"Excuse me." Lauren felt a warm, hand grasp her shoulder.
She looked up at six feet of bald, hunky Dane and jumped
half out of her skin. Her feet missed the machine belt and
she tripped. His arms wrapped around her pulling her onto
the carpet in one sweep.
Yanking her headphones off, she stuttered an apology. His
hands still hugged her waist. Lauren sucked in her stomach
automatically. He felt so hard and warm against her. Damn
why hadn't she kept her eyes on the door?
"I'm
sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Your towel fell and I
was worried you'd trip over it."
She
took a deep breath and looked directly at the wide expanse
of his chest.
He
spread his fingers then, resting them just under the curve
of her breasts.
"Thanks so much." Her heart felt like it was going to burst,
it was beating so fast. Shit, this man was a workout in
itself. "And... Well, I tripped anyway," she answered. But
still she didn't move out of his grasp.
His
lips curved in a small smile. "You're staying late again
tonight?"
Lauren
almost choked on her spit. " Umm, I guess that depends how
quick I shower."
"Take
your time." He moved his right hand up slightly. His pointer
finger was almost touching her nipple. "I'm closing.
