Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

“You’d do it?” His eyes turned luminous. “For me?”

“Yes.”

Way to go, Ves. Don’t sound desperate or anything.

He smiled. “You’re such a kind, sweet…” His head tilted, bringing his mouth close to mine. His scent of outdoors and timber shot up my nose as he brought me forward, our lips only inches apart. “…amazing woman. I’m so fucking hard for you right now, Vesper.”

Dangnamit, everything inside me tightened, melted, swapped ownership and put its hands in the air to flay like idiots over how much I liked this guy.

How much I wanted this guy.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Ryder.” I licked my lips, almost hyperventilating with how much I needed him to kiss me.

“Christ, I love it when you say my name.” His thumb ran over my bottom lip, pulling it down as he pressed the lightest kiss there. “Vesper, I wouldn’t just ask this of any other woman. I’m asking you because you’re so damn incredible.”

Ask me what?

You want me naked and on all fours?

Got it. Give me three seconds.

You want me to dress up in a nurse’s uniform and look after you instead of the dogs you bring in?

Hell yes, get on my table and drop ‘em.

I swallowed again. “Spit it out. I need to know.”

My heart needed to know before it galloped from my chest and left me a corpse.

“Okay, here it goes. Can you, Vesper Fairfax…knit?”

Eh…

What?!

I blinked, wrenching my face from his hold. “What did you just say?”

He bit his lip, shaking with mirth. “I asked how skilful you are with two needles and some wool.”

“Why? Do you have some crazy fetish you’re trying to admit to?”

“I have fetishes, but needles aren’t included.” He couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore. “Man, you should see your face.”

You should see what you did to my knickers, you jerk.

“Why exactly are you asking if I have knitting skills?”

His eyes dropped to the dog. “Well, she’s cold. You’re a vet. You’re supposed to help her dilemma.”

“Her dilemma?”

“Yes, she has no fur. You should…I dunno, knit her something to make up for the shitty deal she got in the canine life.”

My eyebrows climbed up my face. “Knit? You think I can knit?”

He shrugged. “You’re a girl. Isn’t that like a prerequisite?”

“Holy wow, you’re a sexist.”