She shifted on the seat and tugged at the hem of her skirt. Her action only emphasized the length of her legs. He was between her nearly bare, insanely long legs. Legs he’d dreamed about wrapped around him. A pair of shorts would have revealed as much skin, yet something about her skirt riding up made the exposure feel naughty and erotic. His gaze travelled from her upper thigh down to the ridiculously sexy, inappropriate high-heel shoe resting behind his worn¸ muddy boot. Oozing red lines along her calf killed the moment. He covered her knee with one hand and lifted her leg by the ankle with the other, tipping her backward over the duffle on the rack. “Jessie, I’m sorry. I’m not taking very good care of you.” He swung a leg over the handlebars. A flash of white panties stole any sane thought in his head about seeing to her boo-boos. As graceful as a dancer, she’d arched her leg over and joined him by the ATV, bent over and examining the scratches.
