Who's ready for a peek at Ray & Jacy's second date?
Ray knew his smile was probably a bit too wide, but it
matched Jacy’s. He pulled off his gloves and stuck them in the back pocket of
his jeans as he crossed the gravel yard to meet her beside her mammoth truck.
Just like earlier, he felt that instant tug of desire, the urgent longing of man
for woman. Every stray thought since he’d left her had been about her naked.
And standing here with her flaming-red hair, worn jeans and a white tank top,
she slid into every fantasy he’d ever had.
“You found me,” he said, instead of asking to skip the ride
and take things indoors.
“The directions were spot on.” She put her hands in her back
pockets, drawing his attention to her breasts. He forced his gaze up to the
watercolor swirl of her hazel eyes. “How long do you think we’ll be out for?
Should I take a coat?”
“I’m not taking one.” He rubbed his hand against the back of
his neck, suddenly all hot and prickly. He’d prefer she not cover up, but that
was for selfish reasons. Good thing one of them was practical.
“Then I won’t either. I tend to run hot.”
Her words hit him right in the libido. But like this
morning, he didn’t know how to read it. He didn’t want to jump too far ahead
and risk getting kicked out of the game entirely. He nodded and walked back
towards the stable. She fell in step beside him.
“Who am I riding today?”
Him, if he had anything to say about it. He clenched his
fists and dragged his dirty mind out of the gutter. Since he’d sworn off dating-site
hookups six months back, he hadn’t bothered with sex, a fact his body had
decided to alert him to today. He hadn’t been this focused on bedding a woman
since his first time.
Ray cleared his throat as they entered the paddock. “I
saddled Little Joe for you. He knows this place better than I do. Plus, he’s as
smooth as we’ve got since Candy’s getting ready to foal.”
She stopped beside him and reached for the gelding paint. “And
who is this handsome fella?”
“No flirting with my girl, Hoss.” He patted the horse’s neck
and undid the cross ties keeping the youngster in place. Joe whinnied in his
stall.
“Let’s make him jealous,” she mock-whispered before mounting
his horse in a smooth movement.
“Seriously?” He spoke more to Joe than anything, since Jacy
had ridden Hoss smoothly into the corral. He climbed onto the horse his mother
usually rode. “You better keep up, old man.”
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