She smiled again. She sure was pretty as a fresh daisy this morning. Had she had an attitude adjustment? Her scarlet lips curved up slightly higher on the right side, making her smile just a tad lopsided. The tiny imperfection made her all the more desirable.
Damn, those lips had tasted good. Like a tequila sunrise heavy on the grenadine. He could have kissed her into oblivion. Damn near had, until it dawned on him that he was close to fucking his boss’s sister-in-law on his deck.
Good way to get fired. He needed his job here. Chad McCray paid well, and the extra for teaching Angelina to ride would come in handy too. Pretty soon his dad could go to Arizona. He wouldn’t give up the extra dough. The opportunity to teach Angie had come along just at the right time. Bart over at the Bullfrog had offered him a job tending bar two nights a week for some extra cash. Now he didn’t need to take that moonlighting job.
Though he did make a mean tequila sunrise.
Orange juice, tequila, and grenadine would taste great drizzled over Angie’s sweet red nipples. Course they tasted amazing alone—he had firsthand knowledge of that. That soft little sigh from her throat as he tugged—
Damn, these jeans are tight.
“All right,” he said. “Get her saddled up.”
Angie’s slender arms could barely lift the heavy saddle, but she managed to get it on Belle’s back. In the meantime, Rafe saddled Adonis.
“Go ahead and give her a bit now, but eventually you won’t be using reins much.”
“What?” Angie’s mouth dropped open.
“You’ll be controlling the horse with your legs. It’s a much better way for both of you.”
“For her, maybe. Not for me. My legs aren’t that strong.”
He’d seen her legs two days previous. They looked plenty strong. Sturdy and shapely. She’d have no trouble learning to ride this way. And he’d enjoy watching that body develop into an equestrienne’s. Fact of the matter he’d enjoy watching that body do just about anything.
She was lovely.
“Okay, honey, let’s take them out.”
They led the horses out of the stall and into one of the fenced train
ing pastures.
“Now go ahead and mount her.” He watched. “From the left side, good.”
“Hey, look at me!” Angie smiled and raised one hand. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been up here, it feels—”
Thunk. Rafe let out a laugh as Angie landed on her backside right on the grass.
“Ouch!”
“Now don’t you wish you’d gotten those tights with leather patches?”
“Why on earth?”
“You slid right off the saddle, honey. I saw it comin’ bright as day.”
“You might have warned me.”
“And miss this? I don’t think so.” He helped her to her feet. “You’ll want to invest in one of those butt pillows, too. It’ll help when you’re trying to sit at dinner tonight.”
“Butt pillow?”
“Sure. You’ve seen them. People use them for hemorrhoids.”
She rubbed her ass cheeks. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Can’t say I am.” He shook his head. “You’re cute as hell, you know that?”