| Jillian skirted the edge of the couch, looked down and saw the most gorgeous naked male back she’d ever seen. Startled, she slapped a hand over her mouth and jumped backward.
Her gaze focused on every minute detail. The tanned spine disappeared into the waistband of a pair of black briefs barely covering a firm gorgeous ass. The delineation of his taut musculature, the slope of the small of his back, the masculine thickness of his thighs all served to shove her libido into hyperdrive.
Mutt, her dog, growled low in his throat, pricked up his ears and cocked his head.
The guy snored, oblivious to the fact he had company.
Jillian’s gaze tracked from the exquisite butt, up the curve of the small of his back, to his broad shoulders that barely fit on the couch, to the shaggy thatch of wheat colored hair sticking out all over his head and back down again. His muscular calves were tangled in a blue quilt and a pillow without a case lay on the floor beside the couch.
That was some kind of body.
A skitter of excitement ran through her. Once upon a time she wouldn’t have minded waking up to find a backside like that in her bed. But since Alex, she’d sworn off men. The creatures did nothing but cause misery and heartache.
She didn’t know what to do. If he was a vagrant she should call the police and have him evicted. If he’d rented the place, then she needed to wake him and tell him about Blake dying and leaving her the house.
Either way, he had to go.
But how to arouse him? If she tapped him on the shoulder he was sure to turn over and she really didn’t want to see what was on the flipside.
Or did she?
Mutt was still growling at the guy in a low menacing tone she’d never heard the dog use.
Jillian cleared her throat. Loudly.
Nothing.
Apparently, the interloper could sleep through an avalanche.
Okay, she was going to try the tapping on the shoulder thing. But first, she had to cover him up so she would stop staring at him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, dropped her purse on the floor and tiptoed toward the couch.
She leaned over, going for the red and white afghan, intent on tossing it over him, when a strong hand reached up and grabbed her wrist.
Jillian shrieked.
He had a vise grip like the Incredible Hulk.
In one fluid motion, he rolled off the couch onto the floor, taking Jillian with him. He made a guttural noise as his butt smacked against the rug.
The red afghan had fallen over Jillian’s head and she couldn’t see a thing. All she could do was feel. Everything about him was hard. His grip, his chest, his thigh, and his…his…oh, God. | 
