Darcy was fighting the urge to just start kissing her neck - he really did have to remain somewhat in control of the horse after all, but God she was right there, her body pressed against him, the motion of the horse and their hips moving in time- he had known it was going to be fairly intimate. But he hadn’t quite appreciated just how intimate until it was happening. He swallows hard and tried to focus on anything but her perfect ass, or that he could very easily just lift his hand from her waist to fo her chest, or he could move just a few inches in the opposite direction.