The Quick and the Hot 2: Slick Rider by Em Petrova Page B

knee again.
    As a country girl, she’d watched her share of rodeos and drooled over her share of cowboys. She’d always envied the women who went after those guys. She’d never have the guts to even try to catch the eye of someone like Juss Rossie. Just once in her life she’d like to grow a pair of girl-nads and take what she wanted.
    Sexually.
    She folded the tape snugly around his knee and set aside the supplies. Then she slipped an arm around his waist and tugged him toward the wheelchair. Using his good arm, he helped her transfer his weight to the seat.
    His heat along with his clean, soapy scent pushed her body into overdrive. Her pussy squeezed hard, and juices flowed into her lace panties. Under her scrub top, her nipples were two aching pearls begging to be rolled between thumb and forefinger.
    Easy. Down, girl.
    Once she had Juss situated in the chair, she circled around behind him. Pushing him out of the room meant going past Katie and several other assistants. As she wheeled the famous cowboy past the desk, every mascaraed eye raked over the hunk.
    “We’ll be in the pool if anyone needs us,” Lilly sang while pushing him by. At this time of day, the pool would be empty, and part of her was glad. She spent a lot of one-on-one time with her patients but wanted to spend more with this one in particular.
    “The pool, huh?” Juss asked when they exited the double doors.
    “Yes. Hope you’re up for a swim.”
    She’d had Juss in the pool once before, and her senses were still reeling from seeing his shorts conformed to his hard hips and outlining his groin. But he’d also been surly as hell and still hopped-up on post-op pain meds.
    Not that he was much more agreeable now. Was he?
    They reached a big door, and she pushed a silver button on the wall. The door swung open, and she wheeled him in. The scent of chlorine filled her nose. The low lighting of the space gave the small pool a spa feel. The pool itself was only waist-deep and the size of a double bed, heated to a blissful eighty degrees.
    After reaching behind her, she twisted the door lock quietly.
    She stood behind his chair and stripped down to the bathing suit she wore under her scrubs. All physical therapists received a regulation suit for this job—they spent time almost every day in the pool with a client. She hung her scrubs on a peg near a stack of towels and adjusted the tank straps of her suit.
    Suddenly she wished it were a sexy string bikini. That would be more along the lines of what a man like Juss would like to see. She glanced at her undersized chest. He probably preferred the Buckle Bunnies’ double Ds too. Lilly had a full handful, but nothing more. Her body was horribly ordinary. Not fat, not thin. Not curvy, not straight. Just not right for piquing the interest of hunky cowboys.
     
    JUSS STARED AT Lilly out of the corner of his eye. He hated being at the mercy of anyone, let alone a woman who weighed 120 pounds. The fact that she could maneuver him with such finesse grated on his self-esteem. He felt puny enough since his surgery without needing her help to get out of beds and wheelchairs.
    She wheeled him down a small slope into the water.
    The chlorine of the pool stung his eyes, and he raised his good hand to rub them. Damn these injuries . He’d taken on Bushwhacker before and never been thrown. For the two-thousandth time he replayed the ride—palm strapped to the saddle, arm upraised to compensate for whip. Knees locked and heels perfectly placed in stirrups. He shook his head. There’d been nothing unusual about the ride. His friends called it a freak accident.
    “Let’s start ranging this shoulder.” Lilly removed the sling, took his wrist and forearm, and began to gently manipulate his arm. The buoyancy helped lessen the pain.
    “Let me just get into a better position.” She sank to her knees before him, submerging herself to the collarbones.
    Oh, sweet Jesus . His shaft jumped in his wet boxers. Being injured