Page 20 of Stranded with a Bossy Rancher

“I mean, yeah, I was leaving but not for the reason you think.”

He’s pulling back into the driveway, and he parks as close as he can to the house. I put my hand on the door to open it, and he growls at me, “Don’t move.”

I watch him get out in the pouring rain and come around to my side. He opens the door, undoes my seatbelt, and reaches in to get me.

“I can walk.”

He just glares at me. “You’re in tennis shoes. I’m carrying you.”

I don’t have the energy to fight with him, so I go into his arms without any further complaint.

He carries me up the front steps of his house and then inside. I expect him to put me down, but he doesn’t. He carries me up the stairs with his boots sloshing the whole way. He doesn’t stopuntil we’re in his bathroom, and only then does he release me and let me stand on my own two feet.

He reaches inside the shower and turns the hot water on.

He’s mad. He’s fuming mad, and I just stand here and stare at him.

He starts by taking off his boots and then his jeans and T-shirt. I should probably look away, but I can’t. He takes off his underwear, and he’s half hard as he stares at me. “Sorry, I get like this when I’m around you. Ignore it.”

I bite my lip and stare at his dick that seems to be growing longer and thicker the longer I stare at him.

He grunts. “Give me a break, Camille. I only have so much willpower.”

I jerk my eyes away from his twitching dick. “Sorry.”

He grunts and reaches for my shirt, and I put a hand out to stop him. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t release me, but he doesn’t try to raise my shirt either. “I’m not trying to force you or anything, Camille. I’m just trying to get us both warm. Look at you. You’re trembling.”

I nod my head in agreement. He’s right, and I know he’s right and it’s not like he didn’t see all my body last night. With my teeth chattering, I pull my shirt up.

As I’m pulling it off, Elliott squats in front of me and helps me remove my shoes. His hand is gentle as he removes my socks, and then it’s almost as if he’s holding his breath as he reaches for the button of my jeans and undoes them. He pulls the jeansdown my legs, and I step out of them. When he stands back up, his cock is hard and standing straight out.

He points at my underwear and bra. “Can you get the rest?”

I try to hide my disappointment. “Yeah.” I choke and then repeat it again. “Yeah, I can.”

When he turns his back to test the water, I strip off my bra and underwear.

Without looking at me, he gestures for me to get into the shower. I climb in, making sure not to touch him because sure enough if I do, I’ll probably do something stupid like beg him to let me stay.

As soon as I get under the warm spray, I tilt my head back to let it hit me in the face. When I raise my head and open my eyes, Elliott is staring at me.

He shakes his head and then squirts shampoo on his hand. “Turn around.”

“What?” I ask him, even though I heard him just fine. I just don’t understand.

“Turn around and let me wash your hair.”

I turn but mutter to him, “I can wash my own hair.”

He massages the shampoo into my hair and uses his big hands to massage my scalp. “I know you can, but if you’re determined to leave me, this is on my list of things I wanted to experience with you.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask, I tell myself, but I’m too curious to keep quiet.

“What list?”

He continues washing my hair. “The list I have of everything I want to do to you, with you, and for you.”

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