Page 40 of A Rancher's Vow

She snapped her gaze back up to his. “All of you.”

He dipped his chin. “Thanks.”

As he reached for the towel hanging on the wall, the words spilled free. “Can I help?”

Dustin paused with the terry cloth knotted in his fingers. “Tee?”

“To dry you off,” Charity clarified, then added, “To touch you. I want to. So much.”

His expression grew serious. “And more?”

She nodded so hard and fast her chin vibrated.

They both smiled, and the connection only grew.

Dustin moved closer. The heat of his body enveloped her like a caress. Her skin grew more sensitive, her sex ached for contact.

He cupped her cheek in his hand. Somehow he ignored that he was completely naked and she was fully clothed. His eyes were serious, and yet that part of him that was sheer mischief remained. “There’s something between us, isn’t there?”

“Friends,” Charity insisted. “Always friends, but yes, something more as well.”

Dustin smiled softly. “Want to explore thatsomethingwith me?”

So, so very much.

She waited.

He waited.

Oh damn, she knew this one. “You want me to say it.”

Dustin stroked his thumb over her lower lip, gaze following it intently. “Consent is sexy.”

“Yes,” she said instantly. “I want to explore.”

She propped his clothes on the small shelf above the towel hook then pulled the towel from his fingers. Moisture and warmth greeted her as she stroked upward over rigid chest muscles. The heavy thump of his heart pulsed under her fingers.

Dustin hummed happily. “Me too. So, let’s explore.”

It wasn’tthe best place for this to happen, but considering Lionel and Keith had left the shower room only a few minutes before Charity had come in, Dustin figured he had some willing spotters running interference outside.

Still, he tilted his head to the right. “Hang on.”

Crossing the distance to the door, locking it, then returning to her side took only seconds.

He caught her hand in his and replaced it on his chest.

Charity’s lips curled upward. “Instant replay?”

“I liked where this was going, so why not?”

Her gaze dropped to her fingers. “This isn’t drying you off.”

“No. Is it getting you wet?”

Her cheeks flushed. He adored that about her—the change in her skin tone was subtle but oh so clear when they were up close and personal like this.

Charity drifted her fingertips up to stroke along his collar bone, over his shoulder, then down his back as she stepped around him. Dustin focused on not coming before she’d even laid a finger on his cock.