An ex-navy seal turned mercenary. A kidnap victim with enough curves to tempt a saint. Clint goes in to rescue Sarah but soon finds he needs rescuing from her!


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She froze. “Clint?”

“What?”

“There couldn’t be any snakes in this water, could there?” Her skin was already crawling with the thought. Snakes rated right at the top of her list of things she was definitely afraid of.

“Why? Do you see any?” He turned from the muddy bank he’d just stepped on, his harsh tone implying it was a definite possibility. “All I need is for you to get bitten by a snake.”

“Damn you!” Sarah’s heart began to race, certain now that she’d seen one slithering in the water. Not thinking about the consequences, she took off in a panic-stricken run, slipping and sliding all over the place. There was nothing graceful about her movements. Getting as far away from the serpent as fast as she could was uppermost on her mind.

Clint didn’t have to worry about her getting snake bit, she was going to slip and fall and break her neck first. As she stepped onto the muddy, slimy bank, her leg shot out from under her, propelling her right into him. His arms came out to catch her, the force of her fall catching him off guard. Suddenly they were both crashing to the ground. He hit it with a grunt, his body cushioning the fall for her.

For the second time that day Sarah was sprawled on top of him She began to wiggle like an eel out of water.

“Just what the hell are you doing?” Clint’s hands went to her waist as if to push her off. “Stop your damn wiggling,” he groaned.

Sarah ignored the deceptive calm in his voice. Too busy making sure she wasn’t lying in any of the sludge surrounding them, which meant remaining on top of him. She couldn’t help noticing everything about him was as hard as granite. “I don’t want to get mud on me. Or snakes, or bugs, or anything else equally horrible,” she explained. Surely he understood that.

“You don’t…” His hard tone was filled with disbelief. “Are you for real? You expect to trek for three days across an island and come out smelling like roses?” His snort reminded her of an angry bull. “Not likely, angel.”

In one swift movement Clint reversed their positions, putting Sarah on the bottom with him on top. “You’re going to get more than a little mud on you.” She cried in outrage but he ignored her, grinding his body into hers. “I want to make sure you’re as covered with mud as I am.”

Clint took hold of both her wrists in one hand, and using his other grabbed up fistfuls of mud. He ran it beneath her collar and at the opening at her waist where her shirt rode up. The more his weight bore her into the ground, the more it filled every nook and cranny.

Sarah felt every masculine inch against her. “Damn you!” Struggling against him was useless. “Get off me!” She arched her body in an effort to throw him off. He thrust against her to keep her in place. “You’ve proved your point, I’m dirty enough!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Clint pinned both her arms on either side of her head, making sure they were flat upon the muddy ground. He smiled down at her like a hungry wolf.

“They say mud is good for the skin,” he commented outrageously. “Maybe I should strip you so all of you can benefit from the free spa treatment.” He grinned.

“You do and it will be the last thing you ever do!” Sarah promised, her voice tight. “Short of killing you, there are a number of ways I can think of to get even. Now get off me!”

On top of those thoughts, she was also wrestling with her own emotions. She couldn’t believe he was actually turning her on. Feelings left dormant were surfacing at a frightening speed, making her aware of her long-term celibacy. Feeling Clint’s hardness jump against her, she unwillingly closed her eyes for just a moment, savoring the heady experience, thankful he couldn’t possibly know what she was doing.

He suddenly raised himself off her body. She slapped at the hand he offered, getting angrily to her feet on her own steam. She didn’t bother trying to brush the mud off the back of her clothes this time, knowing they would have to dry first.

“I hope you’re satisfied.” She couldn’t control the biting edge of her words any more than she could control the overwhelming urge to slap his arrogant face.

“If you think I’m satisfied you have a lot to learn about men.” With that parting shot, Clint turned and started walking.

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