Читать книгу Her Irresistible Protector - Michelle Douglas - Страница 2

Mitch had a smile that could make a woman forget which way was up. A flicker of heat licked low in her belly.

She swallowed. Mitch could make a woman forget vows she’d made to herself—vows never to fall for him again, not to expose herself to his treachery.

Only he wasn’t being treacherous at the moment, was he? He was trying to give her a holiday.

They landed against the beach with a tiny bump and scrape. Mitch vaulted lightly out and she barely noticed the rocking from side to side because he steadied them again so quickly.

He reached out to take her hand. “Keep your shoes on. The shells are sharp.”

She gritted her teeth and put her hand in his. “Thank you.” Her voice came out breathy.

He let go of her and she had to lock her knees to stay upright. She glanced around, forced herself to feign interest in her surroundings rather than the man beside her.

“It’d be possible to hide away from the world here.”

She had a sudden vision of a thick blanket spread on the smoother ground beyond the shells, a bottle of champagne, strawberries … and a naked man. The vision of her and Mitch together hit her hard and hot. She shot a look at him from beneath heavy eyelids—took in his wide shoulders, the depth of his chest and those rippling biceps.

He’d be sheer heaven to touch.