Kaitlyn’s mind the moment Gabriel touched her. It was absurd really how
devastating an effect he had on her. She would have to be careful or she would
be rendered incapable of holding a thought longer than a drunken frat boy
whenever he was in view.
Eileen knelt down to help Kaitlyn with her socks as Gabriel
stood and faced Philip. “She will ride with me,” he stated, looking his cousin
squarely in the eyes.
Philip shook his head in defeat and turned to walk away.
“Wait!” Kaitlyn called to him as Eileen helped her to her
feet. Bending over, she retrieved her beloved brown Timberlands and handed them
to him. “Find someone who needs these.”
Philip’s eyes widened as he slowly moved to accept her
offering. He nodded slightly and glanced down at the ground. Without a single
utterance, he turned and quickly strode away.
Eileen smiled at Kaitlyn and gave her hand a gentle squeeze
before Gabriel swept Kaitlyn up into his arms, causing her to yelp in surprise.
She laughed quietly to herself as she allowed him to carry her to his horse.
Lifting her up, he placed her on top of the stallion’s back
and Kaitlyn threw one leg over the horse’s neck. After Gabriel mounted his
steed and settled himself behind her, he reached into his saddlebag and pulled
out a blanket, which he swiftly placed over her lap. Pulling her up against his
chest, he took the horse’s reins and signaled for the men in his company to
begin marching again.
Several minutes had passed when she felt Gabriel’s lips
brush against the top of her ear as he whispered, “Give me one of your feet.”
Stunned by the strange request and still reeling over being
so close to him once again, Kaitlyn turned to him with arched eyebrows. “What
on earth for?”
“Well, for one thing, it is unladylike to sit atop a horse
as though you are a man,” he replied with a twinkle in his warm, brown eyes. He
reached under the blanket and grabbed her right leg, coaxing her to lift it
back over the horse’s neck and turn her body sideways in the saddle.
Kaitlyn laughed softly. She did not want the other men to
notice them. She then allowed him to take her right foot and draw it up toward
him to rest on her left thigh as she readjusted the blanket on her lap.
Gabriel wrapped one hand around her foot and began to gently
knead her sole with his thumb. “Does that pain you?” he asked.
She shook her head, biting her lip to keep from moaning out
loud. She relaxed and leaned her body against his hard chest, reveling in the
soothing warmth of his hand and the soft but firm ministrations of his massage.
His earthy, masculine scent sent her head swimming. Her mind
immediately began wandering to the thought of his strong, calloused hand
snaking their way up her leg, rubbing her inner thighs. She groaned out loud,
feeling her panties moisten at the very thought.
“Did I hurt you, Katie?” he whispered next to her ear.
Damn him. It was one thing when he was simply a hot guy who
put erotic thoughts into her head. It was something else entirely when he
started acting all tender and thoughtful. Now those erotic thoughts were
intertwining with something even more insidious—actual emotions.
His breath felt hot against her cheek, causing her vision to
blur. If she turned her head just slightly, she could easily brush her lips
against his.
Her pussy clenched at the simple thought. She was by no
means a virgin but, for all practical intents and purposes in the realm of
seduction, she may as well have been. She had only had three boyfriends in her
life but never once did she make the first move with any of them or feel the
way she did now in Gabriel’s presence. Of course, the sex wasn’t that great
either but she always assumed that a lot of hype surrounded the act and it was
never as good in real life as it was in the movies. At least for women anyway.
It wasn’t that she’d never had an orgasm. It’s just that they never felt as
earth shattering as people made