Page 63 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
“That’s a brand-new system,” Finn complained. “No way in hell it should’ve blown like that.”
“Super frustrating,” Karen agreed before pointing out the positive. “It’s still better to find a flaw now instead of a month after you have paying customers around the place.”
“Stop being optimistic. I’m cranky,” Finn told her.
Gee, that made two of them. A wry grin arrived without warning. “I thought the operative word was grumpy.”
“That too.”
Undressing the man was pleasantly distracting. Some of the annoyance that had been lingering for the last couple of days began to ease as she helped get Finn naked. He pulled off his upper layers, and she helped him take off his boot, which required him to sit on the tall stool they’d put on the deck just for that purpose.
She peeled his filthy sweatpants over his cast, and by the time he stood there in nothing but underwear—those were wet as well—Karen had gotten a good long reminder of what an amazing physical specimen he was.
There were streaks of mud across his face, the back of his neck, and his arms. Flecks had fallen on the rest of his torso as they’d undressed him, layering on the beautiful pallet of his skin. Not just muscle and sinew, not just the mesmerizing rise and fall of his chest. Her gaze drifted over the curls of hair on his torso and down that dangerous line leading from his belly button toward the elastic at his waist.
“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be in the shower by myself,” Finn warned.
Karen snapped her gaze up from where she’d been admiring the long line of his cock under his underwear. The thick ridge had been growing thicker, probably because she’d been staring in the first place.
And he’d caught her in the act.
She met his gaze. “I should be ashamed, but that’s not what I’m feeling right now.”
A low rumble rose from his chest as he grabbed the crutches. “Get inside the damn house,” he ordered.
She pulled the door open and stepped inside, Finn right behind her. “You know you can’t take a shower yet,” she warned. “Your cast is waterproof on the outside, though, so it should be okay if we wipe it down.”
Then they were in the bathroom. He turned on the taps, grabbed a facecloth and ran it over his hands and upper body before the water had time to warm.
The layer of hair on his arms and forearms rose slightly as the cool water hit his skin. Nipples taut, abdomen muscles forming firm ridges. Karen watched mesmerized for the first moment before realizing that as amazing as the show was, she wasn’t helping.
She grabbed another washcloth, dipped it in the sink, and proceeded to wash his back, his shoulders. The dip where his waist went in before flaring to his taut buttocks. She stood behind him in the bathroom and caught hold of his waistband, peeling the underwear down over his rigid fiberglass cast.
His butt was a thing of beauty.
She skimmed her fingers over the indent in one cheek and lower to where it met the firm foundation of his standing leg. Wiry hair brushed her palms as she washed lower, swooped higher.
The upper ridge of his lower back, the taut muscles along his Adonis line.
Finn groaned, and she glanced up to discover he had the edge of the bathroom counter in a death grip. Head hanging down, staring in the mirror atheras she touched him.
She hadn’t actually been washing him for a good ten minutes. The continued motion of the cloth over his skin was an excuse, and as their gazes met, something in his darkened. Grew heavy and demanding.
He reached back and caught her wrist in his strong fingers. Guided her hand forward, over his abdomen and to where his cock stood upright and thick, moisture spilling from the slit at the top.
Moisture that painted her fingertips when he wrapped her hand around his length and slowly pumped.
Down, then up, rolling her palm over the head where heat and moisture grew.
Again, his fingers wrapped tighter over hers until she knew she never would’ve gripped him that firmly, but this was good. A sweet and oh-so-dirty connection as he used her hand to bring pleasure to the foreground.
Karen regretted every inch of clothing covering her body because when she stepped closer, heat passing between them, it wasn’t enough.
It would have to be, though, because she wasn’t stopping what she was doing. Not when the reflection in the mirror showed Finn’s eyes closed, pleasure rolling over his expression as he gave in to her touch.
His hand slid backward from over hers until he caught hold of her hips. Fingers dug into her ass cheek as he pulled her against him. Layers of fabric separated them, yet sexual tension joined them together in an utterly different way.
And thatview—
