The Rancher's Untamed Heart by Nicole Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

door to the outside opened and we both froze.
     
    "Clint?" a man called from the other end.
     
    "I'll be right there, just showing the inspector around," Clint called back.
     
    Carefully, silently, I pulled my hands away from the man's shirt. He slipped his broad palms off my shoulders and turned away. I was gratified to notice that he squirmed with the first few steps he took, apparently adjusting himself in his jeans. Apparently the heat and fire that were running across my skin were affecting him as well.
     
    I took a moment to get myself together, running my hands through my hair and putting it back up in a simple ponytail. Like the gorgeous man I was watching walk away, I shook myself, trying to rid myself of the arousal and need that had been building in me all afternoon.
     
    Watching him walk away was a treat. He was tall, at least six feet four, with broad shoulders and a trim waist, and long, long legs. I loved to watch his jeans stretch over his muscular thighs with each step, but the best part was observing his tight round ass that even the most practically relaxed of jeans couldn't hide entirely.
     
    "What would it be like to see that ass free and bare?" I asked myself, picturing the glistening globes of skin, visible at last, strong muscles working as that man walked away from me, perhaps to go fetch his shirt from where I'd flung it. When I started imagining him bending over to pick up the shirt, and my breathing hitched, I told myself that I had to stop. With one final quick shake of my head, I followed Clint to the open door several rows away.
     
     

 

     
    As the man I desired had a brief conversation with another farmhand, I went through my clipboard and checked over what I'd jotted down. Everything on the farm seemed to be in order, and I was looking forward to my visit on Friday - if Clint still wanted me.
     
    He turned toward me and I felt a warm flare in my stomach, of hope and desire, laced with a fear of rejection, a fear that everything that had just happened was a fluke, what Clint and I had together was a shivery cobwebby potential that had been blown away by the dusty wind outside the door.
     
    "I've got to go check a fence line. A coyote got through somehow and tore up one of our ewes," he said, all business again. His deep voice was still hoarse around the edges, just barely, and when our eyes met I found none of the embarrassment or anger that I feared, only heat.
     
    "I need to get this information back to the office," I said. "It was nice to meet you, sir."
     
    I held out my hand to shake his. He had a good handshake, firm, without crushing my hand - as I knew he could - in his muscular one. I broke the contact quickly, as I felt my cheeks start to flush, ever so slightly, at the glorious torture of his skin on mine.
     
    With a nod to the farm hand, I turned and walked quickly back to my truck to drive back to the office and type up this paperwork.
     
    Driving down a gravel road was trying, after that visit to the farm - that visit that was such a tease.
     
    One hand on the wheel, I reached between my legs to stroke myself over my pants, to try to relieve the ache that was starting to insist on attention.
     
    Unfortunately, right then, my phone rang and I had to stop before I'd even truly begun. It was my boss, checking on the inspection. I told her that it went well, everything was in order, and I intended to go back on Friday afternoon to complete the non-surprise inspection that Clint Cannon was due for. I mean - the inspection that Clint Cannon' farm was due for.
     
    My boss didn't seem to notice any difference in my manner, so I was able to get off the phone fairly quickly, after assuring her that I was on my way back to the office to submit the day's paperwork.
     
    By the time I'd gotten off the phone, though, it was time to turn off the gravel road and turn away from the farm where I'd had so much fun. I gave myself one final rub through my jeans and shivered, before