Page 14 of Touch Me

“Can I help you, ma’am?”

My knees nearly buckled over his sexy baritone. What’s wrong with me?

“Yes, please. I need your help. I haven’t enjoyed a man’s company in a very long time, and I was wondering if you could just be with me while I . . . while I . . .”

The damn words wouldn’t come out.

“Come in.” He stepped back and waved me in.

After a moment of wrestling over what my body wanted to do and what my head told me I should do, my body won, and I strode into his room and stopped near the table and chairs. As I turned to him, the door shut.

“What do you need my help with?” His cheeks dimpled with his grin, and his eyes. . . well, his eyes were practically undressing me.

Cowboy Billy was the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on. He smelled of man. Hot, sexy, very masculine man.

He stood facing me with his jeans peeled open at the zipper, and my body slid into inferno mode.

I needed to take control before I slipped to the floor in a quivering mess. “Please.” My throat was so dry I could barely speak. “Sit down.”

He reached for his zipper.

“No.” The word snapped off my tongue, and realizing I sounded on the verge of hysteria, I scrunched fistfuls of my skirt and cleared my throat. “Please leave your zip undone. I find it incredibly sexy.”

There, that’s better. I can do this. I’ve done it before, and I can do it again. And again.

“What I’d like to do, if you don’t mind, is pleasure myself while you watch.”

His expression was utterly unreadable. Women probably said this to him all the time.

I put my fists on my hips, projecting authority. “Is that okay with you? Or do you want me to leave?”

He drove his fingers through his hair, and his bicep bulged. Whatever Cowboy Billy did, it sure kept him fit. “You just want me to watch?” His tongue glossed his totally suckable bottom lip. “You don’t need my help in any other way?”

My pounding heart shot into overdrive. “Well . . .” I shrugged, trying to imply casualness. “You could pleasure yourself too.”

He smiled, and I was dazzled by his incredible mouth. Billy was model gorgeous and the hottest man I’d ever planned to get naked with.

I suddenly felt inadequate. He was well out of my league. Rapid breaths shot out of my throat, heat prickled my neck, and backing away, I inched toward the door.

“Where are you going? Relax. It’s always better if you relax.” He stood, strode to me and clutched my hand in a firm but surprisingly gently grip. The callouses on his palm were a sure sign that he worked manual labor. “Let me sit you on the bed, so you’re comfortable, and I’ll sit over there if you like.” He pointed at a chair by the window.

He did what he said he would. But when he sat, there was no missing the bulge begging to be released from his jocks. That was the trigger I needed. Billy wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted him.

The fire between my legs was a blazing inferno, and I squirmed on the bed.

My trance evaporated as I kicked off my heels, eased my fishnets down my legs and flung them onto my shoes.

He removed his leather boots and socks and slipped out of his jeans in a mighty hurry. I raised my dress over my head and dropped it onto my other clothes.

Billy’s eyes were wide. Curious yet disbelieving. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, depositing a light sheen in its wake.

Heat flooded my body. I swallowed hard, and as the room around me swirled into a cloud of desire, I closed my eyes. The need for pleasure took over. I slipped my hand into my lacy panties and over the sensitive bud that was pulsing to a delicious beat.

“You’ll be more comfortable if you take them off.” His voice was a throaty baritone.

I snapped my eyes open and yanked my hand from between my legs.

He walked toward me, and his cock was a bulging pole threatening to burst from his Calvin Klein’s with every step.