He leans back but doesn’t let me go. He’s staring at me, and I can see the indecision on his face. He’s either going to take me right here or in my room.
I’m fine with either.
My cell phone ringing in my bedroom is like a shock to his system. His eyes go wide, and it’s like just now he realizes that I’m pressing the V of my thighs against his hard manhood.
Slowly, he settles me to my feet and takes a step back. He runs his hand through his hair, and there’s no hiding the frustration in his voice. “You should, uh, probably go get that.”
I bite my swollen lip. The last thing I want to do is go answer my phone, but I’m not going to beg him. He kissed me… I won’t ask him for more. “Yeah, okay.”
Slowly, I walk away, and I can feel his gaze burning into me. I don’t look back, though, because if I do, I will plead with him to not let me go.
CHAPTER 4
DILLON
I tossed and turned all night long. I’ve had barely had any sleep, and now I find myself in a full arena and all eyes on London.
I frown as I look around us.
There are too many men looking at her. Too many kids wanting her attention. Too many women looking at her like she’s their idol. I crowd against her, and she tenses next to me.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You’re still mad at me, aren’t you, honey?”
She just grunts and shakes her head. “Mad? I’m not mad. Why would I be mad at you?”
She’s looking at me with all innocence, but I have felt the anger coming off her in waves since this morning.
“London!” someone hollers, and London pastes a smile on her face and waves out to the crowd.
“There’s too many people here,” I grumble.
She keeps smiling. “It’s a showcase, Dillon. Anyone and everyone with the circuit is going to be here.”
She continues waving, completely unfazed. “Queenie was on edge this morning. Can you have Roger make sure she’s okay?”
I tense up. “That’s it, you’re not riding today.”
Her head flips so fast toward me I’m surprised her hat stays on. “I’m riding.”
I go toe to toe with her. “Not if it’s not safe.”
She rolls her eyes. “Queenie would never hurt me.”
I see the faith she has in her horse. The connection between them is undeniable, and I know she’s right. The horse wouldn’t hurt her, but if she’s sick or something, then accidents can happen. “I’m going to check Queenie out before you ride.”
She laughs. “Are you a veterinarian now?”
I snap my fingers. “Good idea. I’ll get Dr. Macks to look at her.” I gesture to the back where the horses are stabled. “Come on, we’ll go get her checked out.”
London looks at me as if I have two heads. “Dillon, I’m about to be interviewed. I don’t ride until this afternoon. I’ll go check on Queenie as soon as I’m done. Or you can go…”
I jerk my head back. “I’m not leaving you.”
She mutters under her breath, “You didn’t seem to have any trouble last night.”
I look into her fiery eyes and realize I was right. She’s still mad about that. Hopefully, eventually, she’s going to realize that walking away from me was the best thing she could have done.
I put my hand at the small of her back. “Come on. Let’s get you up closer to the stage.”
