Free ANOTHER SUNNY DAY by Kathy Clark Page B

friendly nicker as Tyler and Sarah approached.
    After saying a proper hello to Zena, Sarah leaned back against the horse's soft snow-white body, watching Tyler attend to his horse's hoof. As he straightened back up he paused, drinking in the sight of her. Bathed in moonlight, the mare seemed to have a ghostly glow, providing a perfect backdrop for the unearthly beauty of the woman reclining against her. There was an innocence about her that the tight suggestive clothes could not hide, but there was also a sensuality just below the surface that had nothing to do with the way she dressed.
    Just then his horse shifted, pushing a started Tyler into an even more surprised Sarah. Automatically his arms wrapped around her, keeping them both from falling. Her soft feminine curves pressed against his taut muscular body. Even after the initial danger was past, neit her made a move to break away.
    Sarah lifted her face to his, which hovered just inches above hers. "I guess that's what they can animal magnetism," she said as she smiled weakly.
    "Thank God for animals," he brea thed huskily against her lips.
    She met him with a hunger that matched his own and surprised them both. Her long slender fingers locked behind his neck, pulling him even closer. His lips molded to hers as if they had been created to match. They moved over hers, drinking in their sweetness like a thirsty man lost in a desert.
    This was definitely better than standing next to him washing dishes, she thought. In fact, this was better than anything else she had experienced in her life. Tiny lightning bolts of desire jolted through her body, leaving her weak and shaken but ready for whatever came. His own response was evident as he pressed against her and she marveled that his physical need was as great as hers. Never again would he be able to convince her that h e was unmoved by her presence.
    His hand slid down her back, making a strange slippery sound against the satin. His mouth pulled away as he leaned back to study her delicate moonlit face. "Oh, darlin'," he sighed. "What have you done to me?" He pulled her to him again, cradling her against his broad chest, his breath warm against her forehead. "I never expected this or even wanted it to happen. But you've cast some sort of spell over me. I can't seem to resist you." His lips leisurely trailed soft kisses down her neck and she obligingly turned her head to allow him greater access. "You are so real, so honest," he breathed. "Not at all phony or affected like I would have thought. You've got everyone wrapped around your little finger, me included. You're really someone special."
    "B ut I'm not—" she cried softly.
    But he silenced her protests with a kiss. One of his large hands moved up to cup her breast, his thumb rubbing roughly across her nipple, which sent new waves of desire throbbing through her body. Gently his tongue tasted her lips, then ran along the uneven line of teeth before her mouth surrounded it greedily. His hand wandered to the zipper that held the front of her jump suit closed. Hi s fingers stroked her breasts.
    Suddenly he stiffened and pulled away, a crumpled twenty-dollar bill held between his thumb and forefinger as if it were contaminated. "I should have broken his jaw," he growled, and threw it to th e ground with obvious disgust.
    "You very likely did," she replied shakily. "I meant to thank you for taking up for me like that. And don't say it was just par t of your job," she cautioned.
    He smiled down at her gently. "I'm getting used to being a knight in blue jeans—as long as I have a beautiful princess to protect. And now, beautiful princess, it's time you got to bed. We're going to have a long day tomorrow, and it's getting very late." He glanced at his watch and ame nded, "Or rather, very early."
    Sarah looked up into his dear face, longing to pour her heart out to him. But this was not the proper time. They both had other things on their minds; probably the same things. She knew