Learning to Ride Read Online Free

let go of all thoughts of the town, the quiet, and even the less-than-ideal motel bed. It was just the two of them and the incredible connection that made her heart pound and her mind whirl. Lucky for her, he was prepared, and by the time that foil wrapper hit the floor, she was more than ready for him.
    When he finally pressed into her, she couldn’t help but gasp against his lips. Absolute perfection . They seemed made for each other, moving with the same perfect rhythm they’d shared on the dance floor, their sweat-dampened bodies sliding against each other as the sound of their escalating breaths and her soft moans broke the quiet of the room. Had anything ever felt this good? She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, this attracted to anyone.
    He pushed her to the edge again and again, skillfully drawing out her pleasure until at long last she shattered, crying out only seconds before he shuddered above her and collapsed, as spent as she was.
    As she lay there panting for breath, reveling in the feeling of their bodies twined together, only one thought floated to the surface of her satisfaction-dazed mind:
    That was one hell of a welcome to Sunnybell.

Chapter 4
    “Good morning, Ms. Harper. My, don’t you just have a spring in your step today.”
    Madeline maintained her pleasantly neutral expression even as she tried valiantly to suppress the blush she could feel rising up her cheeks. She had good reason for that springy step. “Good morning, Mrs. McLeroy.”
    The receptionist smiled over her reading glasses as she set down her knitting. She was an odd mix of characters, with hair like Dolly Parton, a face like Mrs. Claus, and a seasonally themed wardrobe that reminded Madeline of her third grade music teacher. Today’s vest featured falling autumn leaves and a smattering of friendly-looking cats.
    “Mr. Westerfield said he’d like to see you once you got settled this morning.” She leaned forward and added in a conspiratorial tone, “Don’t you worry, though. I already plied him with coffee and my homemade banana nut muffins this morning, so I know he’s as happy as a possum in a corncrib.”
    Madeline bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a chuckle at the colorful comparison. She was still working on establishing her authority here and had no intention of jeopardizing it by joking around with the staff. In the week since she’d arrived, she’d been a veritable poster girl for professionalism. The older woman was sweet, but she hadn’t yet realized that Madeline was soon going to be running the place, and Westerfield would be spending his days on the golf course.
    Assuming this town had a golf course.
    Nodding, Madeline thanked her before heading for her own office. As she slipped between the haphazardly arranged cubicles, she pasted a pleasant but professional smile on her face. She hoped it would disguise the barely contained giddiness she felt after one of the most amazing nights of her life. She hadn’t gotten much sleep, but she still felt wired.
    At six that morning, awakened by the alarm on her cell, she had feared an awkward morning-after moment. But she opened her eyes to discover that he was already gone—and she exhaled a blissful sort of sigh. No guilt, no regrets, just pure, unadulterated satisfaction. The perfect, once-in-a-lifetime encounter.
    “Good morning, Ms. Harper,” Kelly Ann from Sales said as she walked by, her bright pink lips stretched in an odd, almost knowing smile.
    Madeline blinked. Knowing smile? No, surely not. She was just being friendly. It was hard to gauge a person’s expressions when she wore a full mask of makeup this early in the morning. “Good morning,” Madeline replied, her professional veneer intact.
    As she walked past Geraldine’s desk, the younger woman seemed to be biting back a grin. “Have a good evening?” She fluttered her lashes with over-the-top innocence.
    Now that gave Madeline pause. Slowing, she said, “Yes, and I hope you did,