Page 24 of Texas Kissing

Ridiculous, I’m not—Oh.I guiltily relaxed my legs and Caliope slowed to a gentle walk.

He showed me how to gently pull on the reins to guide her. “What are you so scared of, exactly?” he asked, sounding genuinely bemused.

“That she’ll get out of control!”

Bull made another of those weird noises with his mouth and both horses stopped, very close together. His dangling leg brushed mine.

“I don’t think that’ll happen,” he said, looking at me seriously for a second. “She’s pretty sensible. She knows what she’s doing.”

And he leaned in towards me.

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Bull

I gotwithin an inch of her, my lips close enough to hers that I could feel her trembling breath. Then she sat up straight in her saddle and said, “What are you doing?”

I fixed her with a look. “You know exactly what I’m doing.”

She stared at me for a second, those fabulous breasts rising and falling under her blouse as she panted...and then she jerked the reins and Caliope trotted on.

I sighed and fell in behind her. This was getting to be a problem. Any sensible guy would have given up by now. Andme?I should have given up right back at the arena, the first time she didn’t hurl herself into my arms. What the hell was I doing?

Her ass was bouncing in the saddle right in front of me. Perfect and rounded, curved and full. Watching it come up off the saddle and then thump back down into it again, the cheeks separating just a little, the denim stretched tight over them, was poetry infucking motion. It was impossible to watch it and not think of her on top of me, riding me as she took my cock. However frustrated I was that I hadn’t slept with her yet, just the sight of that firm yet pliant ass bouncing up and down was enough.I’d rather be here, watching Lily, than off in the barn fucking Kirsten,I realized.

I couldn’t remember ever being this into a girl.

And it wasn’t just her body, fine as it was. Or even that gorgeous face with those luscious brown eyes, all huge and liquid. It was the way she didn’t let anyone get the better of her—not even me. Hell, she wouldn’t even put up with me, andeveryoneput up with me. No one ever told me “no.” So that fascinated me.

I mean, I still sure as hell needed to teach this girl a lesson. Sooner or later, these games were going to get too much for either of us to take, and then she was going to wind up over my knee. Or up against a wall. Or bent over the nearest available object.

There was something else, too. Something was wrong with this girl, and not just her weird city ways. Some folks are loners but Lily was lonely—isolated—in some deeper way I couldn’t get a handle on. Like she hadn’t just foregone friends and family but actively pushed them away. Hell, she’d pushed me away, too. It was only my stubbornness that had kept me coming back.

I pushed Apollo a little faster so I could ride alongside and just slightly behind her. She had her head up, now, gazing at the road ahead, and I thought I could see just the tiniest suggestion of a smile on her lips. She was enjoying herself. She’d never admit it, of course, but she was.

And then my eyes tracked down and I could seehow the neck of her blouse was flapping open and, because I was at just the right angle, I could peek in and see the upper curve of her breast in its bra cup. Her bra had some delicate lace edging right where I’d want my thumb to go as I swept along that smooth skin.

I glanced up. She was looking right at me and, if I could read her eyes right, she was halfway between shocked and turned on that I’d been looking at her. I felt my cock swelling and thickening in my pants.

And then she snapped her gaze forward and trotted on, and I was back to the view of her ass again.

I started imagining what it would look like in a swimsuit, or maybe a short, tight skirt—one that could easily be hauled up to bare her.Damn…..I loved the fact that she didn’t drape herself in huge, tent-like clothes, like some curvy girls did. Her blouse and jeans fitted well, even if they were a lot more modest than the stuff Kirsten and her friends wore. She seemed shy about her body—maybe some idiot had said something to her, once, and dented her confidence. Maybe the same idiot who’d made her so closed-off and secretive.

I wanted to kill that idiot.

I called out directions when we hit the street. I saw Lily tense up when the first car passed us, but Caliope had done this so many times she plodded on calmly, and that calmness seeped into Lily, too. Soon, we turned off the street and down a trail, heading out into the desert.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Lily asked.

“You got someplace you need to be?”

“I have work to do.”

“Whatdoyou do, for work?”

She shrugged.

“What doesthatmean?” I asked.