Once he got back to his house, he felt stupid, coming home early, expecting she’d drop everything and want to spend time with him. She was here as a favor to them to do ranch work. Since her help wasn’t needed yet, he had no right to assume she’d want to spend her free time with him.
She sat cross-legged on his couch with her laptop and looked up, beaming a smile at him. “Hey. You done already?”
“For now. Why?”
“Because I want you to take me for a joy ride across the ranch in your truck, cowboy.”
His heart simultaneously stopped and exploded with hope. “For real?”
“Unless you want to ride horses to show me the sights?”
“Nope. Let’s go.” Wyn would drag this afternoon out. Show her every nook and cranny, every field and stream, every rocky ridge and meadow of this place he loved.
Melissa proved to be an excellent gate opener, and she was properly awed by the ranch. That earned her brownie points when he parked in his favorite secluded spot and undressed her.
The times they’d been intimate had been fast and intense. For this go around, Wyn wanted slow. Maybe a little sweet.
His new roomie proved herself to be excellent at slow and sweet, with lazy kisses and lingering caresses.
Afterward, when they were both sweaty and spent on the seat of his truck, he kissed her chest as they spiraled down from the orgasmic high together.
“We’re going to wear each other out,” she murmured in his hair.
Wyn didn’t see a problem with that. “Is that a challenge?”
She groaned. “Not today. I wouldn’t mind going back. I need to make a phone call and then I want to exercise Plato.”
“Okay. But, baby you gotta move off my lap and let go of my hair so I can drive.”
He loved that dazed look in her eyes, knowing he’d put it there.