Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Her head jerks as she finally spots me. I climb off of my horse and tie him to the fence before jumping over it onto her land. She’s watching me, smiling.
I take her in from the top of her head to the ends of her bare toes. She’s curvy, and she’s definitely a woman now.
“Hey, Cole,” she says with a smile on her face.
I pull my hat lower on my head as if that’s going to stop her from seeing the attraction on my face. “Sassy, you shouldn’t be out here.”
She looks at the fence line and back at me in confusion. “I shouldn’t be out on my property?”
“You’re at least two miles from your house, and no one’s around.”
She points to her horse that’s tied up to the tree. She has a rifle hooked into her saddle bag. Rolling her eyes, she tells me, “I have my rifle. I’m protected, Cole.”
Stubbornly, I tell her, “You still shouldn’t be out here...in your underwear.”
It’s then that she realizes what she’s wearing. She looks down at herself and sure enough, she spots her hard nipples pointing right at me through her thin bra. Her face turns red, but she doesn’t try to hide herself. Nope, she wouldn’t be Sassy if she did. If anything, she pulls her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out even more. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I was out here by myself.”
I walk closer to her, and she wavers for just a minute. I think she’s going to take a step back, but she surprises me when she stays where she’s at. I walk around her because I’m an idiot and a glutton for punishment, wanting to see all of her. Her ass is perfect globes, and my hands are itching to grab on to them.
I move back around to the front of her. “You’re not here by yourself now. Anyone could walk up on you.”
She lifts her head and boldly meets my gaze. “Yeah, but it’s just you, Cole. I’m not afraid of you.”
My eyes glitter. I want to bend her over my knee and spank her pretty ass for putting herself in this position. It’s probably true that no one would stumble on her out here, but if I did, one of my ranch hands or her dad’s ranch hands could do the same.
“You shouldn’t be afraid of me.”
She shrugs. “I’m not.”
I smile and put my hands deep into my pockets. “You walk around your ranch like that?”
She looks down at herself as if she doesn’t see what the big deal is. I swear this image of her is burned into my mind forever. I won’t be forgetting it. “In my underwear? No, of course not.”
I nod, and I know I shouldn’t ask the next question, but I do it anyway. Maybe because it’s just the two of us out here and it’s the only time I’ve ever been completely alone with her. Or maybe because she’s all I’ve thought about, and I need to know the answer. “Anyone see you like that? Ever?”
She scrunches her nose up and seems to think about it. “Are we counting the girls in gym class in high school?”
I shake my head side to side.
She brings out her hand and acts as if she’s counting on her fingers. When she gets to her second hand, I’m ready to go off. But then she raises her head with a glint in her eye. “Just one person... just you.”
I let out the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. It comes out in a big poof of air. “So I’m the only man to have seen you in your underwear?”
She swallows, licks her lips, and nods her head. “Yep.”
It’s not my place, and I know I should keep my damn mouth closed, but I can’t hold it in. “That’s good, Sassy. Boys your age only want one thing. You should wait... before you show another man what you look like under your clothes.”
She leans down and looks at herself again. “What do you mean? I look the same with clothes on... or at least a bathing suit.”
I shake my head and try to hide my laugh. She may be twenty years old, but her dad has sheltered her most of her life. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’ve made sure to keep men away from her. “No, honey. Trust me. You definitely look different like that.”
She tilts her head to look at me. There’s a question in her eyes, and before I change my mind, I say to her, “What is it? You look like you have a question. What is it?”
She licks her lips nervously. “I do have a question.”
I nod, following the path that her tongue took across her lips. “Yeah, you can ask me.”
She nods and swallows hard. “The boys at school always made fun of me. Said I was an ugly tomboy. Do you think I’m ugly? I mean, do you think any man will ever look at me and think I’m pretty?”