We stand in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. “We should probably head back. Get cleaned up for dinner.”
Family dinner at the ranch is always a big deal. Meg goes all out, and I want Sasha to experience it properly. I also want to introduce her to some of the other staff—people who’ve become like family to me over the years.
The ride back to the cabin is quiet, but it’s the best kind. Comfortable in a way that doesn’t require filling the space with meaningless small talk.
“We’ve got about an hour,” I tell her, when we’re back inside. “Bathroom’s all yours.”
“Thanks,” she says, grabbing her bag. “I won’t be long.”
While she’s in the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, trying not to imagine how it’ll be sleeping so close to her tonight.
The sound of the shower coming to life makes my imagination run wild. Images of her naked body covered in soap, bubbles streaming down her naked body with only hints of skin peeking through. And those full, perky breasts with those dusky nipples?
Fuckin’-A, man. Get a grip.
By the time she’s done, I’ve barely managed to compose myself, my dick still at half-mast.
“It’s all yours,” she says with a small smile.
I grab my toiletry bag and head for the bathroom, purposely avoiding looking at her too long. When I scoot past, all I can smell is lavender and vanilla.
Cold shower it is.
When we get backto the cabin after dinner, the night air has a slight chill to it. I grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses from the cupboard.
“How about a nightcap?” I ask, holding up the bottle with a sly grin. “We always keep this cabin stocked with the good stuff.”
“Sure.” Sasha kicks off her shoes by the front door. “Sounds perfect.”
I pour us each a glass and hand one to her.
“So,” I say, wandering over to sit on the bed. “Ready for the show?”
“Absolutely.” She takes a sip of her wine. “I can’t believe we’re going to be watching a meteor shower through the ceiling.”
“They say the Perseids are supposed to be incredible this year.”
After we finish our first glass, I pour us each another before setting the bottle on the nightstand.
When Sasha excuses herself to go change, disappearing into the bathroom with her bag, I take the opportunity to press the button that opens the roof, revealing a stunning canopy of stars already visible against the dark sky.
I’m still sitting on the edge of the bed when she comes out, having already stripped down to my boxers. Her eyes widen slightly before she composes herself.
“Sorry,” I say.Nope. Not sorry at all. “I usually sleep naked, but I figured I’d wear these if it makes you more comfortable.”
Her gaze lingers boldly on my chest before she rolls her eyes. “Well, I don’t wear a bra to bed,” she retorts, crossing her arms, “so I hope that doesn’t makeyouuncomfortable.”
My mouth goes dry as I take in the sexiest baggy pair of sweats I’ve ever seen. Hair hanging loose, her T-shirt hangs off one shoulder, face stripped of makeup.
She’s so damn beautiful.
“Not in the slightest, sweet cheeks.”
“Figured if I wore this you wouldn’t get any ideas,” she adds with a smirk, gesturing to her outfit.
If she thinks a ratty pair of sweats and an oversized T-shirt is going to sway me, she couldn’t be more wrong. I could have those off of her in all of two seconds if I wanted to—and I really, reallywant to.
Instead of throwing out a snarky comment, I pat the space next to me on the bed. “Come on. The show’s about to start.”
