He studied the Stetson, let his fingers explore its shape and texture. Then he spun it delicately before he set it on his head with one hand and tipped it low over his brow.
“It’ll do.” He removed it and set it on the nearest wooden fence post. “You know I didn’t want you buying me anything.” The warning in his tone made her shiver. His eyes were dark, dangerous, and completely fascinating. She couldn’t look away as he crowded her back against the Jeep.
“I think you keep looking for excuses to get paddled. That about right?” He dragged his index finger down her throat, tracing her collarbone, and she held her breath. Half the time he scared her—in a good way—with his half-whispered suggestions; and the other half of the time she craved him and his hands on her so much that she hurt with
