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Self-doubt cloaked her mind. He hadn’t touched her in a way that told her he wanted more. She did! But she didn’t know how to broach the subject.
Post-shower, cool droplets still clung to Rebecca’s skin as she stepped naked in front of the large bathroom mirror. She wasn’t ugly or bad looking, just average, she guessed – and skinny.
She twirled in front of the mirror, trying to see her body from different angles. During her stay at Rawhide Ranch, she’d put on some weight and the exercises had gained her some muscle. But her skin was pale and freckled. Most of the bruises had faded, though. She wished she knew how to use makeup.
Rebecca sighed. For all she knew, Dante wasn’t attracted to her at all. She was just a charity case, dumped in his lap. Sniffling, she swiped at a stupid tear. She turned away from the mirror and gasped when the bathroom door opened.
CHAPTER 19
Shit!
Dante froze halfway through the door. He hadn’t realized Rebecca was there—a very naked Rebecca.
His cock saluted her instantaneously and he gripped the door handle tightly against the urge to haul her into his arms. His gaze roamed over her shapely legs, the dark V at the apex of her thighs, a soft belly, and small perky tits with rosy nipples he wanted to suck and lick.
She has been abused and is vulnerable, you asshole.
He forced his gaze to her face and frowned. “Why are you crying?”
She swiped her left forearm over her face. “I’m not. These are just droplets from the shower.”
“Rebecca,” he spoke her name with slow authority and narrowed his eyes at her. The warning rang clear in his tone and expression.
She didn’t heed it. The stubborn little stowaway crossed her arms in front of her chest—unfortunately drawing his attention back to her breasts—and glared at him. Glared!
The fuck?
“What is wrong? Has someone been mean to you? I thought you liked working at the Ranch?” Agitated now, he fired the questions at her.
“Nothing. No. I do,” she shot back.
He blinked. “You do what?”
Her chin lifted. “Like working here.”
Oh. Okay.
Dante raked a hand through his hair. He didn’t get it. She was clearly upset, seemed upset with… “Are you angry with me?”
“No!” Her cheeks flushed, covering the cute freckles with a pink hue.
“That is a lie. Why are you mad at me?”
“Damn it, Dante!”
“What?” Somehow, they’d landed in some alternate reality. He had no clue what was bothering her, but something clearly was—or someone. He wracked his memory but drew a blank. “Darling, talk to me.”
She pressed her lips together, and her eyes misted.
Fuck.
He took two steps inside the bathroom, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. Dropping down in the comfortable chair, he settled her on his thighs.
“Dante, I’m naked!” She tried to squirm off his lap.
“I’ve noticed.” He adjusted her a bit, so she wouldn’t feel how her lack of clothing affected him. “Now talk, little stowaway. What has you upset?”
“Did you notice?” She tipped back her head and stared up at him.
