Why had she insisted that Guy put her down? She’d felt so safe in his arms and her ankle really hurt, but being close to him had stirred up a hornet’s nest of passionate cravings that she wanted no part of.He offered his arm, but she pursed her lips and ignored the gesture. It was easier if she didn’t get that close to him. She tried to scare up a sense of control. She refused to allow one sexy, muscle-bound man to break through her resolve. Giving in to the powerful chemistry between them would mean great sex—followed by that awful loneliness. It had been two years since she’d succumbed to her carnal desires and gone home with a guy she’d just met. Two years since she’d woken up feeling like she needed a month-long shower to wash away the pathetic desperation.Guy seemed different, but her judgment was hardly spot on when it came to men. If he didn’t smell like heaven and resemble a Greek god he’d be a lot easier to resist. His legs looked almost as good in chinos as they had in shorts and the sleeves of his polo shirt only highlighted the thick muscles that roped his upper arms.
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