Julianna Keyes

He__ wearing black boxer briefs that strain against his hips, and again I wonder why I never found men with muscles that sexy before. I mean, this man is pure physical perfection, and if he didn__ hate me so much, he__ be ideal.

We reach the trailer and Shane digs through the pockets of the cargo pants slung over his arm until he finds the key. He pushes open the door and waits for me to pass through. Maybe later I__l tell myself I should have thought long and hard about what I was going to do, that I should have counted to ten and waited until I regained my sanity before stepping over the threshold, evaluated the pros and cons like a thoughtful, rational adult. But I do no such thing. Shane__ eyes are on mine as I step out of my wet sneakers, drop my damp clothes in a ball on the porch, and walk inside. He follows right behind me, and even through my wet shirt I can feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. The man is a furnace. Every warning about playing with fire zings through my mind, but I dismiss them. I want this. I__ not playing games, and neither is Shane as he grips my shoulders and turns us so my back is to the door and he__ pressed up against me. He lowers his head so our eyes are inches apart and looks at me more closely and thoughtfully than anyone ever has. He__ checking to make sure I__ okay, that my expectations are in line with what today is about. And they are. Just once, we agreed. And that will be enough.

And then he asked me how I felt about you.__ow I put real effort into wrestling out of his choke hold, eventually succeeding. I pull back and stare at Shane, horrified. __e didn__.___e did._ His expression is carefully blank, dark eyes fathomless.__nd_you said___ said___hat you__e in awe of me?___h-huh.___hat you admire my work ethic?___ep.___nd envy my wicked sense of humor?___o.___y fabulous legs?___eh.___ou lie!