Chapter Ten
Maybelle burned with shame. She clutched the reins so hard to keep her hands from shaking, the leather hurt. Of all the stupid things she’d done in her twenty-one years, kissing Ty had been the stupidest. Nope. Strike that. Moving him to the top of her first-time list had been the stupidest. It didn’t matter how right it had felt in the moment. How incredible it felt to have his mouth own hers. Kissing Ty had been everything she’d imagined and then some. She’d felt womanly, powerful… wanted. This was the kind of man she’d imagined sharing her first time with. He kissed her like she was a person to pleasure, not an object to be enjoyed. And she’d loved every second of it.
But now, she only wanted to escape with whatever dignity she had left. How could he push her away? He’d fl
