Page 78 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

He checked down the aisle, always vigilant, then pulled me closer and kissed me hard.

A horse banged against a stall.

Goran jerked back and broke the kiss.

I laughed quietly. “Relax. No one’s watching. Corey is hanging with the other grooms and Coach already left for the night.”

Coach Ehren always took a hotel room close by, while Corey stayed in the tack stall beside Atlas on a cot, just to be safe. Frank never stayed the week, he flew back and returned when it was time to drive the rig home.

Goran exhaled and rested his forehead against mine. “Doesn’t matter. Habit.”

“Come on,” I said, tugging his hand. “I have a much better idea of how to celebrate my win,” I whispered.

After latching the stall, I pulled Goran down the gravel path toward the trailer parked just beyond the temporary stabling. We stepped inside, and I smiled automatically. This was my home away from home.

It was warm and intimate. Wood finishes, a full kitchen, two couches, a three-piece bath, and a master bedroom. Soft lighting traced the outer edges of the walls, making everything feel cozy and safe. Somewhere no one could reach us.

I kicked off my sneakers and gave Goran a quick kiss.

“I can’t believe today actually happened. I kept waiting for something to go wrong.”

He leaned against the small kitchen island, watching me as he always did. It used to intimidate me. But now it lit a fire in the pit of my stomach.

“You rode like you belonged in that ring.”

“I do belong out there,” I replied quietly.

Father had let me ride because he thought it was a phase in a little girl’s life. But it wasn’t. Now all I wanted was my incredible horse and my sexy husband.

Goran brushed his thumb along my jaw.

“You always have.”

Heat crept into my cheeks as I ran my lip through my teeth.

“I’m going to shower. I’ll be right back.”

He cupped my face, trapping me in place. His lips hovered just over mine.

“I’m not going anywhere. But don’t be too long…or I’ll come looking for you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, until my head was light, and I had to cling to his shirt to stay upright.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough and low, like he had just gargled with whiskey.

“Both”

I stepped back and rushed to the bathroom. I had never showered so fast in my life. All I pictured was having Goran to myself for three more nights without prying eyes. These shows were the only time that we got to be normal.

Steam clung to my skin as I wrapped a towel around my body and twisted another around my hair. When I left the bathroom, I went on the hunt.

Goran was lounging on the couch, blinds drawn, drink in hand, and the television on but muted.

As much as I loved him in a suit, the relaxed jeans and white T-shirt he wore were mouth-watering.

He looked up as I approached, and his eyes were full of desire, making my heart pound. He was a lifeline to my sanity, yet made me utterly crazy at the same time. I stopped between his knees and reached up, tossing the towel from my hair aside.