Shaun grinned. “I know how you landed. It will take a few days before you’ll want to get back in the saddle.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask why he hadn’t offered to kiss that part of her when he leaned in closer.
“There will come a time, Fiona, that I will kiss every inch of you, including your bruised tailbone. But for now,” he said, his voice low and rough, before closing the distance between their lips.
Conscious of Ian in the backseat, likely watching every move between them, he nipped her full lower lip, then kissed it, and both corners of her mouth. He felt her sway towards him, so he reached out with both hands to take her arms to steady her. At the same time, Fiona set one of her hands against his chest, and he felt her fingers curl into his shirt. He wanted to take mor
