What The Rancher Wants.... Lucy Monroe

pulling something out of one of the low cupboards. She had the sweetest little behind he’d seen in a very long time. Hell, maybe ever. And it was positioned up in the air in a position guaranteed to turn him hard as a rock.

      He took a minute just to appreciate the view.

      Her jeans weren’t exactly tight but they couldn’t hide the sweet curve of her cheeks. He’d noticed she liked to wear her clothes loose and wondered why. Not that he minded. He didn’t want the hands getting any randy ideas and he had a suspicion that Lonny already had. So far, though, the boy had done nothing overt. He just watched Carlene with hungry, hot eyes and Win didn’t like it.

      Along with his own randy thoughts toward the sexy little lady, Win had developed a whole passel full of possessive feelings. The only other woman he felt this protective toward was his sister, Leah, but he damn sure didn’t want to see her naked. Now, Carlene was another story. He figured once he got her into his bed, he wasn’t going to let her out for a good long while.

      Thinking about what he planned to spend that time doing sent his temperature spiking. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to fantasize himself right into a state of unrequited lust and, as much as he wanted Carlene, he had a horse ranch and training stables to run.

      “You find what you’re looking for yet?” he asked by way of saying hello.

      A muffled scream came from inside the cupboard and she jumped. Her head must have hit something because he heard a loud thump followed by a groan. Shimmying backward, she got herself out of the cupboard and turned to face him.

      Her glare was as hot as his loins. “You startled me.” She made it sound as if she’d just accused him of horse stealing.

      “You didn’t hear me come in?” he asked, knowing good and well she hadn’t.

      She never would have remained in such a tantalizing position otherwise. When it came to desire, Carlene acted like an untried filly. He’d seen her looking at him with something hot in her pretty brown eyes and that gave him hope, but she didn’t flirt or encourage him in any other way. She was like a mare going into heat, not sure she wanted to be covered by the stallion and playing hard to get.

      He’d let her dance around the corral some, but eventually he was going to corner her.

      She rubbed her head, the action pressing her generous breasts against the big white apron she wore from the moment she arrived until she went home in the afternoon. “No. I didn’t hear you. Why didn’t you say something?”

      “I did.” Just not right away.

      She ignored that. “Those cabinets aren’t very convenient. It’s almost impossible to reach the back without climbing right in.”

      He shrugged. “I can reach them just fine.”

      She went all squinty-eyed. “Well, I can’t and I’m the housekeeper. Unless you want to do the cooking, you’d better find some way to make the pots and pans stored down there more accessible.”

      He thought about it. “Maybe I could have a pull-out shelf installed by one of the ranch hands. Would that work?”

      She looked nonplussed by his easy acquiescence. “Yes. That would be fine. Terrific, in fact.” Then her eyes took on a wary cast. “Not Lonny.”

      He narrowed his own eyes, trying to read the expression on her face. “Has he said something to you? Made you uncomfortable?”

      She turned and picked up the big stew pot she’d been after. “I’d just rather not have him underfoot. I like Shorty. Can he build the shelf?”

      She set the stew pot in the sink and turned on the water.

      Win didn’t like dropping the subject of Lonny, but he had the impression that Carlene had said all she wanted to. Maybe she’d noticed the way Lonny looked at her too and was embarrassed by it.

      With her looks, you might think she was used to that sort of male attention, but Win got the impression that she didn’t like it. “Shorty’s handy, but I need him in the stables right now. Call a carpenter to install the pull-out.”

      Turning off the water, she looked at him over her shoulder, a smile of gratitude playing on her lips. “Are you sure?”

      “Honey, you can’t be wondering if I can afford it.” Hell, most women were only too happy to spend his money.

      She laughed. “No, more wondering if you thought it was worth it. I’m glad you do. I’ll call the carpenter tomorrow. Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      She went to lift the cast-iron pot and water sloshed over the side. “I forgot how heavy these things are.”

      He sidled up behind her and put his arms around her. Taking a firm grip on the handle, he lifted it. “You want it on the stove?”

      She stood still, like a rabbit caught in a snare. “Yes, please.”

      Her voice came out all breathy and soft. He wanted to lean down and kiss the creamy skin of her neck and see what that did to her voice, but he controlled himself. A mare couldn’t be broken to bit if the handler startled her early on with demands she wasn’t prepared to meet.

      He stepped back, using one hand to carry the pot. He set it on the stove for her.

      She turned to face him, the skin of her cheeks a rosy hue. He liked this additional evidence that his nearness had an effect on her. Standing so close to her had a pretty strong impact on him too. He’d be walking like a saddle-sore greenhorn, if he weren’t careful. His usually comfortable jeans felt tight enough to do damage right now.

      “Thank you.”

      “Anytime, honey.”

      She busied herself putting the stew together and he just watched. He liked the way she moved, her actions fluid and graceful. When she opened the fridge to pull out the meat, she squatted rather than bending over to get it. Amusement at the action tugged at him. If she thought the view of her thighs pressed against blue denim was any less exciting than her backside, she had a lot to learn about men.

      She straightened and put the meat on the cutting block. “What?”

      “Something the matter, honey?”

      She took in a deep breath and blew it out with her eyes shut, then she opened them. “What are you doing in here? I don’t think you want cooking lessons, so why are you hanging around watching me prepare dinner when you’ve got a stable to return to?”

      Her surly tone made him grin. “You’re bossy, aren’t you?”

      He could just about hear her teeth grinding together. “You’re the one that told me you want to work uninterrupted—not have to deal with anything domestic. You must have come up to the house for a reason.”

      “Yeah.”

      “What is it?” She looked as if she’d like to wrap her fingers around his neck, but not with the intention of doing anything nice.

      Why had he come up to the house? Oh, yeah. “I was wondering if you could put together a couple of casseroles for the weekend. Rosa used to do it and it helped me out a heap.”

      She nodded. “That won’t be any problem.”

      “Good.” He turned to leave and then stopped. “Maybe I’ll put that shelf in for you myself, tomorrow.”

      “No, really…your idea of calling a carpenter is a good one.”

      “If you insist.”

      He left the kitchen with the look of consternation on her face fixed clearly in his mind. She noticed him all right. She hadn’t look horrified, just thrown for a loop and he figured that was a good sign.

      He’d break that filly to bridle, but first he had to get her used to having him around. Then he’d work on the touching.

      Just