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Excerpt:
She
crawled up onto the bed to get to his left leg. She lifted it as
she had done to his right, bending and straightening his muscular
limb. "You know, if you don't keep exercising, you're going to lose
all this muscle."
"I know.
I had a therapist down in Boston. But he was too annoying for words.
I was really glad to get away from him."
"But
he helped you keep in shape over the last few months."
"I guess
he did a little for me. But he was just in it for the money. He
was on salary, but my father told him there was a bonus in it for
him, if he made any real progress with me. Have you got something
like that going with my old man?"
"No.
I'm just supposed to be here. I get paid whether I get results or
not. So I guess I could just kick back and not do anything, let
you wallow in your self-pity all summer. But I'm not going to."
Lauren
looked into his eyes. She could see that he was trying to make up
his mind about here, whether she could be trusted or not. Then he
reached for her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down
on top of him. In an instant his lips were clamped over hers, his
tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. She didn't struggle, just
allowed him to kiss her. Then his hand dropped lower, tracing a
path along her curves. She could feel his maleness pressing against
her, knew he was as hungry for physical contact as she was.
Her
head was spinning as he released his hold on her. He didn't speak,
just continued to stare at her. She knew her cheeks were flushed.
He smiled, seeming pleased with himself.
"See,
some parts still work."
She
crawled off the bed. "I think we've done enough exercising for today.
I'll see you at dinner."
She
couldn't face him, couldn't bear to look into those intense eyes.
It was like he could see right through her, knew her every thought,
every emotion. It was too unsettling. She ran from his room, her
feelings suddenly overwhelming.
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