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have something to take her mind off him, even if only for a moment, Lexie turned and positioned her tee in the turf. She addressed the ball. This hole was a fairly easy drive and under normal circumstances she would have no trouble getting it close to the green. The sign at her back cast a distracting shadow on the grass in front of her. Knowing Jay stood behind her was a greater distraction. A sheen of perspiration broke out on her brow.
    The scent of mountain pine blew past her on the breeze, mingling with the scent of him. Suddenly she couldn’t care less about the ball, her driver or the yardage. All she wanted was to bury her face in his powerful neck and feel his corded, muscled arms hold her tight.
    “Something wrong?” he asked.
    She shook her head. I’m a pro goddamn it. I don’t get flustered. But she was and took a breath. She had to hit this ball better than she ever had before. Normally she could tune out everything around her, she was unable to accomplish it entirely now.
    She took another deep breath and focused. Tick tock. She mouthed the phrase her coach from long ago ingrained into her. A way of keeping her tempo. With her eye on the ball, Lexie began her back swing and then brought the club down. The head connected perfectly. She smiled during the follow through. The ping told her she’d hit the sweet spot dead on, and the ball was gone.
    Jay whistled. “Whew, very nice.”
    “Thanks.” Lexie bent and retrieved her tee. What a fucking relief to hit a good one when she was all atremble with nerves and turned on. “Your turn, cowboy.”
    She cringed. Did I really just call him cowboy? Holy God. How cheesy.
    He stepped up to the block just as she passed him and their gazes locked. Did he hesitate a brief moment? Lexie’s mouth went dry and she suppressed the urge to lick her lips. What if she did? Would he reach out for her?
    Lexie’s toe caught on the grass and she stumbled. Jay’s arms snaked out and caught her around the waist. She dropped her club and the tee went flying as she tried to regain her balance. She curled her fingers into the solidity of his forearms, gripping for purchase.
    “Easy there, darlin’.”
    He pulled her against his chest and time screeched to a halt. Gone was the song of the birds in the trees, and the whisper of the mountain breeze through the forest had faded into silence. Her vision darkened and narrowed until all she saw was him, and she hung in his arms. As if they were magnetized, she was drawn to him until her breasts pressed against the iron-hard planes of his chest. It wasn’t normal, this reaction, and it intrigued her. What was so special about this man that he succeeded in getting her in such a dither?
    “Ah, thanks.” But she didn’t move out of the circle of his arms. Lexie ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders then hesitated close to hooking her fingers around his neck. His power was so wonderfully intoxicating she craved more.
    “All right now?”
    She nodded and reluctantly let him go. He ran his fingers around her sides, igniting her until she simmered, fantasizing about him possessing and taking her. Her knees wavered as she imagined him filling her, and she longed for him like nothing before.
    “Okay, then.” Lexie dropped her gaze to the grass and ran her fingers along the back of her neck. Exactly where he had touched her moments before. She cleared her throat and pointed to the tee block. “Set your tee then and let me see what you’ve got.”
    She shook her head to clear her addled brain. Focus girl. You’re his coach for crying out loud. They’d done some driving on the range and the first sessions she’d taught short game. He had picked it all up quite easily, and she’d been impressed with his progress. She almost wondered if he had played before, and wasn’t quite sure what to expect of him now.
    She’d never asked him though. He’d said he was interested in tips from a pro. Who was she to question if he had played