When she woke, it was dark
out. She was surrounded by heat and didn’t want to move. A
man’s hands were underneath her shirt, spanning her waist.
Callused skin teased hers. She bit back a whimper as she
sorted out whose touch was creating such havoc in her
She jerked her lids open and
found her sexy stranger lying there, staring at her, those
grey eyes darker even than the first time she’d seen them.
Her gut clenched with pure, raw craving.
“Hi,” she muttered.
His hands flexed on her,
sending more impulses of electricity through her to pool at
her core. He didn’t speak right away, just stared. The
intensity such she nearly squirmed from the power.
His voice was deep and
rasped, remnants of his being sick and probably just because
he was graced with a sexy as sin voice, created for getting
the panties off women.
“Me.” She blinked. Wasn’t
sure he did. “Since we’ve established that, who are you?”
At her back one of the dogs
shifted and she was content she was safe. Safer than she
probably realized because he didn’t strike her as the man
who would hurt her. Not with how protective he’d sounded
earlier when he had asked if she was in danger.
She cocked a brow. “Please
don’t tell me your last name is Smith.”
A quirk of his bow shaped
lips was his only reaction. “No. Mattheson.” He inched
closer, a minute distance really but given her visceral
response to him, it was monumental.
“Okay then, John Mattheson,
what the f*** were you doing in that river and why are you
Those eyes of his turned to
molten steel. “Usually if I’m naked in bed with a woman,
she’s well aware as to why I’m naked.”
“Slow down there, cowboy, I
don’t think you’re well enough to ride this. I was talking
about you being naked in that freezing water. And the burn
marks and other wounds I took care of for you.”
A change came over him, like
the memories were streaming in without a damn to slow them.
His gaze hardened and she saw how capable of a fighter he