“Then, get you atop my noble steed, little lavender. I have a need to ride with you nestled up against me.”
Her face morphed into a naughty smile. “You have a need?” Her eyes darkened and went heavy.
“Good Lord, woman—I have so many needs around you, it is a sickness that cannot be helped.”
“I can help remedy it,” she said, hopping as he helped her onto the horse.
“Do not tempt me, little girl. I have better control than most, but even I have my breaking point.”