Page 5 of My Cowboy Bodyguard

He’s not wearing his hat, and his dark hair is a tousled mess. Like he ran his fingers through it and forgot to smooth it back down.

“No one else,” I say, fighting the urge to fix his hair just because I want to know how it feels to touch it.

“Unless you’re scared to be here with me.”

I don’t fear this man. I fear the pull, the hunger I have toward him. I fear the naughty things I think about him. I fear making a fool of myself.“Um…no.”

His gaze glides over me from head to toe.

My breasts get heavier, my nipples growing taut. I work a swallow down. “What’s the charge for the class?”

“For you? Nothing.”

“Why?”

He answers with a shrug, then points to my clothes. “Can you move in what you’re wearing?”

I run my hand along my jeans. They’re snug so there’s not much give. I hadn’t thought about that. “I didn’t bring anything to change into.”

“I brought you something.”

He goes behind the reception desk and returns with a bag he holds out to me.

I take it from him, brushing my fingers against his and it sends a jolt through me.

“Thank you,” I say as I pull out the new t-shirt and gym shorts. “I should pay you for the class and for these.”

“I won’t accept it. You can change in there.” He gestures toward the bathroom.

I scurry to it and quickly change, surprised that the clothes fit perfectly, then I’m bothered by it.Has he purchased clothes for so many women that he can accurately guess size?

“It fits,” I say as I come back to where he stands, legs apart, arms crossed. A still life of hotness in a plain t-shirt and sweatpants. Pants that don’t hide what he’s packing between his legs. I’m betting he knows how to expertly use what he carries oh-so-well.

I’d love to have my bet proved.

I meet his eyes, and he knows I was looking at his cock and licking my chops.Caughteye-banging him.How embarrassing.

I hurriedly glance away from his gaze, away from how it heats my insides and spreads lust through me.

He asks, “Are you okay with me putting my hands on you?”

Leo

Her eyes widen, then she blushes. “Hands on me. The self-defense. That’s how it’s done. Yes, of course it is.”

Her nipples poke through her clothes and a gentleman would look away. Wouldn’t comment. But I’ve been a beast for too many years now.

“Cold?”

“What? Not at all. It’s a little hot in here.” Then it must click what I’m talking about. Her blush darkens and she closes her eyes briefly. Then she opens them and clears her throat. “I’m excited. About safety.”

“Mmm.”

“Do I know you?” she blurts out, her eyebrows drawing into a frown as she studies my face.

“We met for the first time at the bookstore.” But I know what she means. There’s something about her that draws me in. Like she’s a siren and I’m a sailor enchanted, unable to resist.

If I believed in reincarnation, I’d say we were connected in another life. She reminds me of Samantha. My sweet Sammie.

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