Page 82 of Fire Dancer

“Gorgeous…” Ingo hummed.

Yeah, the view definitely worked for him. I made a mental note to keep up the tight tummy/flat fanny exercises I’d found in that online video.

I braced my arms on his muscled legs and pressed down, mumbling incoherently. The inner thigh exercises were coming in handy too.

I leaned forward, grinding my hips. And when Ingo reached around and touched me—

My breath cut off, and my whole body jolted.

I moaned, moving faster.

Ingo’s breaths came louder and rougher, telling me he was close too. I closed my eyes, grinding more deeply. Then I threw my head back, swept away by an intense wave.

Ingo hissed, coming at the same time, and ecstasy locked us in that position for a while.

Seconds — minutes? — later, I wiggled slowly around to face Ingo. Once cleaned off and snuggled in, I chuckled.

“If we knew then what we knew now…”

Ingo laughed. “A good thing we didn’t. We would have turned into addicts.” Then his eyes sparkled. “Maybe we should try out some of those other positions we gave up on. There might be another gem among them.”

I laughed, then went serious, gazing into his eyes. Maybe position wasn’t the deciding factor. Maybe it was maturity and lessons learned the hard way.

Of course, I would be happy to test his theory. Most thoroughly.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. Maybe if we gave ourselves another chance…

Outside, the horses nickered, and I sighed. The sun was over the fence line — already.

In the distance, footsteps crunched over gravel, and car doors squeaked open.

“Oh! Isn’t that Ingo’s car?” I heard Claire chirp.

“Looks like.” Even from this distance, Abby’s disapproval came through loud and clear.

“Did they have a sleepover?”

Ingo grinned. I buried my face in the pillow.

“Maybe,” Abby grumbled.

“Definitely,” Ingo murmured, kissing me.

Outside, Abby changed the subject. “Come on, sweetie. Time to go to school.”

Whatever Claire said next was lost in the sound of the car starting, thank goodness.

Still, I kept my face hidden until the sound of the engine disappeared down the driveway.

Ingo tapped my back. “The coast is clear.”

I shook my head without turning. The coast was never clear when you shared a property with your sisters. Even when the property was a ranch with hundreds of acres.

At least Erin was out. Ballooning was an early-morning business.

“Come on, sleeping beauty.” Ingo tugged on my shoulder.

I sat up slowly, then met his gaze.