The maniacal bull snorted and jackknifed his body, but Lance held on, those powerful arms fully engaged, and god they had to be as big around as the fence posts she was loading. Then there were his hands. There was something so seductive about large, rugged hands skilled in the art of holding on. She’d like to bet they were skilled in other arts, too.
A slow heated breath eased out as she thought about all of the places those hands could hold her body.
Lance continued the dance--that’s how he made it look, graceful and choreographed--riding that steer like he owned it. In complete control.
Wooooowwww. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t take her eyes off him. His body was actually built for this, muscle stacked on muscle, tendons as thick as ropes. The more the bull bucked, the more Lance seemed to come alive.
Awe surged through her, nearly buckling her knees, turning her arms weak.
The fence post dropped from her hands and slammed onto her toes. Pain shredded through her feet.
“Ow!” she screamed as she fell to her knees to push the thing off.
The post rolled down to the ATV.
“Oh no!” she heard Gracie screech. “Hold on, Uncle Lance!”
Jessa looked up. Lance had turned his head in her direction, which threw off his form. The beast below him bucked and kicked its legs in the air.
Jessa scrambled to her knees.
Lance was trying to recover, hands both grasping, but his body was being tossed violently. With a final snorting fury, the bull threw his head back, a horn connecting with Lance, then leaped and sent him flying toward the fence.
“Oh god!” Jessa shot to her feet and hobble-ran the perimeter. It was horrible seeing him sprawled there. He could be dead!
Tucker was already out in the corral, luring the bull away from Lance. Somehow Jessa managed to squeeze herself between the fence posts and sprint to him, but her foot caught a rock. Momentum pitched her forward and launched her right on top of Lance.
His wide eyes stared into hers. They were open. And he was breathing.
“Are you okay?” she choked out. The lingering pain in her toes throbbed with the fast pulse of her heart.
“Of course I’m okay,” he said with an amused smile. “That’s not the first time I’ve been tossed, Jessa.”
His eyes were so pretty. Grayish blue with heavy thick lashes.
“Are you okay?” he asked, lifting his head.
Oh. Right. She was still lying on him.