make anything concrete out.
“What are you doing down here, darlin’?”
Judd. A voice she knew intimately, awake or asleep, sent a simmering awareness through her body. She sat up from where she’d fallen over and hid a yawn behind her hand.
“Went for a walk, guess I fell asleep.” A good sleep as well, no dreams, no nightmares.
He swung down from the back of his horse with the grace of a man that made women swoon. He crouched before her and thumbed his hat back. Dark brown eyes stared at her as she eagerly drank in the vision of masculinity he presented.
Judd reached out a hand and wiped below her eye with one thumb. “You’ve been cryin’, darlin’. What’s wrong?”
Her skin tingled, and she forgot all her problems with his simple touch. Shaking her head, she dampened her lips with her tongue, doing her best to not recall what it was like to have his mouth on hers. His kisses. His touches.
“Don’t try to keep me out, darlin’. What’s wrong? Frank said he saw you and you didn’t look too good. You feelin’ okay?”
She forced a smile as she sat up and rested her back against the tree. “I’m fine. Just…just dealt with something that took a lot more from me than I had believed it would.”
Lord, the man was too damn fine. His tight jeans did nothing to slow her imagination as they stretched over powerful thighs. Not that his shirt hung on him, for it didn’t. Pulled taut, the red material highlighted the strength of his upper body. He pushed to his feet in a roll of contained power and she had to swallow a few times to create moisture in her mouth. They sure as hell didn’t make men like this in New York City.
He reached out one hand and she took it, admiring how little effort he pulled her up with. “Let’s go, darlin’.”
“Go?” she asked with a slight squeak, as he swung her up in the saddle of the horse who, despite not being tied, hadn’t gone anywhere.
Moments later, she rocked a bit as he climbed up behind her and settled her mostly in his lap. Lordy, this…this was way more intimate than when he’d had her behind him in the saddle on the way to the barn. His muscular thighs rubbed against her, cradling her, and she could feel that part of his anatomy she tried desperately not to focus on. Hard and thick, it didn’t make it easy.
His strong arms curved around her as he picked up the reins and got them moving. Her body went on high alert. Even at a slow walk, it was nothing more than an erotic dance to have his hard physique moving behind her, against her, with her.
“Time for you to see the ranch.” His breath was warm against her ear and had her wondering how she could clamp her thighs together without him knowing it.
“Th…this is Kilburn, right?” She reached forward to pat the gelding on the neck.
“Yes. Relax, darlin’.”
He pressed against her belly to get her to ease into him with the hand not holding the reins. The sensation of his wide chest at her back had her wanting to crawl up into him and just let him protect her. The moment she allowed his torso to hold her up he curved his arm about her waist and brushed a kiss along her jawline.
Laciee felt the day’s tension seep out of her as Judd whispered in her ear. He pointed out parts of the ranch while they rode across his vast holding. There were no days like this in New York City that allowed her such relaxation.
His chest rumbled behind her and she wondered if she hadn’t spoken aloud. She didn’t ask, just allowed herself to enjoy all he offered to share with her. After all, how much more perfect could a day get? A cowboy—a hotly handsome one at that—holding her tightly to him, his horse, and the scenery dreams are made of.
Judd thought about the woman who rested against him, her head on his shoulder, as they rode back to the barn. Their ride hadn’t been filled with chatter, but it wasn’t strained either. She asked questions occasionally and he pointed out landmarks other times.
“What are you doing down here, darlin’?”
Judd. A voice she knew intimately, awake or asleep, sent a simmering awareness through her body. She sat up from where she’d fallen over and hid a yawn behind her hand.
“Went for a walk, guess I fell asleep.” A good sleep as well, no dreams, no nightmares.
He swung down from the back of his horse with the grace of a man that made women swoon. He crouched before her and thumbed his hat back. Dark brown eyes stared at her as she eagerly drank in the vision of masculinity he presented.
Judd reached out a hand and wiped below her eye with one thumb. “You’ve been cryin’, darlin’. What’s wrong?”
Her skin tingled, and she forgot all her problems with his simple touch. Shaking her head, she dampened her lips with her tongue, doing her best to not recall what it was like to have his mouth on hers. His kisses. His touches.
“Don’t try to keep me out, darlin’. What’s wrong? Frank said he saw you and you didn’t look too good. You feelin’ okay?”
She forced a smile as she sat up and rested her back against the tree. “I’m fine. Just…just dealt with something that took a lot more from me than I had believed it would.”
Lord, the man was too damn fine. His tight jeans did nothing to slow her imagination as they stretched over powerful thighs. Not that his shirt hung on him, for it didn’t. Pulled taut, the red material highlighted the strength of his upper body. He pushed to his feet in a roll of contained power and she had to swallow a few times to create moisture in her mouth. They sure as hell didn’t make men like this in New York City.
He reached out one hand and she took it, admiring how little effort he pulled her up with. “Let’s go, darlin’.”
“Go?” she asked with a slight squeak, as he swung her up in the saddle of the horse who, despite not being tied, hadn’t gone anywhere.
Moments later, she rocked a bit as he climbed up behind her and settled her mostly in his lap. Lordy, this…this was way more intimate than when he’d had her behind him in the saddle on the way to the barn. His muscular thighs rubbed against her, cradling her, and she could feel that part of his anatomy she tried desperately not to focus on. Hard and thick, it didn’t make it easy.
His strong arms curved around her as he picked up the reins and got them moving. Her body went on high alert. Even at a slow walk, it was nothing more than an erotic dance to have his hard physique moving behind her, against her, with her.
“Time for you to see the ranch.” His breath was warm against her ear and had her wondering how she could clamp her thighs together without him knowing it.
“Th…this is Kilburn, right?” She reached forward to pat the gelding on the neck.
“Yes. Relax, darlin’.”
He pressed against her belly to get her to ease into him with the hand not holding the reins. The sensation of his wide chest at her back had her wanting to crawl up into him and just let him protect her. The moment she allowed his torso to hold her up he curved his arm about her waist and brushed a kiss along her jawline.
Laciee felt the day’s tension seep out of her as Judd whispered in her ear. He pointed out parts of the ranch while they rode across his vast holding. There were no days like this in New York City that allowed her such relaxation.
His chest rumbled behind her and she wondered if she hadn’t spoken aloud. She didn’t ask, just allowed herself to enjoy all he offered to share with her. After all, how much more perfect could a day get? A cowboy—a hotly handsome one at that—holding her tightly to him, his horse, and the scenery dreams are made of.
Judd thought about the woman who rested against him, her head on his shoulder, as they rode back to the barn. Their ride hadn’t been filled with chatter, but it wasn’t strained either. She asked questions occasionally and he pointed out landmarks other times.
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