Prepared To Fall Excerpt © E.J. Shortall 2016

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“So, what are we doing today? Cardio? Weights? ” He started walking towards the locker rooms to change. A small jolt of anticipation raced through me imagining him all hot and sweaty, his arms bulging from the exertion of pushing weights. I bit down on my lip trailing my gaze down his muscular back to his firm arse. God, he had a fine backside.
He stopped suddenly and turned sharply causing me to stumble into him. His hands came up quickly and grabbed my arms, holding me firmly and preventing me from an embarrassing and ungainly arse plant on the floor.
“I think I might start swimming again,” he said, his eyes raking over my body.
Good God. The thought of his already athletic body showcased in a pair of speedo’s, with droplets of water dribbling down his lightly tanned chest had my pulse racing and my tongue begging to reach out for a taste.
It was difficult to decide which visual was better—Adam in swimwear, water droplets trickling down his body, raking a hand through his wet hair. Adam in workout gear, sweaty with muscles bulging and veins popping, and his sounds of exertion... Oh God. Or Adam in one of his hotter than sin suits.
“Are you okay, Cass? You’ve gone a bit pale.” A large palm pressed against my cheek and forehead. “You feel a bit clammy.” The hand moved to my neck. “And your pulse is racing.”
Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet, engulfed in strong arms as Adam carried me toward the private staff area.
Yanking myself from x-rated visions of Adam’s aquatic and other adventures, I shrieked, locking my hands behind his neck.
“What are you doing? I’m fine you nut. Put me down.” I laughed twisting my fingers into the overlong strands of his honey-blonde hair.
“I thought you were ill,” he muttered sliding me down his body, my feet still dangling off the floor. Our faces were now only inches apart, intimately close.
Stormy blue eyes met brown and held, the magnetism between them firm, unyielding. Under my touch his shoulders lifted and fell, his lungs sucking in a deep shuddering breath. A large knot of emotion lodged in my throat when I tried to swallow. For the longest moment, we stood mute, our eyes and the deafening silence communicating a barrage of thoughts and questions.
He shifted me in his arms, the movement jostling my chest against his. A shiver of need misted over my bared flesh as goose bumps, my nipples tightening beneath the cotton of my sports bra.
God, what was I doing? I shouldn't be lusting after Adam. He was my friend.
I untangled myself from his hold and dropped my feet to the floor. I took two steps back. “I’m fine,” I mumbled forcing myself to appear unaffected and meet his gaze.
Blinking several times, Adam took a moment to come back from the haze of whatever weird cosmic connection it was we’d just shared. A brief shake of his head and a swipe of fingers through his hair, he too took a step back further breaking the invisible threads that had been pulling us together.

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