Her head light, she feared for a moment she might faint. He was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous! And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his firm, golden buttocks that begged for a woman’s caress.
She placed her hand on the stall to steady herself. White-hot desire shot through her as she imagined running her hand down his spine and feeling those tight muscles rippling beneath her palms. Of touching those toned legs that were shadowed by short, dark hairs.
Her breasts tightened as heat and longing swept through her.
Turn around, she begged silently, craving a look at the whole of him.
If his front looked half as good as his rear....
Braden turned his head and caught her staring at him. Maggie gasped in panic as his gaze held hers enthralled.
Instead of being embarrassed by his state of undress, Braden gave her a slow, wicked smile.
Maggie’s face burst into flames and she quickly ducked back behind the stall. Oh, dear heaven, he had caught her!
She covered her face with her hands and wished she could vanish into the very floor.
Oh good Lord, oh good Lord!
“Did you need something?” Braden’s taunting voice haunted her.
“I need a shirt,” she called out, wishing that’s what she’d done the first time. Why, oh why, had she stuck her head over the stall?
A few seconds later, Braden brought her one.
The roguish grin on his face horrified her. “Is there anything else you be needing?”
Averting her gaze, Maggie shook her head. She would never be able to look him in the face again. “‘Tis all I require. Thank you.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Quite.”
“If you’re sure, then... I mean, I could?—”
“I’m fine,” she snapped, cutting him off. Then, she made the mistake of looking up again.
The light teasing color of his eyes took her breath away. The scoundrel was toying with her.
“You scurrilous knave,” she said, but in spite of her best efforts her own smile broke through.
“Scurrilous?” he asked playfully.
And as he ran his gaze over her body, she became all too keenly aware of the fact that she wore nothing save a thin red and black plaid draped over her shoulders. Good heavens, she was practically naked and he was right in front of her!
Flustered, she shifted. “Might I have a moment to dress?”
He cocked a brow at her. “I don’t know about that. I rather enjoy the sight of you there. Especially like that.”
She held the shirt up to cover her bare shoulder.
He laughed at her feeble attempt to cover herself. “Get dressed.” He turned his back to her.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Maggie quickly dressed, then left her stall.
Without a word or glance, Sin walked past her and climbed up to the stable’s loft.
“What’s he doing?” she asked Braden as she rejoined him.
