Rawhide Angel

Hooves slammed into the thick arena dirt. Dust billowed around as the horse rocked back and reared. Chet’s body slid back, and Saige was sure he’d fall flat on his ass. Instead, he hung on, spurring and sending his bright green chaps whipping up and down with each movement. The pickup man rode by, his horse slinging dirt toward Saige as she leaned over the arena fence to watch Chet jump from the bronc’s back. His hat hit the ground, revealing blond hair her hands itched to glide through.

No, she couldn’t think of Chet Haskins like that. But when he turned, smiling his million-dollar smile, and waved his hands in the air to pump up the crowd, all she yearned to do was beg him to smile at her, just her, that way.

Saige bit her lip. She had resisted any and all urges when it came to Chet. So far. But then he stopped, bent to get his hat, and all she could think of was what it would be like for her hands to grip that butt while he thrust into her. A flame ricocheted within her. She burned with desire. It’d been a long time since she’d had sex, and Chet Haskins tempted her with every move he made.

Saige shrunk away from the fence. She had to get away from him, from the lust crawling in her veins. Chet turned again. His eyes met hers. A slow smile tipped his lips. With a wink, he sent her running for her sanity.

Spinning on her heel, she ran from the arena. Fear skittered through her. She’d lost her heart once to a man who risked his life rodeoing. She wouldn’t lose her sanity again.

She fled into a small bathroom. Tears pooled in her eyes. No matter what, she swore she’d never give herself to Chet Haskins. She’d lose herself, for sure, and that was something she couldn’t allow. Not after everything she’d gone through to rebuild her life.

Chet Haskins was a temptation she couldn’t afford, but one she craved beyond life itself.