“Okay, Ms. Scott, show me what you’ve got.” Assuming the ready position, Nate held his hand before him, slapping it open and shut, giving her a curt signal to come at him and attack. “No problem, sir.” Rising to the challenge, she warily crept toward him and they began circling each other. She managed to get in a few darn good kicks, parries, blocks and what she thought were a couple of convincingly threatening shouts, not to mention an impressive defensive roll before he knocked her flat on her butt. Special Agent West pinned her to the floor, once again, straddling her prone body. For a moment, Aubrey couldn’t catch her breath, initially from the jolt of being knocked to the ground, but then because of the weight and heat of Nate on the middle of her body and her body’s lightning fast and traitorous response. His blue eyes pierced her, reminding her of a white tiger’s eyes every bit the predator stalking his prey, and she guessed that made her the gazelle at the watering hole. Like prey stunned into paralysis, she stared at him immobilized with a wide-eyed, fixed gaze. He vaulted up and reached down to give her a hand. The force of his tug to pull her up propelled her forward and she fell hard against him. He caught her in his arms. She gulped audibly, looking up into his face, her body once again pressed against his. She found herself unable to catch her breath as she felt hard evidence that told her his body was responding to hers in a big way as well. “If you keep throwing yourself at me like this,” Nate said in a guttural purr, his hot breath mingling with hers, “I’m going to think you want my body and—” his smile was wicked with promise as he moved his mouth closer to her ear, “I’m going to give it to you.”