âIan, I canât ⦠I just met you.â
âYouâre attracted to me,â Ian insisted.
âThat doesnât mean I should act on it,â Cassie replied. âYouâre only here for a short time. We canât just ⦠you know.â
âHave sex?â
Oh, mercy. The words were out now. Dear Lord. It wasnât as if she hadnât had sex beforeâshe had a baby for crying out loudâbut, âActing on sexual attraction isnât something I normally do.â
Ian stepped forward, and stopped when Cassie held up a hand. âDonât. I canât think when youâre touching me.â
âIâll take that as a compliment.â
Cassie rolled her eyes. âYou would.â
âSee? You know me already.â
âYouâre going to have to keep your hands to yourself.â âYouâre no fun.â
Without a word, Ian closed the gap between them. He brought his mouth close to hers. âA woman who kisses like you, who responds to my touch without hesitation, has pent-up passion that needs to be released.â
His lips barely brushed hers. âCome find me when youâre ready.â
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One
Oomph!
Out of nowhere, Ian Shaffer had his arms full of woman. Curvy, petite woman. A mass of silky red hair half covered her face, and as she shoved the wayward strands back to look up, Ian was met with the most intriguing set of blue eyes heâd ever seen.
âYou okay?â he asked, in no hurry to let her down.
Heâd taken one step into the stables at Stony Ridge Acres and this beauty had literally fallen into his arms. Talk about perfect timing.
The delicate hand against his shoulder pushed gently, but he didnât budge. How could he, when all those curves felt perfect against his body and she was still trembling?
He may not know much about the horse industry, but women... Yeah, he knew women really well.
âThank you for catching me.â
Her low, husky voice washed over him, making him even more thankful heâd come to this movie set to see to his clientâs needs in person...and to hopefully sign another actress to his growing roster of A-listers.
Most agents didnât visit movie sets as regularly as he did, but he sure as hell wasnât missing the opportunity to keep Max Ford happy and allow prospective client Lily Beaumont to witness just what a kick-ass, hands-on agent he was. Given his young age, the fact that he was known as a shark in the industry happened to be good for business.
Ian glanced to the ladder that stretched up into the loft of the spacious stables. His eyes narrowed in on the rung that hung vertically, the culprit of the ladyâs fall.
âLooks like your ladder needs repairing,â he told her, looking back to those big, expressive blue eyes.
âIâve been meaning to fix it,â she told him, studying his face, his mouth. âYou know, you can let me down now.â
Yeah, he was probably freaking her out by keeping her in his clutches. But that didnât stop him from easing her down slowly, allowing her body to glide against his.
Hey, he may be there to concentrate on work, but that didnât mean he couldnât enjoy the samplings of a tempting woman when an opportunity presented itself.
Keeping his hand on her arm, Ian allowed his gaze to sweep down her body. He justified the touch by telling himself he was looking for signs of injury, but in all honesty, he simply wanted to get a better look. If this was what they called taking in the local scenery, then sign him up.
âAre you hurt anywhere?â he asked.
âJust my pride.â Stepping back, forcing his hand to fall away, she brushed her fingers down her button-up plaid shirt. âIâm Cassie Barrington. And you are?â
He held out his hand. âIan Shaffer. Iâm Max Fordâs agent.â