And, right then, she knew there was nothing wrong with her. She’d just never met Brodie before. That kind of man didn’t live in St. Christophe. He lived here. He was of this world.

A tingling sensation zipped from the back of her neck down to the soles of her feet.

I want him.

She wanted to shove her hands in that silky hair, wanted to straddle his hard thighs, and offer her breasts to his hungry mouth. She wanted to see his eyes go crazy with lust.

For me.

And, oh, God, he was looking at her just like that. With desire, with lust.

“Here you go.” The cowboy held a glass of ice water out to her.

“Thank you.” She took a sip of the cold water and stuck her hand out. “I’m Rosie.”

“Dusty.” He tipped his hat to her.

“You’re up.” Skylar shouted, tugging on her arm.

Rosalina turned to the cowboy. “Any advice for a newbie?”

“Hold on tight.” The skin around his eyes crinkled in amusement.

But she wasn’t amused. She’d wanted actual tips. Whatever. Let’s do this. Thrusting the glass back to him and the purses at Skylar, she dried her palms on her jeans and opened the gate.

Whoa.

How about next time you’re going to walk across an inflatable surface, you don’t drink tequila first? She practically toppled onto the bull, but she didn’t care what she looked like. She just wanted to climb onto its back and stay there for the entire eight seconds.

How hard can it be? She could do anything for eight measly seconds.

“Grab hold of the rope and throw your leg over the bull,” Skylar called.

“Right.” She’d ride that bronco like a pole at a strip club.

I feel sexy, so that’s how I’ll look.

Reaching under a series of ropes, she got a good grip. Fortunately, she’d grown up riding horses, so she knew how to get in the saddle. Only, this one was much wider than hers.

“We’ve got a newbie in the house,” the MC said into the microphone.

Whistles and calls filled the bar.

“You ready, princess?” the MC called.

What the hell? Rosalina froze, whipping around to see her. How did she know? Had Brodie told someone? But before she could find him in the crowd, the bull jolted. It jerked back and spun sideways—just as it had for Skylar. Only, it didn’t move nearly as fast or as recklessly.

It actually wasn’t that bad. She held on with both hands, concentrating on keeping her balance. She relaxed a little, letting her body move with the jerky movements.

She wanted to do that sexy roll of her hips, but before she could go for it, the bull snapped harder, swiveled faster. Rosalina nearly slid off the saddle. Her thighs gripped the rawhide for dear life.