Trot, trot!
Perched upon his brown stallion, Jeremy Hunter followed Iris’s black mount at a nonchalant pace. His eyebrows danced in amusement and narrowed his eyes on the petite woman’s slender yet graceful back. Layers of dress didn’t mask the sensuous curves of her womanly body from Jeremy’s dissecting eyes: the curves of her waist, the roundness of her bottom and the length of her slender legs.
Someone well-versed as Jeremy with the physical anatomy of a woman took pride in his lovemaking skills. He met many women: innocent, bashful, leading, and charming; but never one like her. She was fascinating. She had a touch of fire that most women lacked, and he is that stupid moth who couldn’t help but get attracted to her flame. It was not an irresistible attraction, not yet, but Iris intr
