mine.”
“Danica, look at me.” His command brought her head around. Their gazes locked and her lips fell open at whatever she saw on his face. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. “I don’t prefer my horse now.”
She twisted away. “But you did then. You’re not forgiven.” Her tone suggested otherwise.
They swayed in their saddles, cattle lowing around them. One of the dogs zipped past. And Brodie ached to pull Danica off her horse and into his lap.
She flicked her head, and her ponytail slipped from his hand. She spurred her mare into a trot and left him to stare at her back—and her supple behind bouncing up and down. Jesus, she was going to kill him. But she was right in one way—he was used to being in control but with her he was on a landslide.
He wasn’t giving up. He kicked his horse into gear. In seconds they were astride again. He caught Danica’s quiet groan as he appeared beside her.
“I don’t like the schoolteacher,” he said quietly.
Her head whipped around. “Why the hell not? You know what? It doesn’t matter. You don’t get a say.”
“The first time I saw the guy, you practically jumped into my truck and begged me to take you far away from him.”
“I didn’t put it that way.”
“You didn’t want to spend time with the man. What changed?”
“I realized I don’t have a reason not to see him. He’s a nice guy. A good guy.”
“He’s not for you.”
That look—the Pope look—Matt had given him the same expression countless times in battle. It was Matt’s poker face. Matt couldn’t have displayed his true feelings or he’d risk alarming the platoon. Danica didn’t feel she could either, and that hurt.
Brodie held up a hand. “Look, you’re not going to convince me that you’re actually interested in this guy.”
“What if I told you I went to bed with him Friday night?”
His ab muscles clenched as he stared at her. “Did you?”
When she didn’t answer, he caught her around the waist and yanked her right out of the saddle.
She cried out, kicking, but he settled her across his lap. Her mare made a run for it.
“My horse!”
“Let her go. But you aren’t getting away.” Not this time.
“I’m not a young girl anymore, Brodie.” She moved as if to jump down, but he secured her. Wicked curves were pinned to his body in all the right places. Jesus, he was losing his mind. No, she was stealing it.
“I know you’re not a kid, darlin’.”
“Stop calling me that.” Her chest rose and fell, and her eyes darkened.
Before he could figure out what he was doing, he lowered his head. “Okay, I won’t. Squirt.” He claimed her mouth.
The first brush of Brodie’s lips against hers dragged a ragged moan from her throat. She felt as though she was free-falling, but she was tightly locked in Brodie’s arms. His flavors flooded her mind, and she parted her lips on a gasp.
He took immediate advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Forcing her to open wider for his invasion. With a shudder of desire, she threw her arms around him and dragged him closer.
Angling his head, he swept the interior of her mouth, his hot tongue tasting of pure, raw need. Her breasts ached and her nipples throbbed where they were pressed against his chest. Never in her life had she been kissed while on horseback. Or kissed like this.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as she touched her tongue to his. Tasting, taking, and giving. She really must have pushed him far enough that he no longer saw her as Matt’s kid sister. Took him long enough.
As she tangled her tongue around his, she let her fingers trail up his throat. Her fingertips brushed the rough stubble on his jaw, and she stroked it. Again and again. Burning to feel that prickle all over her bare body.
He tore his mouth free and glared down at her. “Did you sleep with him Friday night?”
She drew him down until their noses bumped. “No.” Her whisper was swallowed by his possessive kiss. The
“Danica, look at me.” His command brought her head around. Their gazes locked and her lips fell open at whatever she saw on his face. He dropped his gaze to her mouth. “I don’t prefer my horse now.”
She twisted away. “But you did then. You’re not forgiven.” Her tone suggested otherwise.
They swayed in their saddles, cattle lowing around them. One of the dogs zipped past. And Brodie ached to pull Danica off her horse and into his lap.
She flicked her head, and her ponytail slipped from his hand. She spurred her mare into a trot and left him to stare at her back—and her supple behind bouncing up and down. Jesus, she was going to kill him. But she was right in one way—he was used to being in control but with her he was on a landslide.
He wasn’t giving up. He kicked his horse into gear. In seconds they were astride again. He caught Danica’s quiet groan as he appeared beside her.
“I don’t like the schoolteacher,” he said quietly.
Her head whipped around. “Why the hell not? You know what? It doesn’t matter. You don’t get a say.”
“The first time I saw the guy, you practically jumped into my truck and begged me to take you far away from him.”
“I didn’t put it that way.”
“You didn’t want to spend time with the man. What changed?”
“I realized I don’t have a reason not to see him. He’s a nice guy. A good guy.”
“He’s not for you.”
That look—the Pope look—Matt had given him the same expression countless times in battle. It was Matt’s poker face. Matt couldn’t have displayed his true feelings or he’d risk alarming the platoon. Danica didn’t feel she could either, and that hurt.
Brodie held up a hand. “Look, you’re not going to convince me that you’re actually interested in this guy.”
“What if I told you I went to bed with him Friday night?”
His ab muscles clenched as he stared at her. “Did you?”
When she didn’t answer, he caught her around the waist and yanked her right out of the saddle.
She cried out, kicking, but he settled her across his lap. Her mare made a run for it.
“My horse!”
“Let her go. But you aren’t getting away.” Not this time.
“I’m not a young girl anymore, Brodie.” She moved as if to jump down, but he secured her. Wicked curves were pinned to his body in all the right places. Jesus, he was losing his mind. No, she was stealing it.
“I know you’re not a kid, darlin’.”
“Stop calling me that.” Her chest rose and fell, and her eyes darkened.
Before he could figure out what he was doing, he lowered his head. “Okay, I won’t. Squirt.” He claimed her mouth.
The first brush of Brodie’s lips against hers dragged a ragged moan from her throat. She felt as though she was free-falling, but she was tightly locked in Brodie’s arms. His flavors flooded her mind, and she parted her lips on a gasp.
He took immediate advantage, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Forcing her to open wider for his invasion. With a shudder of desire, she threw her arms around him and dragged him closer.
Angling his head, he swept the interior of her mouth, his hot tongue tasting of pure, raw need. Her breasts ached and her nipples throbbed where they were pressed against his chest. Never in her life had she been kissed while on horseback. Or kissed like this.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as she touched her tongue to his. Tasting, taking, and giving. She really must have pushed him far enough that he no longer saw her as Matt’s kid sister. Took him long enough.
As she tangled her tongue around his, she let her fingers trail up his throat. Her fingertips brushed the rough stubble on his jaw, and she stroked it. Again and again. Burning to feel that prickle all over her bare body.
He tore his mouth free and glared down at her. “Did you sleep with him Friday night?”
She drew him down until their noses bumped. “No.” Her whisper was swallowed by his possessive kiss. The
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