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Оглавление“Okay, what body part do you rely on most when you’re riding a bull?”
Carly braced her hands on either side of her, just inches below her belt. “Right here. It’s all in the hip action.”
Smiling, Luke leaned forward, till their lips almost met. “Well, now,” he breathed, “you are…absolutely…wrong.”
“What?” She recoiled in astonishment and almost toppled off the fence.
He grabbed her around the waist to brace her, then took her hands and placed them on her thighs. He pressed his hands flat atop hers, his warm palms covering her fingers.
“Not the hips, Carly. A little lower. Here.”
He rested his hands on her knees. Then he slid his palms upward again. A bolt of heat shot through her.
When he’d reached the midpoint of her thighs, he paused. “This is what’ll keep you hanging on tight.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Her voice sounded too shaky.
Now she was sure he would make his move. Instead, he simply stepped back, leaving her to stand, stunned, on legs shakier than her voice.
