I feel Liam's sculptured abs beneath his shirt as we bounce up and down in rhythm, following the horse's move. My breath stills when I leaning towards his sturdy, wide back, searching for my balance. To my sweet dismay, his muscles tense, responding to my touch.

Oh boy! I draw back stoutly.

"If you continue like that, you're surely going to fall down." Liam's voice startles me, and his words almost come true when the horse speeds up.

Shit! I tighten my grip, bumping up, then down, in turns . . . a rough, exciting pace.

"Like this?" I ask, stifling a laugh.

"Whatever fits you, Ms. Jones," Liam replies,...