JUST A TASTE

She stared at him, bathed in silver, still touching her. “What are you doing out here?” She kept her tone as casual as possible.

“Checking my mare.” He inclined his head toward the barn. “She’s due to drop a foal any day now.”

“Ah.” She really wanted to believe him. His thumbs traced warm circles against her bare arms, sending shockwaves of longing straight to her core. Her breath caught. “Um…how is she?”

“Beautiful.”

“The mare?”

“You.”

Was it her imagination, or had he stepped closer? His breath was warm against her cheek. Definitely closer. “What are you doing, Ty?” she asked, barely able to breathe, let alone speak.

His grip tightened, then eased as he slid his open palms to her back. “Something I’ve wanted to do since I stopped to change your tire.”

Beth’s heart slammed mercilessly into her ribs and she met him halfway. “I’m probably going to regret this, but the feeling is mutual,” she whispered. Without hesitation, she draped her hands behind his neck.

Just a taste, she promised herself as he leaned toward her. Just a taste…