Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(75)

the living room. Kissing her. Biting on her neck. Stroking her nipples through her

clothing. Then he helped her on with her coat. “Remember. You don’t get to come. And

if you do get yourself off? I’ll know.”


“How?”


“Because you are a bad liar. Don’t push me on this, Ainsley.” He bestowed one last,

hot kiss. “See you tomorrow night.”


Chapter Thirteen


Since Ben intended to keep her off balance, Ainsley decided she’d do the same to him.

Accepting her submissive side didn’t mean she had to be malleable or predictable. She

could be a temptress. She could feed the soul of the dominant man. And she could damn

well cook him dinner too. They both had to eat.


She arrived at his house, bearing a Crock-Pot filled with a pork roast and potatoes.

His rowdy dogs nearly jostled it out of her hands as she waited for him to answer her

knock.



Oh my Lord. She watched Ben approach through the glass-paned front door, wearing a

towel and a scowl. A tiny shiver worked free. She never wanted that displeased look

aimed at her. Luckily his glower was focused on his unruly dogs.


Maybe he wouldn’t notice the drool dripping from her chin at seeing him nearly nude.


When he opened the door a crack, the dogs clambered to get inside. He snapped, “Sit.”

The dogs sat. “Stay.” They whimpered. And stayed. Wagged their tails to get their

master’s attention. He opened the door for Ainsley. Once she was inside, he said,

“Take off,” to the dogs and they slunk away. He finally looked at her, then at the

Crock-Pot she held. “What’s this?”


“Dinner. You made me dinner the other night, I’m returning the favor.”


“Smells good. You can plug it in by the coffeepot.”


Ainsley felt his eyes on her as she fussed with the temperature and the lid. When she

turned around, Bennett wore the Dom face.


“Supper will keep for a while?”


She nodded.


“Good. Clothes off.”


“Right here?”


That one brow lifted as if to say, You challenging me, sub? and she stripped without

another word.


He directed her through his bedroom to his bathroom. The rectangular shower had a clear

glass door. The back walls and floor were comprised of dark gray tiles. Half a dozen

nozzles were placed at different intervals on the side wall, and an enormous showerhead

was centered in the middle of the ceiling. In the back corner was a built-in seat and

another smaller handheld showerhead on the opposite wall. She’d take a gorgeous space

like this over a sunken tub any day.


“You’re just in time to help me get cleaned up.”


Ainsley had a moment of panic. She wasn’t one of those women who looked sleek and sexy

under the spray of water. Her hair frizzed the instant a drop of humidity touched it.

Plus, she wasn’t wearing waterproof mascara. So she’d resemble a fat, fuzzed-out rat

with raccoon eyes. Yeah. There was an image to turn him on.


Bennett motioned her inside the enclosure and settled her against the far wall. The

tile chilled her back. He turned on the water and stood beneath the spray, facing her.

“Watch me.”