“Perfect. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

“Mama,” Jack called from the other room.

Sarah sighed. “They’re up.”

Luke leaned back. “I’ll get them ready while you get dressed.”

She gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you.” She went to the dresser, opened drawers, pulling out clothes before she closed them again. A lace bra, purple T-shirt, and a pair of jeans dangled from her hands. She dumped them on top of the dresser.

He studied her, trying to read her mood and just how fatigued she was, despite her trying to hide it.

To his utter surprise, she stripped off her camisole with her back to him, but his eyes locked onto her reflection in the mirror. The site of her full breasts made his mouth water. Her dark hair spilled down her back. The thought of moving in behind her and cupping her breasts and feeling their weight in his hands drove him mad. She slipped her arms through the lacy bra straps and connected them at her back. She pulled her hair free and her breasts pressed against the lace. She pulled the T-shirt over her head. He didn’t think he could take much more without touching her. Then she took off her shorts and revealed the lace panties hidden beneath, hugging her slightly rounded rump and slim hips. She slid her legs into the jeans and pulled them up with a wiggle of her bottom.

Disappointment lanced through him to see her creamy skin covered.

“Is this some kind of payback?” he joked.

A sexy grin tilted her tempting lips. “Well, I need to get dressed so we can head to the ranch. For our ride,” she teased back.

He’d like to take her on an entirely different kind of ride. “You’re killing me.” Need, sharp and heady, settled in and made his dick hard and achingly uncomfortable behind his fly.

She laughed and sat on the bed to pull on her socks and boots. “You act as though you’ve never seen a woman put her clothes on.”

“After two weeks of you and the boys coming out to the ranch to ride and hang out, I’m dying because all I want to do is take your clothes off and get my hands on you. God, you’re stunning.”

Her gaze locked with his. Surprise and absolute appreciation shone in hers. “Thank you. That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He couldn’t blow that off as something most women would say to be humble because everything in the way she looked at him and said it told him she really meant it.

Her cheeks pinked and she dropped her gaze, grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, and pulled it through a ponytail holder a couple times. Once done, she walked to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. Before he could take her under and they got lost in the moment, she broke the kiss. “Let’s get the boys.”