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    Another massive thud, two, and the infected sped off, screaming. Presumably he’d seen another victim.
    Sophie let out her breath in a rush. The danger was over. She shuddered. It had been such a close call. When she’d pulled Jon in, the infected monster was reaching out and had almost touched his shoulder. The man who was lying on top of her was heavy with muscle, visibly strong, but infecteds didn’t fight fairly. One bite and Jon would be gone.
    So he was here on top of her by a split second miracle.
    Breathing and alive .
    All those hours staring out the window at the world ending, wondering where Jon could be—and here he was.
    A living, breathing ray of hope in a world where hope had fled.
    She could feel her body pulse with hope, could feel the blood rushing to her face.
    â€œJon,” she breathed, tears springing to her eyes. “You made it!” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder to hide the tears.
    It was no time for tears. Tears were weakness and weakness killed.
    His body was stiff for a second, the tension of battle. The tension left him in a rush. He relaxed and hugged her back.
    The world was burning outside her door, but inside her apartment, right now, for just a second, there was life and hope as she and Jon desperately held on to each other.
    Oh God. He was so big, so strong—the strongest man she’d ever touched, ever seen. She was touching something hard, resistant. It was only when he tapped something on his forearm and hard panels fell away with a thunk that she realized she had been feeling body armor.
    But—even after the body armor fell away—he was still seemingly just as hard. Muscles, thick and unyielding; her arms wouldn’t meet around his enormously broad shoulders. He was wearing some kind of slick flight suit, and it did nothing to hide what he had underneath. Every inch of him was huge, hard as steel.
    Something else was huge and hard too.
    He’d fallen backward, but must have flipped in midair onto her. In the twisting, turning movements, somehow she’d opened her legs, and now he was lying on her in the most intimate fashion possible. Mouth to mouth, breasts to chest, hip to hip. If they hadn’t had clothes on, they’d be making love . . . because he had the biggest erection she’d ever felt.
    He was so heavy. She had to work to inflate her lungs, bringing her breasts even closer to his chest—and it had an immediate effect on him. His penis moved, and somehow lengthened further and became harder.
    From her breathing in.
    Oh God.
    She breathed out heavily, mouth against his ear, and that made him lengthen another bit. It would seem impossible, but there it was. Between them, his penis surged with every movement she made.
    Usually, a man’s penis rising signaled pleasure, but there was no trace of that in his face when he lifted his head from her shoulder. If anything, his expression was grim, harsh, pale blue eyes blazing into hers. He moved, and big callused hands cupped the sides of her face.
    It was as if he were two people. A big man grimly frowning, and a happy penis ready for action.
    â€œAre you okay? Did I hurt you?” His voice was so deep she could swear she heard it in her diaphragm.
    Was she hurt? Yes. No. Maybe.
    Sophie was so transfixed by him, she had to actually think about it. Take stock. She wriggled fingers and toes. No damage to her extremities. So probably no nerve damage. It was hard to breathe, true, but then she had a huge man lying right on top of her. No pain anywhere, though it was hard to tell because she was so mesmerized by the man whose nose was half an inch from hers.
    She’d probably have to have a compound fracture to register pain over the fascination he held for her.
    He was beautiful. That was the only word for it, yet it was the wrong word.
    Beautiful because his features were pure Nordic-god