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an image of that rough hand caressing her bare thigh flashed before her eyes. Tony had been an amazing lover, and he’d taught her things about her body that she hadn’t known she could do.
He adjusted her fingers on the rope so her grip felt more secure. “Lean your shoulders forward, not your hips,” he said.
She did as instructed.
“That’s too much.” He stepped behind her and tweaked her shoulders. “Perfect.” Five seconds later he shook his head in disgust. “Your hips are moving again.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are.” His fingers clamped down on her hips, pressing into the bone. Tiny electrical pulses shot through Lucy’s stomach and straight down to her… never mind.
“Try to move now,” he said.
Darn it, he’d been right. With her hips set in place and her spine relaxed she was able to keep her shoulders in place. Her body moved in sync with the machine and she remained balanced. Her emotions, however, were not as easy to steady.
“I knew this wouldn’t be difficult once I learned the proper technique.” She sounded winded—probably because Tony’s hands were still guiding her hips.
“Honey, if this sport was easy, every boy would grow up to be a rodeo cowboy.”
“I’m being positive. All I need to do is sit on a bull for a few seconds.”
He pressed down on her thigh with his hand. “Clamp your legs against the machine. Riding a bull for a short time is nothing. Dismounting without breaking your neck or getting stomped on is a bit trickier.”
“Being trampled isn’t in my game plan.” Lucy’s voice sounded sure, but her insides quaked—although not from fear, but arousal. With each undulating twist of the machine Tony’s fingers inched closer to her crotch. If she thrust her hips a fraction forward he’d touch…
“You better not get too cocky, Lucy.” He released her leg and she sucked in a lungful of air. “Your father will have my head and my job if a bull so much as swishes his tail in your face.”
“Hey, you kids.” Tony’s mother called from the porch. “Supper’s ready.”
Tony shut off the motor and helped Lucy climb down from the machine. “Before this goes any further—” his eyes bored into her “—when will you take me out to the mine?”
Lucy had forgotten Tony wasn’t giving her bull-riding lessons out of the goodness of his heart. “When do you want to go?”
“As soon as possible.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I’ve got meetings in the morning, but I can make it out to the ranch by one-thirty.” He skirted the cactus flower bed and climbed the porch steps.
Lucy followed. “Stay here, Maddie.”
“She can come inside while we eat.” Tony clicked his tongue and the dog bolted past him into the trailer. After Tony shut the door behind Lucy, he scratched Maddie’s ears. “This is your home away from home, isn’t it, girl?” Maddie’s tail wagged. The dog hadn’t been this happy in a long time—obviously she missed Tony as much as she did Michael.
Tony’s mother stepped from the kitchen and smiled. “Lucy, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” She spoke perfect English with no accent, which always amazed Lucy. Michael had mentioned that when Tony’s mother decided to become a U.S. citizen she was determined to master the English language.
“It’s good to see you, Mrs. Bravo.” Lucy hugged the older woman.
“Call me Maria, please.” She waved them into the kitchen where she’d set the table. “I hope you like tuna casserole.”
“I love tuna casserole.” The Durango housekeeper rarely made comfort food. Instead she served mostly steamed veggies and grilled meats. “What can I help with?”
“You can fetch the bread from the oven.” Maria dished the casserole onto plates.
Both Lucy and Tony washed their hands at the kitchen sink, then Lucy retrieved the loaf of French bread and Tony grabbed bottles of water from the fridge.
Benign chitchat filled the dinner hour before Maria pushed her
He adjusted her fingers on the rope so her grip felt more secure. “Lean your shoulders forward, not your hips,” he said.
She did as instructed.
“That’s too much.” He stepped behind her and tweaked her shoulders. “Perfect.” Five seconds later he shook his head in disgust. “Your hips are moving again.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are.” His fingers clamped down on her hips, pressing into the bone. Tiny electrical pulses shot through Lucy’s stomach and straight down to her… never mind.
“Try to move now,” he said.
Darn it, he’d been right. With her hips set in place and her spine relaxed she was able to keep her shoulders in place. Her body moved in sync with the machine and she remained balanced. Her emotions, however, were not as easy to steady.
“I knew this wouldn’t be difficult once I learned the proper technique.” She sounded winded—probably because Tony’s hands were still guiding her hips.
“Honey, if this sport was easy, every boy would grow up to be a rodeo cowboy.”
“I’m being positive. All I need to do is sit on a bull for a few seconds.”
He pressed down on her thigh with his hand. “Clamp your legs against the machine. Riding a bull for a short time is nothing. Dismounting without breaking your neck or getting stomped on is a bit trickier.”
“Being trampled isn’t in my game plan.” Lucy’s voice sounded sure, but her insides quaked—although not from fear, but arousal. With each undulating twist of the machine Tony’s fingers inched closer to her crotch. If she thrust her hips a fraction forward he’d touch…
“You better not get too cocky, Lucy.” He released her leg and she sucked in a lungful of air. “Your father will have my head and my job if a bull so much as swishes his tail in your face.”
“Hey, you kids.” Tony’s mother called from the porch. “Supper’s ready.”
Tony shut off the motor and helped Lucy climb down from the machine. “Before this goes any further—” his eyes bored into her “—when will you take me out to the mine?”
Lucy had forgotten Tony wasn’t giving her bull-riding lessons out of the goodness of his heart. “When do you want to go?”
“As soon as possible.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I’ve got meetings in the morning, but I can make it out to the ranch by one-thirty.” He skirted the cactus flower bed and climbed the porch steps.
Lucy followed. “Stay here, Maddie.”
“She can come inside while we eat.” Tony clicked his tongue and the dog bolted past him into the trailer. After Tony shut the door behind Lucy, he scratched Maddie’s ears. “This is your home away from home, isn’t it, girl?” Maddie’s tail wagged. The dog hadn’t been this happy in a long time—obviously she missed Tony as much as she did Michael.
Tony’s mother stepped from the kitchen and smiled. “Lucy, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” She spoke perfect English with no accent, which always amazed Lucy. Michael had mentioned that when Tony’s mother decided to become a U.S. citizen she was determined to master the English language.
“It’s good to see you, Mrs. Bravo.” Lucy hugged the older woman.
“Call me Maria, please.” She waved them into the kitchen where she’d set the table. “I hope you like tuna casserole.”
“I love tuna casserole.” The Durango housekeeper rarely made comfort food. Instead she served mostly steamed veggies and grilled meats. “What can I help with?”
“You can fetch the bread from the oven.” Maria dished the casserole onto plates.
Both Lucy and Tony washed their hands at the kitchen sink, then Lucy retrieved the loaf of French bread and Tony grabbed bottles of water from the fridge.
Benign chitchat filled the dinner hour before Maria pushed her
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