Lipstick and Leather: Three Sexy Cowboys, Three Sexy Tales by Cheyenne McCray

show you where it is.”
    She scooped up her dirty clothing and held it in one hand as she followed him down the hall. She was glad he was taking her to a guestroom and not her father’s room. It would take a little time before she made the room her own.
    The walls were bare and the tile was cool beneath her bare feet as they headed to the end of the hallway. She had to admire his great ass.
    When he reached the door of a bedroom he managed to open the door despite carrying all of her luggage at once. He stood aside to allow her to go through first. A gentleman cowboy, she thought as she stepped into the guestroom.
    It was quaint with a quilt across the mattress of a bed with an antique headboard. Matching antique furniture filled the room, including a vanity and bureau.
    Joe set her luggage beside her and she faced him. When her gaze met his, she had that same feeling as when she had gotten her first good look at him. The thoughts that went through her mind caused a thrill low in her belly.
    Crazy thoughts whirled through her of dropping the towel and inviting the cowboy in and straight into the bed just feet away from them. By the look in his eyes, a hungry primitive look, she wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
    Her stomach took that moment to growl.
    “Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll find you some dinner.” He put his hand on the doorframe. “How does a BLT sound?
    She held her hand to her belly. “Food of any kind sounds great.” He gave a nod. ”You got it.”
    “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”
    She dressed in a long shirt and a pair of capris, pushed her damp hair behind her ears, and then headed to the kitchen. The delicious smell of bacon made her stomach rumble again.
    Joe stood at the stove with his back to her but looked over his shoulder as she walked in.
    He’d taken off his hat and she saw that his hair was black, a startling combination with the blue of his eyes.
    He gestured to a plate of fried bacon next to a cutting board with tomato slices and lettuce leaves on it. A bottle of mayo and a loaf of whole wheat bread were next to a couple of plates.
    She cleared her throat. “Thank you for rescuing me outside and helping me get settled.” She breathed in the warm smells. “And for this wonderful feast.”

    “Not a problem.” He turned a piece of bacon. “Beer, wine, iced tea, or water?” he asked.
    “Whatever you want is in the fridge.”
    “A beer sounds wonderful.” She opened the fridge, reached in and grabbed a Bud. “You?”
    “I’ll take one too.”
    She grabbed a second one then put both on a table in the kitchen nook before returning to him.
    He used a pair of tongs to take more bacon out of the pan to add to the rest, then turned off the heat and put the pan on a cool burner.
    When she reached him, he said, “Help yourself.”
    “Thanks.” She loaded up her BLT then took her sandwich to the table and waited for him to join her before she started eating her sandwich. “Wonderful,” she said after she swallowed. She took a drink of beer then added, “I needed this.” Joe’s lips curved into a smile. “You don’t strike me as the beer type.” His smile did funny things to her insides. She returned his smile. “Usually I prefer wine, but tonight a beer sounded better with a BLT.”
    “What made you decide to interrupt your city life and come out here to the middle of nowhere?” he asked in between bites. “Boston is a far cry from Douglas.” His voice was low and sent vibrations through her belly. The big cowboy was so sexy she had a hard time concentrating on his words.
    “I needed a change.” She tried to get her mind off thoughts of seeing him naked and shrugged. “When my father passed away and left me the ranch I decided to take it over. So I sold my boutique and here I am.”
    “Here you are,” he repeated then was silent for a long moment. “I don’t suppose you know anything about ranching.”
    “No.” She shook her head.