Page 17 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

“What are you getting at, Wyatt?”

“Nothing much,” he shrugged and arched a brow. “Looked like I might’ve interrupted something back in the kitchen.” His smile was small but knowing, and the laugh only broke free when I glared back at him.

“Maybe, but that’s all I’m saying about it.”

“For now,” Wyatt said confidently. “It’s good. I’m glad.”

“You don’t think she’s too young?”

“She’s young, sure,” Wyatt agreed. “But if she’s mature enough to take care of your boy, she’s old enough. And you like her. Been a long damn time since you’ve liked anyone at all. Other than me,” he added with a laugh.

“She’s so fucking likable. I dare anyone to not like her after spending a few minutes with her.”

Wyatt sighed when Friendly wiggled free and licked his face. “I like her, but I don’t want to kiss her.”

I frowned. “Why not?”

He smiled. “I like my women feisty, and she’s as sweet as apple pie. That’s just what you need— somebody to soften those sharp edges of yours.”

“Sharp edges?”

He nodded. “You have a tendency to throw yourself into work and to forget about everything other than what needs doing. You’ve had lunch at home more since she got here than you have in longer than I can remember.”

Wyatt’s words sat with me for hours as we got the goats back to separate pens and worked on disinfecting their wounds until the vet arrived. It was an easy job that didn’t require much other than focus and a soft touch, and that allowed my thoughts to wander back to Molly. Sweet, young Molly who kissed like a dream. That kiss told me there was a lot more fire in her than she let on—hell, maybe even more than she knew she possessed. It was as hot as it was unexpected.

The last thing I expected when I heard her moaning in the pantry was that seconds later, her body would be molded to mine while we made out like teenagers. Even though doubts continued to creep in about our age difference, I kept thinking about her words. She wanted me too; she admitted as much straight to my face, and knowing that—hell, it only made me want her more.

It wasn’t smart; I knew that. Us together had disaster written all over it. When I inevitably fucked up and she fled from the ranch, what would I do then? What would Hunter do?

By the time I made it back to the main house, the sun was starting to brighten the landscape, and it was still silent inside. I stopped in the middle of the hall. If I turned one way, I’d be right in front of Molly’s bedroom door. The other way led to my bedroom. It was the right path. The smart path. As much as I wanted her, I pushed my legs to my room, where I kicked off my socks, jeans, and boxers, tossing my shirt on the way to the bathroom, where I took the quickest, hottest shower of my life. I was exhausted down to my bones, and water droplets still clung to my skin as I collapsed face down in bed and fell promptly asleep.

Sleep wasn’t peaceful, though. Hell, it was anything but peaceful with thoughts of Molly prancing around. She was naked and riding my cock, eyes sparkling with fire as she came apart around me. She was on her knees, begging me to give her more. She was rubbing my back or curling up beside me on the sofa during one of those rare occasions I actually made time to watch a movie.

My dreams were filled with Molly, and not just naked, which was more alarming than anything else. Except when I woke up with my chest heaving, it wasn’t fear that gripped me.

It was excitement.

It was arousal.

Chapter11

Molly

Even now, hours after it happened, I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. Every time I closed my eyes, even blinked, there it was—or should I say therewewere, with our bodies pressed against one another as we attacked each other’s mouths. It was such a hot, spontaneous encounter that my nipples were hard all day, and just remembering his big hands on my body made my panties wet and had sweat trickling down my spine.

I’ve been thinking about tasting you all week.My body shivered as those whisper-growled words played over and over in my mind. No man had ever talked so dirty to me, so bluntly, which was strange considering how many had tried to talk their way into my pants. Thinking about Colton’s hands and his dirty words had me distracted all morning as I went through alphabets and numbers with Hunter.

“Okay, kiddo, that’s enough for the morning. What do you say we go see Peanut Butter?”

Hunter’s big green eyes widened in surprise and then sparkled with joy. “Yes, please!” He jumped to his feet, practically bouncing on his toes. “You mean it?”

I stood much slower and nodded. “Yep. I think we need some sunshine and fresh air.” And I hoped the breeze would cool my overheated skin, and maybe watching him on the pony would give me something else to think about.

We got our shoes on and trudged down the steps hand in hand. “You think Billy’s gonna let me run today?”

I smiled. “I don’t know. All we can do is ask, right?”

He nodded, but he wasn’t hopeful. “Okay.” By the time we made it to the stables, Hunter’s spirits were lifted as he greeted Peanut Butter. “Hey, Peanut Butter, I snuck you an apple. Don’t tell Molly,” he said loud enough for me to hear.

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