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Seeing him get thrown against the fence scared me, but seeing him lift half a horse off his body set me on fire.
I want to pull him into the barn and drop to my knees.
Angel moves, slowly. She rounds the paddock and drops her head, coming close. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of grain. Her eyes flicker and she moves in, nibbling it from his palm.
He stands slowly, letting her body drape against his. She rests her neck in the curl of his elbow and he pats her shoulder.
“Good girl,” he says.
He gathers her reins and leads her back to the gate. I push it open and we head for the barn without speaking. Together, we strip the tack from her and brush her down, putting her away forthe day. She’ll be anxious for a while, but later in the evening, I’ll put her out to pasture for a few hours.
He picks up her saddle and disappears into the tack room. Heart thumping, I follow, shutting the door as best I can. The frame is uneven, leaving an inch of space.
He turns and I swallow hard.
Our gazes clash and the air burns with electricity. The barn is heated, but it’s not as warm as the house. That doesn’t bother me as I take my hat and coat off, dropping them to the ground. His brow rises slowly, his pale eyes taking in my every move.
I haven’t initiated sex with him since that first time.
It’s terrifying.
His face is unreadable. My fingers feel weak as I pull my sweatshirt over my head, leaving me in just my bra and jeans. I’m nervous, but it’s overpowered by the wave of desire soaking me. I’ve never been attracted to power before, I’ve always been afraid of it. I wonder what the difference between his strength and Clint’s is and why I’m not cowed.
He takes a step closer.
“You saved me,” I whisper.
It sounds silly when I say it out loud in the quiet of the barn.
“Did you expect me to let you be crushed?”
I lick my dry lips. “I just didn’t think you would take the hit yourself.”
His jaw works.
“I can take it.”
He closes the space between us, backing me up until I hit the wall. My eyes dart down and I see the hard ridge beneath the front of his work pants. My fists clench. God, I want to undo his belt and take him in my grip. Hold his desire in my hand, feel how much he wants me.
His eyes run over my face, light blue as the sky and heavy lidded. He clears his throat.
“I’m not fucking you,” he says.
I swallow my disappointment. I know better than to let it show on my face.
“Why, sir?”
He reaches out and forces the door shut and releases it. It swings open.
“Because one other man seeing your body is one man too many.”
He steps back and hands me my sweatshirt. Confused, I pull it back on and let him settle my jacket overtop.
“There’s no one in the barn, sir,” I say.
He cocks his head, leaving the tack room. I follow him to the doorway and he looks up at the sky. Sometimes I wish he would just speak so I didn’t have to guess what’s going on behind those hard eyes.
“What are we waiting for?” I whisper.
