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She wiggled to change position, the cushion of her well-rounded ass finding the ridges of an incredibly hard set of abs. She trembled. Her heart raced. Just the thought of the man that could hold her upright made up for all her previous mishaps.

Within just a few seconds, Kyndel’s world turned on its axis.

The scenery blurred as she was effortlessly spun around and immediately found herself sitting atop the body of her rescuer, looking at faded denim covering extremely muscular thighs.

Laughing aloud, she asked herself, “Wonder what part I’ll see next?

The same muscled arm that had saved her face from certain demise now kept her upright.

She did a one-eighty, draped her legs over his thighs, with her knees barely touching the sidewalk, and got her first look at the top half of her rescuer.

All she could do was gape. He was absolutely the most handsome man she’d ever seen, with features that looked like they’d been carved by expert hands.

Even with his eyes closed, he gave off the distinctive air of authority.

The dim light highlighted his high cheekbones and aristocratic nose, adding to the power she felt radiating from his every pore.

His perfectly formed lips made visions of passionate kisses and hot sweaty nights dance through her brain.

It didn’t help that all he had on was a pair of well-worn blue jeans.

She imagined that denim riding low on his tapered hips when he stood, highlighting the incredibly sexy dimples that sat on the front of his hips. She absolutely knew without looking they were there, and that simple bit of knowledge made her temperature rise another degree, despite the cool breeze.

At the touch of her fingertips against the cool skin of his neck, an electric current arced between them.

Flashes of light burst before her eyes. She blinked to clear her vision, then felt for his pulse, strong and steady against her digit.

Heat rose from his skin, making her worry he might have a fever.

Her eyes wandered down his well-toned body.

She scoffed, unsuccessfully trying to convince herself she was only checking for further injury.

Who the hell do you think you’re fooling?

She continued her perusal, taking note of his massive shoulders and a chest that could’ve been sculpted from granite.

The light smattering of hair that glistened in the shards of light from the streetlamps emphasized his nipples, which were pebbled from the cool breeze. Her mouth watered and her pulse raced.

What the hell is it about this guy? Is he doused in pheromones? Or am I in heat?

Her eyes landed on the best set of abs she’d ever seen.

Unable, or maybe it was unwilling, to stop her hand, she traced the defined lines of his eight-pack, mesmerized by the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.

The electricity continued to flow between them.

The sound of a horn in the distance pulled her from her musing and brought her current situation into the glaring light of reality.

The sexy man that had kept her from breaking her face on the concrete was out cold, and she was paying him back by sitting on his lap and copping a feel.

She scrambled to her feet, surprised her rescuer hadn’t moved an inch during her less than graceful attempt to remove her butt from his lap. But there he lay, unmoving, except for the rise and fall of his chest. The longer he remained unconscious, the more panicked she became.

Looking up and down the street and cursing Grace for the hundredth time, Kyndel wished for her car.

First Aid class had taught her never to move an injured person unless you knew what was wrong.

Not that she could pick him up and carry him, anyway.

The dude was HUGE . At least six foot-three or four, and his muscles had muscles.

She prayed he hadn’t hit his head on the sidewalk.

A concussion could be really bad if not treated.

“You’re worried about a concussion now?” She scolded herself.

“You’ve been drooling over the guy while his head is lying on the cold, hard sidewalk.

Brilliant, Kyn, just brilliant.” Reaching for her satchel, she grabbed her old sorority sweatshirt from inside, wadded it up, and knelt forward to lift his head.

Her fingers tangled in his soft, brown hair. The scattered shards of light made it look like melted chocolate flowing over her skin.

Would it shine in the sun or maybe have highlights? Some lighter brown mixed with red, even a few blond streaks woven throughout?

The silky softness of his tresses turned to something wet and sticky.

Blood!

Kyndel gulped. Panic seized the breath in her lungs as the true severity of the situation smacked her in the face.

She fought to keep her calm. Now, there was absolutely no denying he needed medical attention.

Reaching into her bag and cursing herself for not thinking of it sooner, she dug around for her cellphone.

Coming up empty-handed, she instantly remembered plugging it into her car charger the night before, not giving it the slightest thought until that moment. Cursing and threatening death to anyone in the immediate vicinity, she sat back on her heels and thought.

All I know to do is run down the street for help.

Looking at the fallen man, then in the direction of the Mini Mart, she reasoned he’d probably be okay. She’d be gone five minutes… tops . Run in, use the phone, run back. It all seemed very logical, but fear something would happen to him in her absence kept her in place.

This guy was important to her. That alone had all her red flags flying and bells and whistles screaming in her brain.

She tried to push her feelings aside and look at the situation with logic, but that was like holding back a freight train with her pinky finger…

not gonna happen . Besides, her granny would most definitely haunt her and probably kick her butt if she turned her back on someone who needed help.

“No one’s gonna mess with this behemoth, even if he is unconscious,” she reassured herself. “He probably doesn’t have a wallet to steal anyway.”

Should she dig in his pockets to try to find one? Some kind of ID?

Nah.

She wasn’t keen on trying to explain her hand in his pants if he woke up. Her cheeks warmed at the thought of touching him again.

“What are you doing out at night in just a pair of jeans and bare feet, anyway?” she asked the unconscious man. “Guess it doesn’t matter. You need help, whether you’re dressed properly or not.”

Hooking her satchel over her shoulder, Kyndel stood and took one last look at her ‘patient’. Before she had barely moved an inch, a huge, warm hand latched onto her bare ankle.

“What the hell?” she screamed, trying to pull her leg free while looking down to see what new fresh hell had befallen her.

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