Wild and Wrangled (Rebel Blue Ranch, #4)

by Lyla Sage

When I felt her relax against me, I felt like I was holding the world. God, she turned me into a cliché motherfucker.

Dusty put a hand on my cheek and looked straight into my soul. “I’ll love you until we’re dust, Camille Ashwood.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t notice I wasn’t wearing a bra.” Her voice was shaky. I loved it. “I was focused on you,” I said. “Like a goddamn gentleman.”