Certain he was by himself, he tucked in Rose’s earbuds that he’d found abandoned along with her phone on the desk beside the computer. She was listening to a new book. The female narrator spoke with a soft twang. When Willa swung down from her horse, Rowdy was there to catch her. She turned in his arms and he didn’t pretend not to stare at the delectable cleavage revealed by her Western-styled shirt. She stiffened in his arms, temper clearly kindling. Little wildcat. Rowdy teased her with a blatant leer. “You shouldn’t leave so many of those pretty pearl buttons undone, darlin’, if you don’t want a man to look.” “No gentleman would mention such a thing,” she retorted. Rowdy slipped his hand beneath her wide leather belt and her painted-on jeans. His fingers found the skinny rear strap of her thong panties. With two fingers, he plucked the stretchy fabric from its snug seat, then let it snap back into place, grinning when she jumped. Her face flushed and he knew she’d enjoyed the little bite of pain against her private place.
