to the tack room door, but he held her arm.
“It was a very good idea. You opened up to me and you promised to talk to me whenever something was upsetting you.”
Rayne struggled to remember the little bits of information she knew about the man. “Are you sure you want to be with me?” She wrenched her arm away from his grip. “Or maybe there’s someone else you find more appealing.”
“Ah, I think I get it. This is about Selene and me in the ring. She’s not my type, Rayne.” His gaze drifted over her curves.
“Your type?” She folded her arms over her bosom and jutted out her chin, trying to appear impervious to his charm. “What exactly is your type, Trent? I guess I’m just beginning to wonder if I would be your first choice in a line up with other women…or your last.” She scooted to the door of the tight-fitting tack room, but he barred her way by placing a thick arm before her.
“I only want a woman who intrigues me, excites me, and makes me want her. And that woman, is you…only you, Rayne.”
“A skittish horse excites you? That’s what you called me. So once you have broken me, Mr. Newbury, then what?”
He moved right up to her, lowering his head to her face. “You know that a horse is never truly broken, it just agrees to submit to your pleasure for a little while. So maybe the question you should be asking is…when are you going to submit to me?”
Her pulse raced as she stared into his hypnotic gray eyes. He smelled of sweat, dust, and a hint of his sexy cologne. Rayne’s body began to ache with longing.
He let his lips hover over hers. “All week I have been able to think of nothing else but you, and the first time we see each other, you’re jealous of a woman I cannot stand.” He smiled and placed his hands about her face. “You are a wonder.”
“You really can’t stand Selene?”
“Her laugh is as fake as the rest of her body. Forget about her.” Trent contemplated her lips. “Now what do you say to a proper hello?”
He kissed her and Rayne instantly surrendered to him. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her so close that she feared she would not be able to draw a breath. His mouth teased her, encouraged her, and when she parted her lips, his tongue darted in and out, driving her mad.
As his lips worked their way down her neck, his hand skimmed her right breast and then roamed over her abdomen until it curled into the crotch of her beige jodhpurs. “You know what I want to do to you right now?”
Rayne giggled. “Yeah, I know.”
“Turn around.”
Rayne’s eyes flew open. “Here?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just do it.”
With a pensive pout on her lips, she faced the racks of saddles on the wall.
His hands came around her hips to the zipper on the side of her riding pants. “Ever since the other night on the phone, I’ve wanted to touch you.” He pushed the clingy fabric down her thighs.
“Trent?” She wiggled in his hands.
He crashed into her, shoving Rayne into the saddle before her. Grabbing at the saddle to steady herself, she tried to fight against him. “We can’t,” she protested.
“Relax,” he murmured, placing his mouth against her ear as his hand slid along the elastic band of her beige panties. “You told me the other night you wished I could touch you. Well, I’m here now.” He lowered her hand from the saddle in front of her. He kissed the back of her neck and then lightly nipped at her skin, just as he took her hand in his and slid them both inside her underwear.
Rayne trembled when he encouraged her fingers to caress her folds.
His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Show me what you like.”
“I…I’m not—”
“Rayne, show me what you did the other night,” he demanded.
With his hand on top of hers, urging her onward, she slowly began to stroke her wet flesh. His body pushed into her back as she closed her eyes and felt that burning hunger roar upward. Trent’s hot breath caressed her cheek and his
“It was a very good idea. You opened up to me and you promised to talk to me whenever something was upsetting you.”
Rayne struggled to remember the little bits of information she knew about the man. “Are you sure you want to be with me?” She wrenched her arm away from his grip. “Or maybe there’s someone else you find more appealing.”
“Ah, I think I get it. This is about Selene and me in the ring. She’s not my type, Rayne.” His gaze drifted over her curves.
“Your type?” She folded her arms over her bosom and jutted out her chin, trying to appear impervious to his charm. “What exactly is your type, Trent? I guess I’m just beginning to wonder if I would be your first choice in a line up with other women…or your last.” She scooted to the door of the tight-fitting tack room, but he barred her way by placing a thick arm before her.
“I only want a woman who intrigues me, excites me, and makes me want her. And that woman, is you…only you, Rayne.”
“A skittish horse excites you? That’s what you called me. So once you have broken me, Mr. Newbury, then what?”
He moved right up to her, lowering his head to her face. “You know that a horse is never truly broken, it just agrees to submit to your pleasure for a little while. So maybe the question you should be asking is…when are you going to submit to me?”
Her pulse raced as she stared into his hypnotic gray eyes. He smelled of sweat, dust, and a hint of his sexy cologne. Rayne’s body began to ache with longing.
He let his lips hover over hers. “All week I have been able to think of nothing else but you, and the first time we see each other, you’re jealous of a woman I cannot stand.” He smiled and placed his hands about her face. “You are a wonder.”
“You really can’t stand Selene?”
“Her laugh is as fake as the rest of her body. Forget about her.” Trent contemplated her lips. “Now what do you say to a proper hello?”
He kissed her and Rayne instantly surrendered to him. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her so close that she feared she would not be able to draw a breath. His mouth teased her, encouraged her, and when she parted her lips, his tongue darted in and out, driving her mad.
As his lips worked their way down her neck, his hand skimmed her right breast and then roamed over her abdomen until it curled into the crotch of her beige jodhpurs. “You know what I want to do to you right now?”
Rayne giggled. “Yeah, I know.”
“Turn around.”
Rayne’s eyes flew open. “Here?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Just do it.”
With a pensive pout on her lips, she faced the racks of saddles on the wall.
His hands came around her hips to the zipper on the side of her riding pants. “Ever since the other night on the phone, I’ve wanted to touch you.” He pushed the clingy fabric down her thighs.
“Trent?” She wiggled in his hands.
He crashed into her, shoving Rayne into the saddle before her. Grabbing at the saddle to steady herself, she tried to fight against him. “We can’t,” she protested.
“Relax,” he murmured, placing his mouth against her ear as his hand slid along the elastic band of her beige panties. “You told me the other night you wished I could touch you. Well, I’m here now.” He lowered her hand from the saddle in front of her. He kissed the back of her neck and then lightly nipped at her skin, just as he took her hand in his and slid them both inside her underwear.
Rayne trembled when he encouraged her fingers to caress her folds.
His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Show me what you like.”
“I…I’m not—”
“Rayne, show me what you did the other night,” he demanded.
With his hand on top of hers, urging her onward, she slowly began to stroke her wet flesh. His body pushed into her back as she closed her eyes and felt that burning hunger roar upward. Trent’s hot breath caressed her cheek and his
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