Free Taken, Not Spurred (Lone Star Burn) by Ruth Cardello Page B

closing his eyes for a second as a wave of pleasure swept through him. “Give yourself to me, Sarah, just for one day. Let me show you how good it can be.” He brushed his lips softly over hers.
    When she hesitated, he gave in to a desire he couldn’t contain and lost himself in kissing her. He couldn’t get enough. He reached down, lifted her up, and settled her legs around his waist, turning so her back rested against one side of the pen as his hands ran over every inch of her.
    A glimmer of sanity stopped him before he tore off her clothes. Not here. Not like this.
    He eased her back to the ground and rested his forehead against hers as they shared a shaky breath.
    Take your time.
    Savor this.
    Because nothing good lasts.
    She took his face in both of her hands and searched his eyes for a long moment. A shy smile lit her face. “Okay.”
    He buried a shaking hand in her hair and lay her head against his chest, not caring that she could likely hear the wild beating of his heart.
    She said yes.
    Over her head he saw David leaning against the side of the barn watching them. With a circular motion of one hand, his manager directed Tony’s attention to the area around him. In every doorway and every open space, there seemed to be a slack-jawed ranch hand doing just what David was: watching them.
    I’ll fucking kill them.
    As if his thought had boomed through the ranch, there was an instant flurry of action while all but David rushed back to their work. David shrugged and with a flip of his thumb suggested Tony move the action somewhere more private.
    He’s right.
    This is not the place for what I want to do. But he knew of a nice, secluded area nearby. “Would you like to saddle up and go for a ride?”
    Eyes wide, Sarah asked, “What do you mean?”
    What else could he mean? “Get your horse and let’s go somewhere private.”
    “Now?”
    He smiled. “Do you have better plans?” It was hard to look down into those trusting eyes of hers and not feel a bit guilty. By his standards, she was still an innocent. Whatever life Sarah had lived up in Rhode Island, it hadn’t taught her to protect herself. A better man would walk away and let her learn about her sexuality with someone who intended to marry her.
    He leaned down and kissed her lips hungrily.
    Luckily, I gave up on being a good man a long time ago.
     

Chapter Seven
    S itting deep in his saddle, Tony adjusted his hat to shade his eyes and began to question the wisdom of his idea. The palomino beneath him had been chosen at random. All the gentled horses were pretty much the same to him. They went through the same program, and he had high expectations for their behavior and responsiveness.
    Sarah was not sitting as calmly. Her horse was excited and refusing to stand still for her. He tossed his head and danced sideways in the other direction. Snort. Stomp.
    “You sure you want to ride him without a bit?” Tony inquired calmly.
    “I don’t like bits,” she replied. “Once we get going, he’ll be fine. He’s just excited to be somewhere new.”
    Tony held his tongue. He wasn’t interested in giving her riding lessons, at least not this kind. He told his horse to move off and Sarah came up to ride at his side, then passed him. She pulled back on the reins a bit and her horse tossed his head in protest. Those little hooves flew beneath him even though his forward speed did not increase.
    She leaned forward and whispered something to the horse, which instantly dropped down to a walk so the horses were side by side. She looked up, caught Tony watching her, and the most beautiful blush spread across her cheeks. “I told him that if he doesn’t settle down, I am going to get his bit out of my trailer. Sometimes all I have to do is say it.”
    “You think he understands that?”
    “It worked, didn’t it?” She patted the Paso Fino’s neck. “We understand each other. Scooter likes to stomp around and pretend he’s a tough guy, but underneath all