Page 6 of Possessive Rancher

I do the gentlemanly thing to help her up, keeping her steady as we head back inside the house. She’s limping slightly so I make her sit on a stool at the large island in the kitchen.

“Let’s get this off and see what’s what,” I tell her as I pull a wet shoe off her tiny foot.

She winces as I examine it, but when I press gently around her ankle, there’s only some mild swelling.

“A doctor too?”

I let out a laugh. “Just enough to know when we have to call ahead to the hospital or not. Can you stand on it?”

She stands up gingerly and I find my hand on the side of her stomach to keep her steady. “I won’t be tumbling around on it or anything, but it’s not bad. I can be such a klutz at times.”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m here to catch you.” I look at the stairs and the freshly cleaned floors. Suddenly, it all makes sense why Ma yelled to high heavens every time we trampled through the house.

“Listen,” I begin, “I’m gonna take off this wet gear and leave it by the door. I don’t want to track all this mud across the floors. Just giving you fair warning if you dirty this place up, ain’t no staff here to clean up after you.”

She puts her hands up with a smile, “Relax, Daddy. I’ve got a dirty mouth and a dirty mind, but a dirty home was never an issue.”

Daddy. Shit. That sounds about right.

That single word causes something to shift inside me. Her tone is full of sarcasm, sure, but hearing her call me Daddy makes me certain that Heather is the right woman for me. I wonder how long it’s going to take for her to realize that.

“You’re okay with me stripping down here?” she asks without waiting for me to answer.

Heather peels her clothes off and I drag mine off too. My dick won’t cooperate with my other head as I watch her waltz across the open space to the stairs.

She pulls those soaking-wet red curls into a ponytail as she heads upstairs. A quick glance at me and my rising erection makes her blush and look away, taking her time up the steps.

My mind won’t stop imagining her slender legs wrapping around me, her hands clutching me the same way she did on the ATV. I have to count to a hundred before I calm myself down enough to follow her upstairs.

As I move around my room, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist, I remember the lack of linens in the closet. She’s going to need fresh towels, so I hustle to grab her some and bring them into the room.

I push the door open after I hear the shower running—only I walk in to see a stark naked Heather.

“Fuck. I’m sorry, ma’am.” I turn around to stop myself from glaring at her naked body, but I’ve seen enough to let my imagination fill in the blanks.

“I’m not,” she giggles. “And if you go back to that ma’am business, I’ll be forced to call you Mr. Haven.”

“I liked it better when you called me Daddy.” I put the towels down on the dresser and walk out of her room.

“You know that’s not fair, right?” she calls from the doorway after shutting the shower off. I just know she’s still naked, tempting me to do things I have no business doing with my future employee.

Wife? Absolutely. The line between her titles and her future with me is blurring in the short time we’ve been together.

“What’s not fair?” I ask her, turning around to show her I’m not ashamed or scared to look over that beautiful body she’s flaunting.

Soft peaks of tender breasts, begging for me to taste them, lavish them with my mouth. Her nipples are the same shade of ginger as her freckles and that sweet pussy is hiding behind a trim triangle of hair that matches her eyebrows. Fucking glorious.

“You get to see mine when do I get to see yours?” she asks, her eyes traveling down until she stops on my crotch. My erection is beginning to stare back harder and harder from behind the towel, making her smile.

I can’t let this moment go, walking back toward her. Heather stands in the doorway refusing to move, refusing to let my energy push her around. She’s fierce, fiery in every way I like in a woman.

Her boldness is attractive and the level of comfort we seem to slip into around one another isn’t something I can overlook. It feels right, even as I pin her to the doorframe with a single look.

I look her over and take her ponytail down, letting her hair fall over her freckled breasts. My eyes trace the contours of her body before I let my hands slide into her hair, grazing her scalp and tipping her face up toward mine.

Her fingers grab onto the sides of my torso, and I bite my lip just as I dip my mouth down to claim her. I don’t care about this damn job. Shit was never supposed to be posted, but I’m happy my drunk ass did it because this is better than anything I thought would have shown up on my doorstep.

Heather’s lips taste like bubblegum and oranges, making me salivate for more. I want to know what she tastes like everywhere. Thunder booms and lightning cracks, but nothing’s going to pull me out of this kiss.

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