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post at her bed. He set the broth aside to cool for a bit, and sipped his drink as he watched her sleep.
    Visions in bright red returned to his mind. The lace covering her pert breasts was scandalous enough, but that piece of nothing barely covering her feminine parts beat all he’d ever seen. She might as well have been wearing nothing at all…like now. The pulse in his throat lurched in time with his groin. His hand, totally against his will, drew back the blanket covering her, baring her to the waist. He fisted his fingers in the material to keep from stroking her flesh as his eyes drank her in.
    Her skin had seen some sun, not nut brown like his, but a light golden—except for two triangles over her breasts. Larger than they first appeared, her breasts formed neat mounds as she lay on her back, the nipples a dusky rose. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, shifting himself as his cock bobbed against the rough weave of the blanket, like a divining rod pointing the way. His hands easily spanned her narrow waist, and her ribs lay outlined under her skin. She wasn’t skinny, but slim. Her arms showed slender muscle.
    Unable to contain his curiosity, he turned the cover back more. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, to meet a sigh from hers. His gaze riveted on her face. Half of him prayed he’d been caught just so she’d open her eyes, the other feared what she’d think if she did. She’d be able to think. She wouldn’t be like the fawn. She’d get better. He reached for his cup and gulped the contents, drowning the notion but not the want.
    Hardly any hair covered her mound, but what little he saw there was the same pale shade. A thin scar angled the right side of her groin below a flat stomach. He let his finger trace the blemish. The scar was old, no ridge, just a white line highlighted against the tan of her skin. The skin of her groin was pale like her breasts. She’d have to have been near naked in the sun to brown like that.
    The thought, accompanied by a vivid vision of her lying in the sunshine wearing nothing but those red bits, sent blood rushing to his dick. He bent double. When he managed to breathe, he laughed. That’s what he got for peeking. He reached to draw the covers back up, but the expression on her face changed. The scent told him why.
    His body and mind warred with each other. In truth, he should probably call Charlie to tend to her, but the old man was probably fast asleep by now. He couldn’t just let her lie there. Admittedly her predicament gave him an excuse to touch her intimately. His body seemed to respond to torture.
    The blanket remained dry, so he folded it back to the foot of the bunk before he draped her shapely legs across his arm and raised her rear. With his free hand, he drew the wet bedding from under her then lay her back on the bare ticking. He went to the trunk at the foot of the bunk to get what he needed. Folding the sheeting into a pallet, he returned to the bed and repeated his earlier maneuver, positioning the pad under her firm rear end and down to the bend of her knees. He drew the blanket back over her to keep her from catching a chill. His fingertips scraped across her left breast, and the nipple shrank to a hard bud. Sensitive filly . He closed his eyes and breathed deeply before turning to fetch the basin of warm water from the boiler.
    She needed his help. He could do this.
    Will wrung the water from the cloth, no need to rewet the bedding, and steadied his hand. His first touch started at the top of her slit and gently followed the path downward. He paused and spread her legs to gain access. His pulse pounded so hard he heard the thud. He rinsed the cloth and repeated the stroke, carefully wiping across the portal his fingers were itching to explore. Ignoring the urge, he cleaned each fold tenderly, memorizing the texture of her skin, the softness of her curls. He covered her finally, and stepped from her side to the door and through onto the