“No, Tor, I won’t.”
He looked back down at me. “You will, Cora, because soon, when we argue, and you take it too far, which you do so you will continue, I’ll be forced to stop you.” He grinned. “And I like the ideas I have on how I’m going to stop you.” His eyes warmed. “All of them.”
“Ugh!” I grunted and faced forward again, noting, “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”
“Sweets, all I had to do was draw your nipple in my mouth and you were begging for it. Of course I’m sure of myself.”
Damn. I hated that that was true.
“Whatever,” I muttered, inching as best I could up the saddle to get away from him, an effort that was for naught when his arm tightened and he pulled me right back. “Release your arm a little,” I demanded. “I want to shift. I’m uncomfortable,” I lied.
His arm slid up so it was under my br**sts and I felt his lips at my neck. “No you’re not.”
“I so am.” I kept lying.
His thumb started stroking the underside of my breast at the same time his tongue touched my earlobe and he changed the subject.
“If you want,” he murmured huskily in my ear, “I could pleasure you right here.”
Oh God. That sent a surge of heat between my legs.
“Thanks,” I tried to sound snappish and feared I failed. “I’m good.”
“I’ll give you the ten minutes you begged for in bed,” he coaxed and I steeled myself against his pull.
I was thinking those ten minutes would be the best ten minutes of my whole, entire life.
I beat the urge back and replied, “Thanks again but… no.”
His thumb moved up half an inch so it was stroking my breast right under the nipple.
Oh boy.
I couldn’t stop my lids from slowly lowering over my eyes but I fought back the urge to lift a hand to his and take him to target.
“Turn your head and give me your mouth, sweets,” he commanded softly.
“No.”
“Right, then lift your skirts so I can have the heat of you.”
Oh God.
I swallowed a moan and ordered, “Tor, pay attention to where we’re going.”
His tongue slid along the skin under my ear and then he whispered in it, “Salem knows the way.”
There it was. A decent excuse.
“Salem, right, he’s a good horse. I couldn’t possibly engage in any, um… naughty activities with him around.”
Salem snorted and I had no idea if it was a “go ahead, don’t mind me” snort or a “thanks for thinking of me, Cora,” snort.
“It isn’t his first time,” Tor told me.
Way, way, way wrong thing to say.
Way.