Chapter Nine
Fifteen minutes later, Jason arrived at the barn, nervous energy zipping through his veins. He spotted her instantly. It was hard not to, with her bright curls bouncing underneath her pale straw hat. Her back was to him while she adjusted the cinch on her black and white painted horse. No one filled a pair of jeans the way she did. He flashed back to the feel of her generous hips beneath him, the way she’d responded when he’d squeezed her soft flesh.
As if sensing his eyes on her, she turned and caught him staring. She stared back, eyes lighting with expectation. The rational half his brain shouted at him to walk the other way, but the lizard part had already decided it wanted more Millie. Lots more. Sterling leaned in as he walked by, and whispered so only he could hear. “A
