In the Cowboy's Bed (Pleasure Ridge Ranch) by Ava Flynn Read Free Book Online

found herself smiling and realized suddenly that Justin had made her smile more in less than a day than Adam had in the last month.
    Justin took her hand and guided them both under the spray of the shower then tilted his head back to soak his hair and let the water run over his face. He reached for the soap and stepped aside so she could wash her hair. She squirted some shampoo in her hand then closed her eyes as she worked it through her hair. She jumped when she felt Justin’s hands on her breasts.
    "What are you doing?" she asked as her eyes popped open.
    He waggled a bar of soap at her. "Helping you out."
    She was perfectly capable of soaping her own body, but suddenly she didn’t want to. So she let him run the soap and his hands wherever he wanted. When his soapy travels took him between her legs, she inhaled sharply. But then he spun her around and worked on her back. For a moment, she imagined him taking her from behind as the water poured down on them like rain. But she didn’t know if she was ready for that, if she ever would be. Not with the image of Adam and that girl still fresh in her mind.
    To rid herself of that memory she took the soap from Justin and returned the favor, letting her hands glide over his fantastic body. That six-pack, the corded muscles in his legs, his strong arms, the part of him that had given her so much pleasure. As she watched the soapy water flow down his chest, she suddenly had to put some space between them. She plopped the soap in his hand and stepped toward the shower door.
    Justin grabbed her hand, stopping her escape. "What’s wrong?"
    "Nothing. It’s just that if I stand here looking at your wet, naked body any longer, I’m going to want to do you all over again."
    "Is there something wrong with that?"
    "Nothing other than the fact that if I don’t get some food, I’m not going to have the energy to breathe let alone have sex eighty different ways."
    He lifted an eyebrow. "Eighty, huh?"
    She laughed and lifted on her toes to plant a lingering kiss on his mouth. When she lowered herself, she squeezed his hand. "Take your time." And then she stepped with noodly legs onto the bath mat and wrapped herself in one of the huge, plush towels.
    She didn’t look at Justin. Despite her exhaustion, the desire he ignited in her might have her stepping back into that shower and perhaps never getting out.
    * * * *
    By the time Erin dressed, she felt only marginally stronger. With each step she took, she wondered if it would be the one where her legs finally gave way and dumped her in the floor. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, a ravenous hunger for a huge breakfast slammed into her.
    The shower continued to run as she pulled bacon and eggs from the refrigerator. She cracked several eggs into a pan and scrambled them with shredded Cheddar cheese. She was so hungry that she ate the first two slices of bacon to crisp up as she shoved thick slices of bread in a toaster and retrieved strawberry jam and grape jelly from the fridge.
    As she sat all the food on the table as well as two fresh cups of coffee and two glasses of orange juice, she noticed that the shower had finally cut off. She’d been on the verge of checking to see if Justin was still upright in there or if he’d collapsed from overexertion.
    When she heard the bathroom door open, Justin strode out in the same clothes he’d been wearing the day before but bare feet. His hair was still damp, obviously just towel dried.
    "Never did get around to bringing my bag in yesterday," he said, a crooked grin on his face. "Someone kept me busy."
    In the broad light of a new day, a little of her normal self rushed to the surface along with a surge of heat. Holy crap, she’d behaved like a sex-starved maniac. Maybe that’s what she was, what she’d never allowed herself to even think about being. When she went home, how was she ever going to go back to her everyday routine and dating normal guys?
    She shook her head, not willing