“I hate to do
this, but I see no alternative.” Jordan took a deep breath and pushed him over,
rolling him like a barrel while trying to avoid cutting him on the sharp rocks.
It wasn't
“Come on!” She tried to encourage some life from his
limp body. Far enough away from the
waves, she leaned down to give him mouth to mouth, hoping to bring him around. His
long straight nose, eyes set wide with bushy eyebrows, and the grin on his
lips, even in his unconscious state, sent a ripple of excitement through her.
Not a handsome
man, but something about him stirred deep inside. Resisting the urge to run her
fingers through his curly black hair, she leaned down to his mouth. When her lips
touched his and opened them slightly, something familiar tugged on her heart.
She hadn't touched a man's mouth in, what, three years. This wasn't exactly the
way she imagined touching them again. Not that she ever imagined it. Never even
thought about it. She’d had enough of men to last her a lifetime.
“Good grief, Jordan, you’re supposed to save him, not
make out with him. What’s the matter with you?” The sound of her voice startled
her. She hadn't meant to speak out loud. Fortunately, he didn’t hear her. She
blew in his mouth again.
His chest heaved. He coughed, spluttered, spit water, and
opened his eyes.
His gray blue eyes sparked something in her, bringing
out emotions she hadn’t felt since long before Derek. Her stomach lurched. She
moved away, avoided his touch. He tried to sit up. Looked around.
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