Читать книгу Whirlwind Bride - Debra Cowan - Страница 2

A big, work-roughened hand closed over hers.

Her eyes flew open and she stared at Riley’s hand dwarfing hers. He placed their joined hands against the horse’s firm, warm neck.

Her discomfort faded when she saw the mare standing calmly beneath Riley’s touch. Susannah could feel his chest at her back, his warmth comforting. She tried keeping her mind on the horse. “She’s soft.”

“Yes.”

“She’s letting me touch her,” she said, with both wonder and uncertainty.

“Just keep your touch easy. That’s good.” His breath washed against her temple.

Her hand molded to his as they stroked the mare’s sleek firm flesh, and the slow, sinuous movement lulled her. Riley’s strength wrapped around her.

She found her gaze fixed on him, not the mare. Raw desire shimmered in his blue eyes and Susannah felt her stomach clench in response. He looked as if he wanted to stroke her…!