Page 58 of Falling For Her Cowboy
“Yes, sir.” She wrapped her arm around his waist.
Ridge tightened his hold on her. He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. His family had accepted her with him.
“Come on. Let’s go home.” He led her over to his truck and helped her in. Once he’d secured her with her safety belt, he jogged over to his side. It didn’t take long to drive from the main barn over to his home.
Once they crossed over the threshold of his front door, he slammed it shut and pushed her up against the door. He stood before her with only a few centimeters separating them.
“This is your home.” He wanted to ensure she knew where her place was going to be. He was ready for an argument, but it didn’t come.
“It is. Wherever you are is where I belong,” she announced.
Her big brown eyes were wide and filled with love. He leaned down and covered her lips with his. He could have lost her today. Theo had somehowcome onto the ranch unnoticed and apparently had been plotting to do her bodily harm.
I should have taken you out when I had the chance the other night.
Theo’s words echoed in his head. The fucker had been casing out the bunkhouse. Ridge pushed down the surge of anger that threatened to erupt. There was no point. Theo English would not bother Melah again.
His woman was safe.
Melah tore her lips from his. They were both breathing heavy. Her gaze dropped down to his hands. Her eyes widened in shock. He looked at his hands and bit back a grimace. The skin on his knuckles was mangled and covered in dried blood. They were already sore and stiff. It was going to be a few days until he’d be able to utilize his hands.
“You need to do something about them.” She gently took his right hand in hers and shook her head. “Come. Let’s go into the kitchen to get some ice.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll do that later.” He bent down and lifted her into his arms.
She threw hers around his neck and held on. He kicked off his shoes and stalked through thehouse to the staircase. He took the stairs two at a time while carrying her.
“At least clean them and put something on them so they won’t get infected,” she exclaimed.
“I will.” He nudged the door to his bedroom open and strode through it. He didn’t stop until they were in his master en suite. Then he lowered her to her feet. He cupped her face in his hands and dropped a kiss on her lips. “We both need to take a hot shower. I don’t know about you, but I feel like I have dirt in my pores.”
She glanced over at the mirror and let out a little yelp.
“Okay. Shower first, then you must promise me to let me put something on your knuckles,” she said, turning back to him.
“I promise.” He went over to the shower and switched the water on to allow it to warm up a bit. When designing the bathroom, he’d ensured it had plenty of space. The shower was a walk-in with a glass wall separating it from the bathtub.
“I don’t have any clothes here.” She went over the sink and pulled her hair out of the ponytail. She combed her fingers through her tangled strands. She grimaced and continued her attempt to tame her hair.
“I’m sure I have something you can wear.” He checked the water and found it to be satisfactory. He tugged at his shirt and raised it over his head. His hand dropped to his belt. He swore at the pain of trying to undo it.
She glanced over and saw he was having a slight issue.
She moved over to him and pushed his hands out of the way.
“Your shirts are way too big.” She chuckled. She opened the belt then went to the button of his jeans. She undid it and lifted her gaze to his.
“Well, you need something to cover you when my father and Bee bring the food,” he said.
She gave a quick nod then threw her hair up into a bun on the top of her head.
“I guess it will do. But then what?” She drew down his jeans. They fell to the floor.
He kicked them away and stood proudly before her in just his boxer briefs. His cock was thickening. It lifted and pressed against the cotton material. She arched an eyebrow at him and shook her head.
“None of that until I make sure your hands are okay.” Melah backed away from him while a sexy grin spread across her face.
“What? Of course not. I can’t control him,” he muttered.
