Page 42 of A Rancher's Vow
He tilted her chin so he could kiss her smiling lips. Slow and soft and all kinds ofthank youin the motion.
She patted his butt with her free hand. “You need a bit of a shower repeat, and I need to wash my hand.”
“Your turn next,” Dustin reminded her.
Charity waved her clean hand in the air. “Cosmic. Fireworks. Eventual. Yada, yada.”
He tugged her toward the shower. “It’s not going to be a punishment.”
“I hope not. And I’m eager—but not eager enough to try anything else right here.” She washed under the shower he turned on, reaching into the water stream. “Our trailer seems safer.”
“Right.” Dustin held the towel out until she took it from him. “The locked door here would only slow down, not stop, the other hands.”
He rinsed quickly, shaking his head at the expression on her face as he turned off the water and stepped to her side. “You’re going to make my head swell if you keep looking at me like that.”
“I can’t help it,” she complained, holding out their shared towel. “You really are gorgeous.”
Dustin laughed. “And…you’re talking to my cock again.”
Her head snapped up, but her lips were still raised at the corners. “Your cock likes me.”
“All of me likes you.” Dustin stepped into her personal space and kissed her softly. “I promise.”
Charity turned serious for a moment. “Get dressed. I need you to check outside and make sure the coast is clear before I go out there. I don’t want any trouble.”
He knew a quicker way. “Let me look.”
Dustin poked his head out the door. Lionel was gone, but Keith was still there, leaning on the wall and peering at his phone.
“Psst. You can leave.” Dustin winked. “And thanks.”
Keith grinned. “Was just catching up on my reading about one cocky cowboy.”
“Fuck off.” But Dustin said it with a grin.
His friend winked. “I’ll head out. Nothing to see here.”
Dustin waited until Keith was gone then opened the door for Charity. “You’re safe.”
“Thanks.” Charity stepped past him and placed his clothes on the nearest bench. “Probably easier for you to dress in here without getting anything soaked.”
“Yes.” He watched as she made her way to the exterior door. “Want to meet me at the trailer?”
“Now?” The word came out high and squeaky, and she laughed. “Sorry. I’m nervous for some silly reason. I want to be with you, Dustin. I feel funny about marching back to the trailer so we can fool around.”
He shrugged. “Then we’ll wait until it doesn’t feel funny.”
Charity paused, hand on the doorknob. “Really?”
“Really.” He pulled up his jeans and did up the button and fly. He met her gaze again. “Would you prefer if I picked you up, tossed you over my shoulder, and hauled you back to the trailer to ravish you?”
The way her eyes widened and how hard she swallowed—holy shit. Excitement was not the response he’d expected.
Interesting. He strolled forward and captured her chin with his fingers. “I don’t mind us playing games once we spell out all the rules. But for now, we’ll plan it this way. Food is being served, and I’m starving.”
Her stomach rumbled and her lips twitched. “I’m apparently Pavlov’s dog. Mention food, and I respond.”
“Welcome to ranch life.” He kissed her softly, pulling back to make direct eye contact. “It’s been a full day. The rest of our sexy cosmic balancing act will follow at the time and place that seems natural. Say yes, and we start. Say no, and we stop.”
