Seduction Island. Lorie O'Clare

used to being on Lord’s back.

      “I’m not so sure.” Jordan shifted behind her and then reached around her, taking the reins from her hand. “You seem to have relaxed since we left the barn. I’d hate for my unscrupulous behavior to ruin your opportunity to learn the love of riding horses.”

      She dared glance over her shoulder. Jordan stole her breath with the intensity of his expression. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she stared at a man hardened with conviction. It unnerved her. Amber always believed herself a good judge of character. Maybe she didn’t have the education most had. Hell, she had less than most. But she had street smarts. And she could spot a criminal, or a shyster. Up until that moment she would have pegged Jordan a player who pouted over being called on it.

      “We agreed prior to our ride that this night wouldn’t be sexual, remember?” she said, studying his face as she spoke. There were so many layers to this man, a nature that went so far beyond his perfect bad-boy good looks. “Therefore your actions aren’t unscrupulous.”

      “Just my desires?” he countered immediately.

      “Well, that would depend on what your desires are,” she whispered, tingles immediately rushing up her spine and spreading over her body when he moved slightly and his chest pressed into her back.

      His face was too close to hers. And those eyes, now more gray than blue, probed so deeply inside her she felt the quickening in her gut as she lost herself in them.

      Jordan’s hands moved in front of her. There wasn’t time to shift her attention and see what it was he was doing. Apparently he switched the reins from one hand to the other because his free hand moved to her face, gripping her chin and preventing her from looking away.

      But when his mouth covered hers, searing her with a heat that robbed her ability to think, there wasn’t any doubt what his desires were. He parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her and offering her a taste of a man hell-bent on a mission. Amber lost herself in the kiss, drowning in the power, determination, and raw, unbridled lust that filled her as his mouth moved over hers.

      It took more effort than it should have to break off the kiss. And she hated herself for that, despised her weakness. The only thing she could do was strike out, release her frustration over tasting something she couldn’t have, in the only way she knew how.

      “Damn you!” she yelled, twisting and raising her fist at the same time. Anger peaked inside her and she aimed directly for his face.