Chapter Four

Will

I probably wake every seventeen minutes during the night, that’s what it seems like. Every cell in my body is tight and completely aware of the sweet, innocent woman sleeping in the bed across the hallway. Each time I open my eyes, my cock is harder than the last time until, finally, dawn breaks and I take a long, hot shower.

The water hits my shoulders and sluices down my body as I grasp the thickness of my cock and imagine sinking into her tight, hot little body. I picture hot, fierce fucking, which of course, I wouldn’t indulge in the first time. I’d take her slowly and tenderly, but only after I’d loved every inch of her.

I know she’d be shy and modest, probably want the light off. I wouldn’t be that kind. I’ll have candles everywhere, casting soft golden light across her naked body. I’ll have her displayed on my bed for my pleasure and then I’d taste her innocence. Make her come while I devour her.

The hot water pounds my back while I stroke my cock, coming as I imagine what her tight sheath would feel like when I took her for the first time. I roar as I shoot my load against the marble walls. The moment my climax passes, I know it’s not enough. I’ll be hard the instant I see her again.

The next time is twenty minutes later at breakfast. She sits at the table in a demure little matching sweater number. The sweater clings to her breasts, barely, in a way that is too much and not enough. Little tease. Her slacks are a conservative beige and she wears shoes, the type that look like ballet flats. It’s as if she dressed to go work in an office, but she’s so beautiful, I catch my breath. Her hair is loose, but she has a ribbon tied to keep it out of her face as she studies my tax returns.

“Will,” she says, glancing around. “I shouldn’t have kissed you last night.”

We’re supposed to be getting to know each other this week, and I suppose she thinks that doesn’t include kissing. If she wants to play it this way, that’s fine. For now.

I shrug a shoulder. “We’ll blame it on the moonlight.”

Relief washes over her face. She gives me a grateful smile and returns her attention to the papers on the table.

This should make me fucking insane, a woman scrutinizing my taxes, but I don’t care. The agency had her sign a confidentiality agreement. Whatever she finds out, she can’t discuss with anyone, and there are plenty of people who want to know more about me.

She can analyze anything she wants. I’d let her go sit at my computer and look at my search history if I had any decent internet to speak of. I only get email a couple of times a month. One of the benefits of living in the sticks. Little to no communication, which suits me fine, now that I have my girl.

I never eat much in the morning. Margie, the cook that’s been with my family since my parents were newlyweds, tries to tempt me every morning with French toast, omelets, and bacon. I never eat a bite other than the occasional piece of toast. Ben would love me to eat breakfast with him, but I’m always ready to get to work. If he wants company over breakfast, he can talk to one of the ladies I pay to watch him.

Rebecca sips a cup of tea and nibbles on a few berries. I sit across from her, about to take a swallow of coffee as she lifts a fat strawberry to her mouth. I’m mesmerized. Her teeth sink into the red fruit and she sucks the juice. A drop escapes and she licks her lips. Any other woman, I’d suspect of putting on an act, but not Rebecca.

She traces the column of numbers with her finger as she studies the form and when she reaches the bottom, she lifts her gaze to mine. I’m still standing by my chair, my coffee cup halfway to my mouth, staring like a love-sick pup.

“Can I ask you a rude question, Will?”

Her words jerk me back from my trance and I shake my head to clear my jumbled thoughts. My cock strains painfully against my jeans. Who is this girl? How can she hold this power over me? Since the plane crash, I’ve built a wall around me a hundred feet thick. Aside from a few single nights here and there, I haven’t been with a woman. And now this woman, scarcely more than a girl, has me acting like a randy teen.

“Maybe I shouldn’t. I’m sorry. The agency told me it was rude to ask this sort of question. I’m sorry.”

I try to gather my scattered thoughts to understand what she’s telling me and I realize she was waiting for a response.

“What is it?” My voice is gruff from the need to get my hands on her.

She shakes her head, her expression apologetic. “I should have listened…”

“Just ask me, Rebecca. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

I’ve never told another person those words, but I’m certain it’s true. I want to own her. Mark her. Fuck her senseless and tease every secret thing from those pink, kissable lips and in return I’ll lay my filthy, scarred soul at her feet. The realization hits me out of nowhere like a charging bull.

“I wondered how big your ranch is. How many acres. I shouldn’t ask, but it will help me understand these numbers.”

“I have 22,000 acres.”

She gasps. “Gosh, that’s huge!”

Her words make me smile. “It’s the biggest one around.”

“I’ll bet it is.” She shakes her head in disbelief and returns her attention to the papers, flipping to the next one.

“Want me to show it to you, darlin’, all of it?”

My voice is so rough, I’m sure Margie, working in the kitchen, heard the filthy offer tucked between the words. I don’t care. I like the idea of shocking my sweet Rebecca.

Rebecca, completely missing the dirty innuendo, nods her head. “I would love to see it. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

“Good, I like the idea of mine being the first one you see. And the last.”

She beams. “Sounds like an adventure.”

“That I can promise you.”

She takes a last sip of coffee and gets up from her chair. “Should I change? Are we going on horseback? Can you give me a riding lesson?”

She gives a little wriggle of her hips, one that makes me certain she’s never sat astride a horse. I imagine gripping her hips and giving her a riding lesson. Lust claws my veins. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want her. The sweet kiss we shared last night confirmed what I felt when I first saw her.

Rebecca’s mine.

“I’ll give you a riding lesson sometime. Soon. But today we’re going on the four-wheeler.”

A small shriek escapes her lips and she claps her hand over her mouth. When she lowers her hand, she whispers. “I love it!”

I set my coffee down. “You might get a little dirty.”

“I promise I won’t complain.” She follows me out of the house and down the stairs. I have a few four-wheelers parked in a shed between the house and barn, and if I were a gentleman, I’d offer to let her drive her own. But I’m not a gentleman. I want her arms around me, holding me tight while we race across the land.

The engine roars to life and she stumbles back in surprise. I swing my leg over the seat and back it out of the shed. Her eyes widen as it dawns on her where she’ll be sitting and a cloud of worry passes behind her eyes. She looks at me with uncertainty. With a quick beckon of my finger, I invite her onto the massive four-wheeler.

She steps closer, biting her lips as she sets a hand on my shoulder. It’s a little harder for her to clamber aboard, but she manages. Perched at the very back of the seat, she’s not going to be able to hold on very well, so I grasp her behind her knees and pull her closer. I can’t see her expression, but I’m certain the motion shocks her. I love the way she feels pressed against me. Fuck, this is heaven.

“Wrap your arms around me, Rebecca.”

Slowly and tentatively she sets her hands on my waist. I take her wrists and draw her arms tight around my waist. When her breasts press against my back, I don’t think about the scars at all. All I can think of is how perfect she feels, her body molded to mine.

“Ready, Rebecca?” I have to practically yell to be heard.

“I think so. How would I know?”

I pat her hands. “Don’t sound so worried. I’ll take care of you.”

With that I gun the engine and tear away from the house. Holding on for dear life, her grip is remarkably strong. There are a hundred things I should be doing right now, making plans to round up cattle, talking to Davy about feed for the bulls or checking out the new hires, but all I want is to take my girl for a joyride. Not something I usually do, ever. In fact, it might be my first time taking a four wheeler out just to have fun.