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  Brit got her hand between them right before his lips could touch hers. She gripped his lower face, her fingers covering his mouth, her palm curling around his jaw.

  “No.”

  His eyelids narrowed as he studied her eyes. She couldn’t look away from his beautiful, brown gaze. His mouth moved under her fingers. A hot, wet tongue traced the inner curve of her fingers. It was such a soft lick that it shocked and tickled a little. She jerked her hand away.

  He grinned. “What? Was I that damn bad? If I’d known I’d pick you up, I wouldn’t have gotten shitfaced. Give me a rematch and I’ll make it all up to you if I let you down.”

  “I…” She swallowed. “I didn’t spend the night with you. You and I, we’ve never had sex. Whatever you’re thinking, think again. I’m Brit Sheril and I’m a physical therapist Dale Hass sent.”

  His grin turned into a frown. “Dale?”

  “Yes. Do you want to let me go now?”

  A black eyebrow arched as his gaze left hers. She watched him lower his attention to her body. She looked down and wanted to curse. She wore jeans with a black tank top. Since she’d ended up on her side when he’d yanked her down onto his bed it had pulled her shirt a little until the swell of her breasts were displayed nicely, thanks to her black pushup bra. Even the lacy center of her bra peeked from her shirt. Her focus lifted to watch a smile curve those lush lips of his.

  She upgraded his looks instantly. With that grin he looked rugged and handsome. His mouth gave him a mean look until it curved upward.

  “No. I don’t want to let you go. I want to strip you down and fuck you. That would be the best physical therapy you could give me.”

  His words took her aback for a heartbeat or two as she stared into his eyes. “That’s not my job.”

  “It could be. I could work you.” His dark gaze lowered to her breasts again. “I could work you over and over.”

  “Stop that,” she snapped. “Let go. I’m here to check on you. Dale said he heard you were hurt and I saw the swollen knee. Get the hell off me, Mr. Wind. I’m not some barfly you brought home. I’m a professional therapist who is here to assess your injuries, ordered to be here by my boss.”

  He took a deep breath, his chest close enough that when he did, his skin touched the swell of her breasts and made her aware of his warmth. She swallowed. Her body responded to him and it pissed her off. He had no right to talk to her that way and he sure shouldn’t have yanked her into his bed.

  “So you want me to pay you?” He frowned.

  “Don’t even. If you say what I’m afraid you’re going to, just don’t. I’m not a sex therapist. I don’t fuck men for money but I’ve had a few jerks offer me that. I’ll kick your ass.”

  A deep chuckle came from him. “You’ll kick my ass? Baby, if you haven’t noticed, I have you pinned down. What are you going to do? You look like you couldn’t fight a strong wind.”

  “My name is Brit Sheril, not ‘baby’, Mr. Wind. Get the hell off me because I’m not amused.”

  “I could amuse you.”

  “You could get your whiskey-soaked ass off me.”

  His grin died and he grimaced while moving his face back a little. “Sorry. Do I smell bad?”

  She hesitated. “Let me up. I’m here to assess your injuries. Is it just the knee?”

  He blinked before he rolled back. Relief washed through her as she sat up slowly, inching away from him to rise to her feet. She turned around, instantly regretting it.

  River Wind stretched out on his back watching her…with the sheet gone. Her focus flew down his body, unable to look away as she stared wide-eyed at him. She hadn’t expected to see that.

  He chuckled. “I’m really happy to see you.”

  Her gaze jerked away from the impressive hard-on. His thick cock had been circumcised and at that moment he seemed to be very turned on. The guy shaved his lower area. She couldn’t miss that since his legs were spread enough to reveal everything to her. The guy had balls all right—shaved, heavy ones.

  “I see that. Can you cover up, please? Morning wood isn’t something I want to see.”

  “You said you wanted to assess me and you wanted to know where I hurt. There it is. That’s where I’m aching.” He scanned her body again as he lifted his arms, bending them behind his head to use his forearms for a pillow. “If you’d drop those jeans and climb on me, you could fix my pain real fast.”

  The sad part is, she thought, I’m tempted. The last guy she’d taken home had been a dud. Her memory skipped back five months to the wedding of a dear friend. Weddings were depressing when someone was thirty-five, single, and had no prospects. One of the groom’s friends had been blond, cute, and flirtatious. He’d also been a rotten lay, looked better in clothes than out of them, and hadn’t been a tenth as tempting as the guy stretched out on the bed in front of her.

  “There are condoms in the drawer built into the wall behind you.”

  She turned her head to glance at the drawers and a closet that were a little to the side of the door. She looked back at him. Damn, he is fine looking. As much as her libido was tempted, he had to be a saddle tramp, obviously used to getting his way with women and she’d seen his home. Hooking up with this guy would be a big mistake and she could lose her job. Not even fifteen minutes of the stud muffin on the bed would be worth that. She wasn’t blowing the only employment she could find. With her past, no one but Dale would hire her.

  “Where else do you hurt? I saw the knee. I’m definitely not helping you out with your…” She glanced at his erection. “So, are you hurt anywhere else?”

  “My cock. My love stick. The joy toy. You can say it, baby.”

  “The name is Brit and if you keep it up, you can call me Miss Sheril.”

  “I can keep it up.” He chuckled. “It’s keeping it down that is the problem when someone as nice-looking as you is standing at the foot of my bed.”

  “You’re a pig.”

  “Want to get dirty with me?” The insult amused him. “Oink, oink.”

  Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Look, Mr. Wind, I came here because Dale is worried about you. I’m not here for any other reason. He thought you were injured. If you don’t want me to help you out with that knee or any other injures you’ve sustained then I’m out of here.”

  “The only way you can help me out is by taking your clothes off.”

  “I tried but some people are just too stupid to take what is offered. Have a nice day and keep the ice on the knee. If you change your mind, give Dale a call. He’ll send out someone else to help you.” She turned and walked out of his room.

  “Brit?”

  She stopped, slowly turning around as he sat up. His beautiful brown eyes locked with hers. “I’ll behave and I am in pain. My shoulder is screwed up too.”

  She took a step toward him, her gaze scanning his naked body and cringed at how much she wanted him. He had the best body she’d ever seen and that generous hard-on was definitely the biggest she’d ever seen. Brit was losing her mind. If she had a brain she’d flee. The sexy guy was trouble.

  He smiled as she walked back into his room. She turned toward the closet and jerked it open to stare at his clothes. He owned a lot of jeans, a few jeans jackets, and enough flannel to make a few sets of sheets for his big bed.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Some shorts.”

  “You want to get out of your jeans?” He chuckled. “You don’t need any clothes.”

  She bit back a curse, reaching down to the drawers.

  “The condoms are on the top to the left. Just lift the briefs.”

  She jerked open the drawer on the top and grabbed a pair of navy boxer briefs. She slammed the door shut, turned, and hit his chest with the underwear. He grabbed at them, a large, tan hand closing over the small piece of material.

  “Put those on if you want me to stay. I refuse to continue this conversation with you naked. Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to