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think so, but you’ve got him beat all to hell…” her voice was almost too low for him to catch her words. When he blinked at her face, she was blushing like crazy. A surge of blood enlarged his cock to beyond painful, and just when he figured he’d definitely heard her wrong, she rose to her knees on the mattress and caught his face between her hands, pulling him in for a kiss that about singed his fucking socks off.
    Soft, sweet lips brushed his, then pressed more firmly, opening as he dragged her closer and returned the kiss, his tongue parting her lips as he groaned. She sucked his tongue into her mouth gently, sending his pulses into a tailspin. For one long, heart pounding moment, he thought he was dreaming. As she drew back, breathless and pink-cheeked, she whispered huskily, “Thank you for everything, mister. You’re my knight in shining armor…you’re a very special man.”
    He was staring numbly into her amber eyes as she rose from the mattress and reached for her still damp clothes. His body was locked in disbelief. Part of him wanted to grab her and strip her…and another part of him wanted to hold her close and just feel the warmth of her quiet heart.
    He watched, numb, as she simply turned her back and tugged off her borrowed shirt and shorts, and pulled on her own things, a shiver going through her as the chill of the damp clothes hit her skin. Then she turned and neatly folded his stuff. “I hope you don’t mind if I keep the socks. They feel great, and mine are still wet.”
    He was still breathing hard from the brief flash of her pale skin bared to his wide eyes. The sweet rounded curve of buttocks. The slender dip of her waist. The delicious curve of her spine. He could see her ribs, she was so damn thin, but everything else fit beautifully. He barely managed to shut his mouth before he began to drool.
    Holy mother of God…
    He was about to say something when the bathroom door opened, and Curly sauntered out, in tight jeans and a concert T-shirt that hugged every damp inch of his chest and ripped abs. The man let his eyes slip over their guest, and let them linger over the damp shirt that didn’t conceal her stiffened nipples. “Well, hello…aren’t you goin' to introduce us, Flint?”
     
    Lily stared back at the handsome, blatantly sexy male whose eyes caught and held on her breasts. So, her knight’s name was Flint? It suited him. From his hard body to his hard…cock. Was the man ever soft?
    She was about to make a scathing comment, when a pair of long, warm arms slipped around her, and casually concealed her breasts from the blond’s view. She tried to remain totally calm, but felt warmth filling her cheeks. Flint’s deep voice came from next to her temple. “Curley, this is…Susan. She’ll be riding along with us for a bit. And I’d suggest you keep your eyes at a respectful level. She damn near poked mine out last night, and I can verify she means business.”
    The big man laughed shortly and lifted his gaze to hers. “Sorry, love. It’s just a bad habit.”
    Lily didn’t say a word when Flint stated she’d be riding along for a bit. Maybe he planned to drop her off at the bus station? Unable to speak at that moment, she simply leaned back into his hard chest, and wrapped her own arms over his, squeezing his strong forearms.
    When Curley’s eyes moved away from her, Flint did the oddest thing. He pressed his lips against the side of her cheek and kissed her gently, then nipped her ear as he slowly unwound his arms. She shot a startled look up into his face and caught a half-grin that sent every damn corpuscle in her body racing on a collision course to her throbbing pussy.
    Holy shit. Was she jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire here?
     
    The men had everything packed up quickly, and when she snagged her wet back pack from the bushes, Flint grabbed it out of her hands and tossed it unto the back of the big crew cab pickup that Curley had just pulled up in