Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(143)

Water was still spraying everywhere.


Another loud clank and the water stopped abruptly.


“What happened?”


“Some idiot forgot to turn the water off before he started f*cking with the pipe.” He

grunted. “That was fun. Can you hand me a towel?”


“Here.”


“Thanks.” When Ben backed out from beneath the sink, Ainsley gasped because he was

soaking wet—hair, face, neck and shirt.


“Look at you. I’m so sorry.” Ainsley ducked into the cabinet and used a bath towel

to sop up the mess. “What’s the diagnosis?”


“The pipe threading is stripped because the calcium deposits are abrasive. You’ll

have to use the kitchen sink until your landlord can get this fixed. I don’t have the

right plumbing supplies.”


When she backed out and stood, she noticed Ben had removed his shirt. Look at that.

Broad shoulders, pumped-up biceps. Smooth skin. Even as her brain yelled stop, her

fingers heard go. She traced the hard ridge of pectoral muscle. “You never really let

me touch you however I wanted.”



Ben tipped her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “I didn’t?”


“No. You were always making our…encounters about furthering my education about the

Dom/sub relationship.”


He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’d let you touch me now.”


“Ben.”


“But you’d much rather I commanded you to touch me, wouldn’t you? Should I? Ainsley,

put your hands all over me.”


That deep, Dom voice traveled through her ear and unfurled inside her like liquid heat,

like a drug. She had to twist away from him to hide the longing in her eyes. But

longing for what? “I can’t.”


“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “I should go.”


“But your shirt is soaking wet. You might catch cold if you go home with a wet head.

The least I can do is wash and dry it for you, while saving you from possibly getting

sick.” Did that sound like a flimsy excuse to him?


“I never get sick.” He raised an eyebrow. “Besides, you think that’s a good idea,

given what we were? Just last night?”


Of course he reminded her of his Dom role at every opportunity. “I believe we can keep

our hands to ourselves for an hour or so, don’t you?”


He shook his head no and said, “Yes.”


Ainsley laughed and snatched the shirt. She was surprised Ben followed her to the small

laundry area.


“On the way over here I was kinda hopin’ you’d answer the door in heels and an

apron. Then you’d say something like, I need a guy with a big tool to check out my

plumbing. And I’d reply, I know how to plunge deep.”


“You imagined I’d lured you over here with a fake porn scenario?” It boosted her ego

Ben believed she could conjure up such a sexy scene. “I didn’t know you watched porn.

”


“All guys watch porn.” He grinned and towel dried his hair. “Them guys that say they

don’t are lyin’. We never watched porn together. Pity. There are lots of scenes I