest as she leaned over him. “Do you want to be tied first or second?”

Her hair was still in that high ponytail, so he reached up and freed it, letting it spill about her shoulders. Sawyer buried his fingers in the thick tresses and brought her down for more kissing before answering.

“Doesn’t matter to me. Maybe we should choose in a random fashion,” he said.

“Like a coin toss?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. That’s fair.” She grabbed the condom packet on the bedside table. “Logo side means I get tied first.”

He gave her a thumbs up.

She flipped it and let the packet land on the furry blanket beneath them. “Logo side.”

She flopped off him and spread out on her back again. She reached her hands for the wrought iron bars of the headboard then straightened her legs so her feet were near the bars at the foot of the bed.

“Better get tying, Mr. Center Forward.”

Sawyer’s heart thumped a little erratically in his chest. He wiped his palms on his boxers and reached for one of the scarves. This one was a bright purple with silver sparkled thread running through it. He pulled it taut in his hands. Though the scarf was knitted, the weave was pretty tight and it didn’t have a lot of give.

Get this right.

He knew he was good at sex, and he was certain Morgan had enjoyed herself with him so far. After visiting the gift shop at the cottages, they’d had a fun day strolling around Maplehaven, spending time holding hands and savoring the relaxed vibe of the town. He hoped he didn’t blow it now that things were getting . . . creative.

Sawyer let the fabric coast along Morgan’s left arm then her right. She wiggled as the scarf tickled her skin, but her gaze stayed focused on his.

“Take off your bra.” His voice came out bossier than he’d intended, but the moment Morgan’s pupils zipped open farther at his tone, he got off a little on the desire he found in her eyes. “Your underwear next.”

She removed both, her slim body on total display. Her nipples were pebbled and he hadn’t done anything yet. The simple anticipation turned her on.

Which, in fact, turned him on.

He shed his boxers, knowing that once he had her tied up, he wasn’t going to be able to wait to dive into her. Grabbing her right hand, he wrapped the scarf around her wrist, tying a knot. He could still fit one of his fingers between her wrist and the fabric, so it wasn’t too tight, but her hand wouldn’t slip out either.