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The kiss was amazing. Every cell in his body was alive, the feel and taste of her was beyond hot, and Ross couldn’t figure out what in the hell was wrong with him. All his thoughts were centered on one thing, and it had nothing to do with getting home.
No, they were on this deceivingly delicate female who could kick his ass with a wave of her hand if she so desired. He had been doing everything in his power to irritate the hell out of her in an attempt to put up a wall between them, but the wall was made of a child’s clay instead of bricks, and now he was kissing her.
He decided right then and there that the few brain cells he had before he fell off his boat must have washed out of his ears. This was dangerous, and it was crazy. He was caught in some bizarre dream world on a heroic qu
