The Night of the Horse
A
lonely young woman signs up for dance lessons. Two gorgeous guys find her as
fascinating as she finds them. On the country road where she lives she hears
horses in the night, and opens her bedroom window to watch them gallop. So
beautiful, a silver white horse and tall black horse...they turn to stare at
her. Had they heard and understood when she sighed over them?
“Hi, I knew you lived around here
from your enrollment form, but having never run into you before I’m surprised
to see you.” He looked delighted rather than surprised and Rosie felt a shock
of desire as she took in that he had no shirt on and his jeans were low on his
hips. He was so gorgeous, his muscles defined, his skin smooth, and she saw he
had a tattoo high on his arm, a black horse rearing up on its hind legs.
Rosie’s eyes traced the sexy V of his
hips and she saw a fine line of glistening hair run from low on his stomach
down into his jeans. She could almost see his pubic hair and without thinking
leaned forward to see more. She couldn’t, and looked quickly at his face, a
faint blush heating her neck as she saw he’d realized what she was doing.
Justin’s eyes sparkled. He took only
seconds to hold her shoulders and kiss her. Rosie kissed him back, leaning
against him as he moved his arms to around her waist.
He whispered between kisses. “I’d
like to make love to you, I would…I know we’ve hardly met, but I want you so
much.”
Rosie felt her heart take a leap and
beat faster. She felt her stomach clench with desire. She knew she wanted Justin.
She hadn’t had sex for a long time and the thought of it was too hard to
resist. She put her arms up around Justin’s neck and kissed him, lingering as
he caressed her back with his hands up inside her sweater.
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