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back there,” he said. “But I did go past a…, well it’s better to be safe then to stick around and find out there is a gator hanging about.”
    His thumb gently stroked her back and she suppressed an urge to sink back into his shoulder. He was making her feel good. Too good. Plus he’s obviously seen something and decided not to embarrass her with it. If he told her that she had run away screaming from a chipmunk, she’d have hopped from his arms and gone full business-only on him. Either politeness came naturally to him, or he held back to flatter her and make a score. It bothered her that the latter was more likely and she didn’t care.
    “I’m glad I moved quick enough to catch you. It’d been a nasty fall if I hadn’t,” he said, then he stepped back to kick some protruding tree branches in the ground.
    She made a quick look down and winced. Tree branches stuck up from the ground at awkward angles. If she had hit one, it could have broken her back. At the very least, he saved her from some major bruising. She considered the difficulties in getting any type of ambulance to this location, and one hand around his neck started weaving her fingers into his hair. He tensed and relaxed, and then she realized what she was doing and pulled her hands away from his neck until they rested between her chest and his.
    “Is your name Erica?” he asked.
    She nodded her head and marveled how he made the simple act of asking her name sound sexy. The rise and fall of his chest moved against her breasts, hardening her nipples. Her breasts sensitivity increased with each exhale, and she knew that if she didn’t get away from him, she’d do something she’d regret in the morning. This man, whatever drug he was, tempted her like no other.
    She pushed her hands against his chest in a signal to let her go. The beat of his heart felt good through his shirt and a tremble tore through her. “You should probably put me down. I must be heavy,” she said. She didn’t believe a word of it. Except for the moment when he caught her, he hadn’t so much as flinched under the task of holding her weight. Gary and any other man she had ever been with would have collapsed by now under the strain, but she could sense the strength in his arms.
    He adjusted his hold on her slightly. His muscles tensed and flexed underneath her as he dipped her feet toward the ground and gently let her down. She leaned back into his grip as her feet found their footing. Her body craved every second of his touch. His hand slid from her leg to her back before he took it off her. However rough he seemed, she noted that he didn’t take the opportunity to get a quick squeeze of her ass when his hand passed over. Another man might have copped a feel, but he had treated her with respect, and it impressed her.
    She needed to gain control of herself around him before she started asking him if he had a girlfriend or was married. Her time with him meant work. A job needed to be done and that didn’t include romance. Besides what would any man, with such intense sex appeal, want with a girl like her? Local women probably beat their way to his door for dates.
    Why wouldn’t they? She knew from his ability to catch and hold her that he was built. But now that she could look at him face to face, she realized how much she underestimated him. His rugged face could go on any ad and have the women fawning. The muscles in his corded arms and legs matched any Olympian. Only the dirt on his shirt seemed out of place.
    Then she looked down at herself. “My new clothes,” she gasped. Dirt, sap, and moss stained her outfit. She held up her hands and saw the same.
    Her checks flushed. “I’m so sorry. This has never happened before. I got your clothes messy.” She tried to brush some of the dirt off his shirt and wondered if she intended to help him get cleaner or if she just wanted to touch him again.
    He laughed deeper this time and the bass rumbled around in her chest. She