understand.”
“But—”
“More should come from this than flipping the finger at my dad. I need you to understand my passion for horses. I don’t think you can do this, promote what trainers do…what I do if you don’t get it. Would you do this for me? Please?”
She swallowed, her heart racing and her mind whirling. “This is one story, Michael. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay in Fayre Mead. I want London and everything it has to offer.”
Their eyes locked. “Okay, I respect that. But can I teach you to ride, at least?”
“But your father’s coming tomorrow.”
He smiled and hesitated for the briefest moment before he brought his mouth to hers. His tongue slid against hers softly and she groaned, her body instantly responding to him He hitched her closer until her breasts burned against the rock hard plane of his chest. After a moment, their lips parted.
“We still have tonight.” Michael grinned.
Chapter Eight
Michael glanced behind him and bit back his smile as he led Caroline and one of the non-competing horses from the stable yard. Adrenaline pumped through his blood and pride filled his chest. They’d driven from his apartment back to the stables and, the fact she was willing to try to experience something she’d never done before, hitched his attraction to her to another level.
The back of the stables led to miles and miles of open country and he had every intention of showing her what riding was really about. The shows, the contests, and rivalry were only a small part of what owning horses meant. For the most part, it was the sense of freedom and elation these wonderful animals provided. There was nothing like riding in the open air. Nothing.
She stepped ahead of him as they left the yard and the fields came into sight. He studied her and his groin tightened. She’d changed from that dangerous and sexy sleek black dress into a pair of women’s riding pants they’d found laundered and folded in the stable storage room, and paired it with one of his plain white polo shirts and she looked phenomenal. If he’d been asked which outfit made her more of a temptation…he couldn’t have answered. God, she’d look amazing in a damn blanket.
He swallowed at the image of Caroline’s naked curves wrapped in thick fleece on his living room carpet. The woman had well and truly caught him in her web. Trouble was, he had no idea if it was her or the timing that sparked the animalistic need to prove himself to her, to dominate her, to show her that he was his own man regardless of what she—or his father—had planned for him.
Timing was everything. Timing meant the difference between one decision and the next. One outcome and another. Michael narrowed his eyes as he stared across the open fields. Somehow, Caroline had become vital to his next decision. Did he allow a father he’d once loved but now despised back into his life? He couldn’t deny his father’s skill on a horse, but he was still proving to be ruthless in his desires. How could Michael allow a man who destroyed everything in his path back into his life?
He shook his head to clear it as they came to a stop at a closed iron gate. Caroline continued to stare ahead as he studied her tense profile. He’d no idea if putting her on a horse was the right thing to do, but something compelled him to try. He sensed deep inside that she would love every second of riding.
Until he’d seen her in the arena just a few days before, he’d only played with the idea of competing. But now, with her determination and tenacity blending with his, it was something he had to do. Something he could do if she believed in him, which was as unsettling as anything else he’d faced in his life. He was a loner. A man who didn’t trust others easily. But the only way she could see what he was capable of was for her to experience it with him.
He turned to face her, passion burning in his gut. “Here, we can ride properly. Show you true equine
“But—”
“More should come from this than flipping the finger at my dad. I need you to understand my passion for horses. I don’t think you can do this, promote what trainers do…what I do if you don’t get it. Would you do this for me? Please?”
She swallowed, her heart racing and her mind whirling. “This is one story, Michael. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay in Fayre Mead. I want London and everything it has to offer.”
Their eyes locked. “Okay, I respect that. But can I teach you to ride, at least?”
“But your father’s coming tomorrow.”
He smiled and hesitated for the briefest moment before he brought his mouth to hers. His tongue slid against hers softly and she groaned, her body instantly responding to him He hitched her closer until her breasts burned against the rock hard plane of his chest. After a moment, their lips parted.
“We still have tonight.” Michael grinned.
Chapter Eight
Michael glanced behind him and bit back his smile as he led Caroline and one of the non-competing horses from the stable yard. Adrenaline pumped through his blood and pride filled his chest. They’d driven from his apartment back to the stables and, the fact she was willing to try to experience something she’d never done before, hitched his attraction to her to another level.
The back of the stables led to miles and miles of open country and he had every intention of showing her what riding was really about. The shows, the contests, and rivalry were only a small part of what owning horses meant. For the most part, it was the sense of freedom and elation these wonderful animals provided. There was nothing like riding in the open air. Nothing.
She stepped ahead of him as they left the yard and the fields came into sight. He studied her and his groin tightened. She’d changed from that dangerous and sexy sleek black dress into a pair of women’s riding pants they’d found laundered and folded in the stable storage room, and paired it with one of his plain white polo shirts and she looked phenomenal. If he’d been asked which outfit made her more of a temptation…he couldn’t have answered. God, she’d look amazing in a damn blanket.
He swallowed at the image of Caroline’s naked curves wrapped in thick fleece on his living room carpet. The woman had well and truly caught him in her web. Trouble was, he had no idea if it was her or the timing that sparked the animalistic need to prove himself to her, to dominate her, to show her that he was his own man regardless of what she—or his father—had planned for him.
Timing was everything. Timing meant the difference between one decision and the next. One outcome and another. Michael narrowed his eyes as he stared across the open fields. Somehow, Caroline had become vital to his next decision. Did he allow a father he’d once loved but now despised back into his life? He couldn’t deny his father’s skill on a horse, but he was still proving to be ruthless in his desires. How could Michael allow a man who destroyed everything in his path back into his life?
He shook his head to clear it as they came to a stop at a closed iron gate. Caroline continued to stare ahead as he studied her tense profile. He’d no idea if putting her on a horse was the right thing to do, but something compelled him to try. He sensed deep inside that she would love every second of riding.
Until he’d seen her in the arena just a few days before, he’d only played with the idea of competing. But now, with her determination and tenacity blending with his, it was something he had to do. Something he could do if she believed in him, which was as unsettling as anything else he’d faced in his life. He was a loner. A man who didn’t trust others easily. But the only way she could see what he was capable of was for her to experience it with him.
He turned to face her, passion burning in his gut. “Here, we can ride properly. Show you true equine
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