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of me on the handrail. Boxed in by his massive, half-naked body, I gulped. The amount of body heat pulsing off of him stunned me. He lowered his face until we were breathing each other's air. "Not when it comes to a woman as special as you."
    Me? Special? For a moment, I considered this was part of his game, but then I realized he was dead serious. He really thought I was something special.
    My belly trembled as his mouth descended toward mine. Heart racing with anticipation, I held my breath and waited for the touch of his lips. At the last second, he diverted his landing and playfully pecked my cheek. Even though it wasn't the kiss I wanted, I still felt an electric jolt of contact.
    He must have seen the slight disappointment in my eyes because he smiled sweetly and dragged his finger along my jaw. "I'm going to head outside and shut off your water. If you'll put a broom and dustpan near the door, I'll clean up that mess."
    "I'll do it."
    Sergei shook his head. "I made the mess. It's my responsibility."
    He backed away from me. Immediately I missed his closeness and wanted him back. As I watched him head downstairs and out the door he had demolished with those tree trunk legs of his, I finally understood that Sergei was much more dangerous to me than I had ever imagined.
    I'd finally gotten a taste of how sweet and gentle and protective he could be—and already I wanted more.
    * * *
    Grunting, Sergei reopened the water valve to the house and swiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. The stifling, muggy May heat made the simple tasks he'd undertaken seem to last ten times as long. Wondering why he hadn't immigrated some place cool and dry, he replaced the heavy metal cover protecting the shutoff valve and trudged back to the porch.
    He used the kitchen towel he'd draped over the railing to clean off the mucky sticking to his toes and the soles of his feet before entering the house. Once inside Bianca's home, he surveyed the quick fix he'd done on her front door. He had found some extra lumber in one of the bedrooms she had turned into a workspace and had used it to patch up the splintered door. The lock was a lost cause so he nailed a board into place to keep the door shut for the night.
    "All done?"
    "Almost," Sergei replied and checked the board to make sure it would hold. When he turned to face her, a streak of heat raced through his stomach. His dick throbbed at the sexy vision before him. Clad in a silk robe, Bianca leaned against the doorway between the living area and the entryway. Her bare legs peeked out from beneath the modest hem to tease him. The thought of pushing her up against the closest wall and kissing his way from the very tips of her toes to the hidden vee between her thighs hit him hard.
    She held out an ice cold beer. "I thought you could use this."
    Surprised by the offer, Sergei accepted the chilled longneck and took a slow drink. The flavor of it pleased him and he glanced at the label. "This is good. It's not a brand I recognize."
    "A friend of mine runs a microbrewery attached to his restaurant. I'm not normally a beer drinker but I'll sip one of his any day."
    He hated that the mere mention of a male friend sent darts of irrational jealousy right through him. He had no right to feel that way. Bianca wasn't his. She was free to date any man she wanted, but that didn't make it easy to stomach the thought.
    After another drink, he gestured upstairs. "I'm going to check the shower."
    "Okay." She didn't make a move to follow him. Was she afraid to be close to him?
    Heading back upstairs, he made a mental list of all the things he needed to pick up at the hardware store. He was relieved to find the shower turned on and off without issue. As he replaced the shower curtain and put the rod back into place, he studied the poorly done tile. It would all have to be ripped out. In fact, the tub and shower surround needed to go too.
    Leaning back against the counter, he scanned the bathroom and