eye, but being as I’m a dim-witted, red-neck, I can sniff out my own kind.”
“I never suggested you were dim-witted. The red-neck part, yes, but never di m-witted,” he joked, tugging her cropped hair. “And are you suggesting I’m dim-witted?”
“ I never suggest,” Lilliana grinned.
“You don’t know when to stop talking, do you?” he sighed.
“Why don’t you make me?”
Lilliana was hoping Tucker would shut her up the way he had twice before, with his tongue firmly planted in her mouth. One of Tucker’s eyebrows went up and the corners of his lips curled upwards, but he remained immobile.
“How about a ride?”
“Excuse me?” Lilliana asked, her mind spinning in all kinds of salacious directions.
“Horseback, Lilly. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’re not even sure you like me, remember?” Tucker asked sarcastically, obviously reading Lilliana’s thoughts. “I’m haughty, arrogant, and…”
“Dim-witted,” Lilliana added.
Tucker s imply nodded back without answering and gave her a smile that sent her pulses racing, but the gleam in Tucker’s eyes made Lilliana wonder if he was somehow keeping a tally of all the times she was being unruly.
“Do you need a lift?”
“No, I’ve got this,” Lilliana confidently responded.
Without delay, she gripped the reins of the saddle, put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself onto the back of the mare in one fluid motion. Lilliana was proud of her own poise considering she hadn’t ridden in over ten years. She looked over to Tucker, hopeful he was impressed with her gracefulness as well. His slack-jaw and wide, lusty eyes gave away his awe of her and Lilliana smiled conceitedly.
“Do you need a lift?” she asked Tucker.
He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I ’ve got this, too.”
Tucker moved with such agility and velocity, Lilliana had to focus on not drooling a puddle of saliva onto the poor beast’s back. His biceps bulged through his shirt when he pulled himself up and swung his leg over the horse. Lilliana had expected Tucker to saddle another horse, but instead he was now sitting directly behind her, so close their bodies melded into one. He took the reins from her hands and gently tugged on them, making the stallion whinny and jerk its head back.
“ Whoa, there, girl,” he cooed soothingly.
Tucker’s authoritat ive voice, the feel of his solid body pressed against her and the control he radiated was so intense, Lilliana feared she would burst into flames from internal combustion.
“Are you ready, pet?” Tucker asked, his lips right next to her ear.
Before she could answer, Tucker yanked on the leather straps and they were moving in a slow trot, their bodies bouncing in unison. Lilliana panted as the horse’s trot broke out into a brisk jog. Tucker circled the horse around the stable and then out into a small open field.
With ever y click of Tucker’s tongue as he guided the stallion and tugged on the reins, Lilliana became wetter and more excited. She wondered if Tucker had any idea how damned tempting he was at that moment.
“How does it feel to have so much power between your legs, Lilly, and to be sitting atop a creature that has s o much strength?”
Every word spoken from Tucker’s mouth was del iberately suggestive and sexual, and Lilliana found it utterly exasperating.
“ It feels like home.”
***
Lilliana just couldn’t hold back from giving back a bit of sarcasm any chance she got and was proving to be the most frustrating, vexing yet evocative undertaking Tucker had ever attempted. Tucker had originally wanted to break her spirit, but it was her spirit that was proving to be her most appealing quality.
In all his sexual years and the many women he had been with, none of them had proven to be such a challenge. Most women had just given themselves over without a second thought and the majority of them far too quickly. He had taken pleasure in their easiness and lack
“I never suggested you were dim-witted. The red-neck part, yes, but never di m-witted,” he joked, tugging her cropped hair. “And are you suggesting I’m dim-witted?”
“ I never suggest,” Lilliana grinned.
“You don’t know when to stop talking, do you?” he sighed.
“Why don’t you make me?”
Lilliana was hoping Tucker would shut her up the way he had twice before, with his tongue firmly planted in her mouth. One of Tucker’s eyebrows went up and the corners of his lips curled upwards, but he remained immobile.
“How about a ride?”
“Excuse me?” Lilliana asked, her mind spinning in all kinds of salacious directions.
“Horseback, Lilly. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’re not even sure you like me, remember?” Tucker asked sarcastically, obviously reading Lilliana’s thoughts. “I’m haughty, arrogant, and…”
“Dim-witted,” Lilliana added.
Tucker s imply nodded back without answering and gave her a smile that sent her pulses racing, but the gleam in Tucker’s eyes made Lilliana wonder if he was somehow keeping a tally of all the times she was being unruly.
“Do you need a lift?”
“No, I’ve got this,” Lilliana confidently responded.
Without delay, she gripped the reins of the saddle, put her foot in the stirrup and pulled herself onto the back of the mare in one fluid motion. Lilliana was proud of her own poise considering she hadn’t ridden in over ten years. She looked over to Tucker, hopeful he was impressed with her gracefulness as well. His slack-jaw and wide, lusty eyes gave away his awe of her and Lilliana smiled conceitedly.
“Do you need a lift?” she asked Tucker.
He chuckled and shook his head. “No, I ’ve got this, too.”
Tucker moved with such agility and velocity, Lilliana had to focus on not drooling a puddle of saliva onto the poor beast’s back. His biceps bulged through his shirt when he pulled himself up and swung his leg over the horse. Lilliana had expected Tucker to saddle another horse, but instead he was now sitting directly behind her, so close their bodies melded into one. He took the reins from her hands and gently tugged on them, making the stallion whinny and jerk its head back.
“ Whoa, there, girl,” he cooed soothingly.
Tucker’s authoritat ive voice, the feel of his solid body pressed against her and the control he radiated was so intense, Lilliana feared she would burst into flames from internal combustion.
“Are you ready, pet?” Tucker asked, his lips right next to her ear.
Before she could answer, Tucker yanked on the leather straps and they were moving in a slow trot, their bodies bouncing in unison. Lilliana panted as the horse’s trot broke out into a brisk jog. Tucker circled the horse around the stable and then out into a small open field.
With ever y click of Tucker’s tongue as he guided the stallion and tugged on the reins, Lilliana became wetter and more excited. She wondered if Tucker had any idea how damned tempting he was at that moment.
“How does it feel to have so much power between your legs, Lilly, and to be sitting atop a creature that has s o much strength?”
Every word spoken from Tucker’s mouth was del iberately suggestive and sexual, and Lilliana found it utterly exasperating.
“ It feels like home.”
***
Lilliana just couldn’t hold back from giving back a bit of sarcasm any chance she got and was proving to be the most frustrating, vexing yet evocative undertaking Tucker had ever attempted. Tucker had originally wanted to break her spirit, but it was her spirit that was proving to be her most appealing quality.
In all his sexual years and the many women he had been with, none of them had proven to be such a challenge. Most women had just given themselves over without a second thought and the majority of them far too quickly. He had taken pleasure in their easiness and lack
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