I licked the sweat on my upper lip, struggling to keep him from seeing me perspire. For some strange reason, Noah got off on making me do things. There was a maddening aura of arrogance about him. What did he have to be proud of? Bossing me around? Making someone half his size do his chores?
Worse yet, the more he acted like my hard task master, the more I ached for stern, sexy times.
I’d cleaned the stall, groomed Lucifer, who unlike his namesake was an oversized angel on four hooves, fed him his treat and now sat on a hay bale taking a break.
The slosh of water sounded as Noah brought his horse a clean bucketful, and I admired his body which radiated a raw and unstoppable strength. I took in the planes and contours of his chest, arms, and shoulders which flexed and bulged at his sligh
