Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Read Free Book Online Page B

never had any trouble with performance, and if you keep making references to my capabilities I’m going to start thinking you’re interested and I might be forced to educate you.” His wide grin made him seem almost dangerous, at least to her willpower.
    Heat swept from her cheeks to the tips of her toes. She cleared her throat. Time to change the subject. “I won’t be giving you a sponge bath. That’s outside of my duties.” She couldn’t believe that she didn’t find it totally nauseating. Disliking him didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. Hell, she’d dreamt about it enough.
    With a disgruntled expression, he sighed. “I’m not a shy man, but I think I’d draw a line before I let you wash my body. I’m not disabled.”
    “I will change your bandage when you’re done. I’m not going too chance you getting an infection forcing me to stay here one minute longer than what’s necessary. And I dare you to say one peep in argument.” It wasn’t as if she looked forward to seeing his bare rump—at least not a lot…well, maybe more than she should. The glimpse she got wasn’t disappointing.
    She shouldn’t notice how tight his butt and thighs were and the way the worn denim stretched over the muscles like a candy wrapper. Or how pretty his eyes were and the heat they stirred inside of her. His prominent jaw line that was covered in a layer of prickly stubble and his plump bottom lip shouldn’t spur fantasies. All of his physical characteristics did evil things to her nether lips that a visit with her toy wouldn’t satisfy.
    The spark between her legs grew into a fireball—building every minute that she was near him. She was beginning to think Jewels was right—there was an undeniable attraction here and Pearl was too busy fighting it.
    Skin scorching from her internal war, she stepped away, needing space. On her way out of the living room, she mumbled, “I’ll make you a redneck bath. Anyone who uses a hose to shower off shouldn’t mind washing from a bowl.”
    In the kitchen, she poured him a large basin full of water, all while imagining him running a wet cloth over his sinewy muscles, along each hard curve and the length of his…
    “It’s over flowing.”
    She jumped at the sound of his voice and the bucket tilted, splashing water down the front of her. Turning off the faucet, she settled the container on the counter and gained her equilibrium. Would he be able to see straight through her and into her naughty thoughts? She guessed she was blushing three shades of red.
    Once some of the heat left her cheeks, she carried the water to the table and pushed it to the middle along with the toiletries she’d gathered from upstairs. “You can sit or stand.” Seeing his brows lift and a twinkle light his pale eyes, she followed his stare. Her shirt was wet and it was now see-through. The thin red bra didn’t hide her erect nipples.
    Gasping, she covered her chest with her hands. Not wanting him to see how frazzled she was, she pretended not to be humiliated. “Enjoy your bath. I’ll be waiting to take care of the bandage.” She swept past him and into the next room, inhaling deep, calming breaths. She’d seen the appreciation in his expression and she couldn’t deny the boost to her ego.
    Upstairs, she removed her wet garments, trying to ignore the hushed sounds of splashing water coming through the vents. The room was directly above the kitchen and the sound traveled, teasing her imagination. A deep, husky moan tickled her eardrums and other secret places.
    Pure torment.
    Then quiet. He was finished.
    Quickly dressing into dry clothes, she hurried downstairs.
    He was already in the living room. His hair was damp, his shirt was left open, and his belt buckle hung loose, dinging as he made his way to the sofa. Her nipples tightened into painful beads.
    He glanced at her, his unsmiling mouth still looked delectable. “So, you want to do this here?” His gaze locked with hers before crawling over