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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.”
    1“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