" I can’t reach the stirrups,” Abigail said. “Don’t need to. Scoot forward and make room.” He put his foot in the stirrup. “For what?” Swinging his leg over, he settled behind Abigail. “Oh.” She squirmed forward, but only got so far. She finally settled in the cradle of his thighs in a way he found most disturbing. "

― Denise Hunter , A Cowboy's Touch (A Big Sky Romance, #1)