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 Maddie's
flush told him the answer before she replied, “Ghostly
Persuasion.”
Riley
didn’t bother to hold back a frustrated groan.
So that’s what prompted this game.
He should have known.
Although, it didn’t prompt her willing response.
The smoldering look behind those bright green eyes had
nothing to do with any horse, and everything to do with passion.
At
length, he began to chuckle.
“Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.”
He shook his head, amused despite his painful discomfort.
“I can’t sell him for three hundred thousand.
And, while I promise you, making love to you would be
worth three times that, I’m not going to sell him that way.”
Her
look of disappointment only further provoked his humor.
He leaned forward, sampling her mouth again.
It took less than a heartbeat to bring her back into his
arms and elicit her fiery response.
Horse or no horse, Maddie McCleery wanted him.
As much as he wanted her.
Sliding
his lips closer to that tempting earring once more, he murmured,
“You like a good wager don’t you?”
Her
throaty laugh sent another rush of desire racing through his
veins.
“Of
course.”
Suckling
at her dainty earlobe, he took it between his teeth and tugged
gently, desperately trying to ignore the catch in her breathing.
“I’ll make you a bet then.”
She
spread her hand across his abdomen, skating it upward to flatten
it against his chest. “What
kind of bet?”
“The kind where we both win in one way or the other.”
He looked at her again, trailing a solitary finger across
her collarbone.
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