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stretched taunt over powerful thigh muscles. Her belly quivered. He was gazing toward where the mountain forest met the rough.
    She hit a bump and was about to switch her glance back to the path in front of her, but he turned his head and caught her stare. His gaze dipped to her chest before meeting hers again, a slow smile widening his lips. Did he just lick his lips? His simmering gaze transfixed Lexie. Normally, she would be annoyed if a guy looked at her boobs, but not this time. Did he feel the same sexual energy she did? Heat bloomed between her thighs and her nipples tightened.
    Holy shit! Would she be able to get through this lesson without jumping him? She took a deep breath, smiled and switched her gaze to the path, trying to forget this delectable hunk of man sitting next to her and how brazenly he’d looked at her—how badly she wanted to fuck him.
    They still had a bit of a drive down the cart path to get to the back eighteen. The front had a tournament and their fourth lesson was to take him on to the course. The first ones had been all about short game and driving. Now he needed to get the feel of the tee-blocks, fairway and greens.
    God, how she wanted to get the feel of him while out here.
    Get a grip, Lexie. He’s a student.
    She bit her lower lip and tried not to let her thoughts go to the erotic, but she feared it was way too late for that. Another quick glance at him, and damn if he wasn’t looking at her. He laid his arm along the back of their seats. Under her pale peach golf shirt, the flesh between her shoulders rippled, anticipating his touch. Would he run his fingers down her spine or up to her neck and into her hair? She felt the presence of his hand at her back as clearly as if he touched her. She willed him to and was disappointed when he didn’t.
    The sun went behind a cloud, and she glanced up. Doppler had shown a chance of rain or thunderstorms. Wouldn’t that be great—a crashing storm during the lesson would really screw things up.
    “It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” His words startled her, but oh how she loved to hear him speak.
    Keep talking, cowboy. “Yes, it is.”
    “Have you been west before?”
    The magic of his voice cast some kind of sexual spell over her until she could barely think straight, let alone form cohesive words. “Ah, no.” Lexie concentrated on her driving and her words, which seemed to vanish on her tongue. “First time.”
    “What brought you out here?”
    “Fluke, really. They offered me a position and I was ready for a change.”
    “Lucky me.”
    She glanced at him to see if he was teasing and nearly swallowed her tongue. His dark gaze bored into her. Her intuition screamed he would be receptive if she just said the word.
    Word.
    “Well, I hope you are getting something out of your lessons.” That wasn’t what she wanted to say at all.
    Gah! How inane . She looked back at the path. She wanted to keep gazing at him and lose herself in the heavy-lidded, big brown eyes. A wave of heat flushed through her and nearly melted her into a puddle of passion.
    “I have been. Thanks.” He paused for what seemed like an eternity. “You’re a very good teacher, and I hope there’s a lot more in your lesson book.”
    Desire flared between her thighs and rushed in flames up her spine to settle with aching need in her breasts. Holy shit, he was smooth talking her into distraction. Focus, girl, focus . What the hell could she say that wouldn’t sound stupid? “I’m sure there’s lots more I can teach you.”
    Eeesh! She briefly closed her eyes. How could something so dumb come out of her mouth?
    “I bet there is.”
    “Uhm, we’re almost there.” Jay hadn’t seemed to mind when she’d explained they’d start at the tenth hole. It was farthest away from the hubbub of the tourney. He’d simply smiled and assured her in his quiet, syrupy voice, not to worry.
    “Take your time. I’m enjoying the scenery.” His drawl slipped like hot honey