Read Online Misplaced Princess (Foreign Affairs, Book One) by Lexxie Couper, Mari Carr - Free Book Online

she typically existed on salads and yogurt. Since her arrival at Farpoint, she’d worked up a hunger she didn’t know existed. Hazel had invited her to help make dinner last night, sharing recipes and cooking tips. Growing up with a household cook who considered the kitchen his sacred property, Annie had never been exposed to the joys of cooking and baking.
    Last night, she and Hazel had turned up an oldies station on the radio and danced around in aprons while baking fresh rolls for dinner and a pecan pie for dessert. She smiled at the memory.
    “So let’s talk about your skills on a horse.”
    Her smile disappeared. “You mean like riding one?”
    Hunter nodded.
    “We’re not going to take the ute?” Annie smiled again, proud of her use of the unique Australian word. Why they didn’t just say “pickup” was beyond her, but she liked the way ute sounded in her mouth. She was discovering she liked a lot of things about Australia.
    He grasped her hand and tugged her toward the stable. “I’ll take that to mean you’re not a horsewoman.”
    “That would be a very good assumption to make.”
    They reached the shed just as Frankie, a young hand she’d met the previous day, came out with a saddled horse. Hunter took the reins from him.
    “Thanks, mate.”
    Annie peered behind Frankie. “Only one horse? Were you that sure of my answer?”
    Hunter winked at her. “You mentioned a lack of cows in Manhattan. I assumed the same held true for other four-legged creatures.”
    Annie put her hands on her hips. “I’ll have you know there are tons of horses in the city.”
    “Really?”
    She nodded. “There are horse-drawn buggies in Central Park and policemen who patrol the streets on horses.”
    “I stand corrected then. Does this mean you want to ride alone rather than behind me?”
    She glanced at the large animal and considered trying to control something so powerful on her own. Her gaze drifted back to Hunter’s muscular form and she licked her lips. He was certainly a strong creature she’d like to ride, though she suspected she wouldn’t have much more luck controlling him . Not that she’d mind that much. Visions of Hunter lying beneath her on the bed as she straddled his hips flashed before her eyes, and suddenly it wasn’t just sweat that was leaving her wet and sticky.
    “Earth to Annie.”
    She blinked rapidly, her vision focusing on Hunter as he waved his hand in front of her face.
    “You still with me?”
    She flushed, heat rising to her already too-warm face. “Sorry. Um. Zoned out. I think I’d rather ride with you.” The admission on the heels of her sex fantasy sent her mind straight back to the gutter, and she imagined Hunter’s fingers gripping her ass, urging her to go faster, harder.
    Hunter gave her a funny look and she prayed he couldn’t read minds. He put their lunch in a pack attached to the back of the saddle, then mounted the horse.
    Reaching down, he offered her a hand. “Put your left foot in the stirrup. I’ll pull you up.”
    She placed her hand in his, marveling at the strength in his grasp. She’d never known such a physically powerful man. The men she’d dated in the city tended to be slimmer, more lean than muscular. Their hands hadn’t been rough with calluses, like Hunter’s.
    His skin wore a natural golden tan she suspected was there year-round. She bet he never succumbed to the winter-white complexion that plagued most New Yorkers during the long, snowy months.
    Once she was seated behind him, she knew she was in for a long afternoon of unending horniness. Her crotch was snug against his far-too-sexy ass and when he grasped her hands and pulled them around his waist, she clasped them together quickly, lest she be tempted to rest them somewhat lower.
    “All right then?” he asked.
    She nodded, tightening her grip as he flicked the reins and the horse began to move. They rode in silence for several minutes as Annie tried to batten down her physical urges.