Forbidden Cowboy by K. Lyn Page A

was no answer. Then she heard the shower, so she slowly wandered into Joe’s bedroom. He had left the door to the bathroom open and Samantha could see the full silhouette of the man she wanted. The steam from the shower clouded her vision somewhat as it spread across the shower doors, but she could see enough. Samantha could have easily had her way with any man, but this was not just any man. She knew that the possibility of rejection was very real tonight. She stood and waited for the shower water to stop. She knew that she should wait in the living room and that she had no right to be in Joe’s bedroom, but she could not leave. She could not stop staring at the shower doors.
    When the water stopped, Samantha’s heart began to pound inside her chest. She jumped when the shower door was flung open. There he was, naked, drops of water clinging to the hair that covered all of him.
    “Samantha!” Not prepared to have been seen naked by the woman he thought of as a younger sister, Joe quickly covered his private parts, but not before Samantha had gotten a good look at what she now wanted more than she had originally thought. The entire scene, if it had been a snapshot in time, could have easily been an ad for an erotic film. For a moment he simply stared at her, and then he demanded to know. “What are you doing?”
    Samantha had no answer. She just stood there staring at what a towel was now covering. “I, uh, the door was unlocked.”
    When Joe noticed the vulnerability in Samantha’s young face, he smiled the familiar smile that Samantha found not only charming, but damn near orgasmic. Whenever she had visited his parents and he had been working on the ranch, he would stop whatever he was doing and smile at her with that devilishly sexy smile whenever he saw her. The hot water of the shower was still dripping on the floor of the bathtub from the leaky faucet and it seemed to Samantha that the drops were beating in tune with her heart. “Give me a minute, Sam, and I’ll be right out. Make yourself at home. Oh, that’s right, I guess you already have.”
    Samantha didn’t wait for the teasing grin this time. She was embarrassed enough. She retreated to the living room to wait for Joe to dry off. When he came out of the bedroom in jeans and no shirt, his hair covered chest still glistening from lingering drops of water, Samantha nearly gasped. She knew she shouldn’t be here, but there was no way she was going to leave. She had never been so torn between what was right and what was wrong.
    “You wouldn’t happen to have anything to drink, would you?”
    “Grab a soda. There are plenty in the frig.”
    “I was thinking more along the lines of liquor, the hard stuff.”
    What could he say, no? Sam was a grown woman now. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back in.”
    As the door slammed behind him, Samantha did help herself. She poured a glass of whiskey and some kind of cola that she had found in the back of Joe’s very messy refrigerator. She had no idea how long the stuff had been in there, but it wasn’t bad. All she needed was enough booze to loosen up a bit without getting drunk, just enough to go through with her planned seduction. Samantha’s glass was empty when Joe returned.
    “So, what did you drive all this way to talk to me about?” He straddled a chair and Samantha bit her lip, thinking how lucky that chair was and wishing she were the one he was straddling. Samantha had had just enough to drink to do what she had come here to do, and she had had too much to drink to be sent away tonight. Joe would never let her drive drunk.
    Knowing that it was now or never, Samantha stood up and boldly took Joe by the hand. “Come with me.” Having no idea what was up with Samantha, he allowed her to lead him into his own bedroom. The sun was setting and it made the unappealing bedroom seem almost romantic. She turned toward him and held both of his hands. Eye level with Joe’s chest, she was dying to lick the