Page 21 of Stranded with a Bossy Rancher

He cups my neck in his big capable hands and whispers, “Here, rinse.”

He positions me so the water streams through my hair and he rinses out the soap. He then squirts the conditioner and does the same process again.

The whole time, I’m biting my lip, trying to keep quiet because I know that asking him what I want to know could change everything.

When he’s done rinsing my hair, he cups my hand in his and puts body wash on it. “I’m dying here, Cammy. You’ll have to wash yourself.”

I nod and start to run my hand across my body.

He’s just watching me through hooded eyes, and the way he’s looking at me makes it even more intense. “What about you?” I ask him.

“What about me?”

I hold my hand up to him. “I can wash you.”

As I reach for him, he grabs my wrists to stop me. “If you touch me, I’m going to come right here.”

I stare down at his cock, and the tip is glistening. I can’t help it, I lick my lips and he takes a step back.

“Finish up, Camille.”

He turns his back to me, and neither one of says another word as we finish showering. I’m quiet because I’m getting up the nerve to ask him what I’ve been thinking about since this morning.

CHAPTER 11

ELLIOTT

I’m barely hangingon as I turn off the shower and reach for two towels.

I wrap the first one around her hair and then the second one around her shoulders. I then grab another one and dry off before wrapping it around my waist. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her.

I disappear into the bedroom and grab a pair of underwear for me and pull them up my hips over my engorged manhood. I then grab a T-shirt and walk back into the bathroom. I don’t ask permission; I just start to pull it over her head. I thought I would be able to control myself better with her body hidden from me, but that’s not the case. It’s like the sight of her and everything we did last night is on constant replay in my head.

I put my hands on her shoulders and turn her toward the mirror. I then unwind the towel from her hair and let it fall to the floor.

I grab the brush from the counter and then slowly start to brush out her hair. She’s watching me in the mirror, but I’m doing my best to just be silent and keep doing what I’m doing. I’m soafraid I’m going to say the wrong thing and fuck this up more than it already is.

Camille lets out a huge, loud sigh, and I find her eyes trained on me in the mirror. “What is it? Did that hurt?”

I pause with the brush in her hair, and she says “No,” so I continue.

She says my name so softly I barely hear it. “Bear?”

The fact she calls me by my nickname guts me. “Yeah, honey?”

She twitches her hips. “Uh, what did you mean before?”

“When?” I ask, concentrating on her hair.

“What did you mean about your list?”

I shrug. “I’ll show it to you if you want to see it.”

She bites on to her lip. “Okay.”

I grab the blow dryer and dry her wet strands. When I’m done, I lead her from the bathroom. “You want to stay here or would you rather go to your room?”

I hold my breath waiting for her answer, and when she doesn’t answer right away, I try to hide my disappointment. “You can go to your room. It’s fine.”

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