Overhead, Bridger yanked off his shirt, thoroughly distracting her from the shock of the fall. Shirtless, he was a delectable sight to behold. Tan and strong from years of sun and surf, the well-formed muscles of his torso rippled when he moved, drawing her eye south to the trail of dark hair leading straight to sin.
She couldn’t get there fast enough.
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