Page 47 of Sinful Escape

My girly bits squirmed.

Down girl.

He returned to my side and rested his hands on his hips, and a sexy smile cut through the lingering concern on his face. “Thanks for your help; I was wondering how I’d get her to keep still. She’s a feisty one.”

Yeah, just like me. Oh, God, where’s that straitjacket?

He pulled the band from his hair and his long red locks tumbled around his shoulders. My breath caught. Holy cowboy.

I’d only ever seen Luca with his hair in a top knot. It was longer than I’d thought. And a burnt orange color highlighted with rust. I couldn’t resist a moment more, but applying restraint, I reached up on my tippy-toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He blinked at me. “What was that for?”

I fought the blaze of heat racing up my neck, but it was pointless. “For looking after Mon Petit Chou.”

His smile broadened. “That’s my job.”

“Yes, but you have a special way with these horses.”

He smirked. “If only I had that way with women.” The twinkle in his eyes shifted his comment into a suggestion.

My body heated in all the right places.

He leaned forward, placing his hand over my shoulder and onto the wall behind me. Our bodies were inches apart. His heat enveloped me. I inhaled his manly scent. My breath hitched at the desire in his eyes. Lordy.

“What’re you doing now?” His words were a throaty whisper. His pupils were large disks, almost consuming his beautiful blue irises.

Luca was flirting with me. Me! That didn’t happen. Ever. Flames licked a seductive dance low in my belly. “I ummm . . .” I twirled one of my curls around my finger, and realizing how stupid that must look, flicked it away. “I don’t have any immediate plans.”

He leaned over, closing the distance between us, and pressed his lips to mine. Oh. My. God. I froze and melted at the same time. My insides curled. My pussy pulsed. His lips were heaven, and he smelled divine.

It was a brief kiss . . . too brief, and when he pulled back, my heart skipped a beat at the want burning in his eyes.

Luca cleared his throat. “I can think of something to keep you occupied.” It was no longer a mild suggestion. Luca wanted me.

I swallowed. My insides twitched. A zillion glorious sensations tantalized my flesh.

Was this really happening?

Chapter Eleven

“Are you okay?” Luca’s eyes were arctic glaciers, shimmering liquid azure as they devoured me.

My breath shot in and out. “Oh.” I gulped back uncertainty. “It’s just, ummm . . .” I shoved an annoying curl behind my ear. “This never happens to me.”

He wove his hand around my neck. The touch of his fingers sent shivers across my flesh. “It can if you want?” His tongue glided out, and it was like slow motion watching it slick moisture over his cinnamon-colored lips.

Holy hot buns.

I’d fallen into a dream—a steamy dream with a smoking-hot stable manager.

Two men in three days had kissed me. That never happened. Nuh-uh.

Roman’s challenge whizzed through my brain. Was I conveying signals that said, ‘old woman needs a root to feel young again?’

Who cares?

I was here in this moment with Luca. We’d just kissed and there was no doubt he wanted more.

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