Swoon Thursday (53)

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The Rules of Swoon Thursday:

"From the book you are currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON.  What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.  Try to make the Swoon 140 characters so you can tweet it.  Add the #YABOUND hashtag when you tweet."

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Goodreads Summary:

He never wanted to be a hero…until she needed him to be.

Strength…
It took Kennedy Moore years to put her life back together after Reese Spencer shattered it. But she did. Now, years later, strong and independent, she is in pursuit of a single dream—to dance with the Altman American Dance Theater. Unfortunately, Kennedy is learning that a girl from nowhere with no money and no contacts might never be able to reach her goal. 

That is, until Reese reappears, offering a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Kennedy just can’t refuse. In exchange for working on his yacht for a few short weeks, he’ll get her an audition with the famous dance troupe. All Kennedy has to do is keep her head down, work hard and resist Reese. That sounds easy enough, right?

Weakness…
Reese doesn’t want to make it easy for Kennedy. Seeing her again has started a fire in his blood—an unwelcome one. It took him years to forget about her before, so this time he has a plan. It’s simple: Get Kennedy on his yacht, seduce her, get her out of his system, move on with his life. That sounds easy enough, right? 

But the one thing Reese didn’t plan for was Kennedy herself—a girl so strong yet so broken, she makes him want to rescue her, to take care of her. To save her. Even if he has to save her from himself

What Made Me Swoon:

"His grip tightens around my arms and he swings me around and plasters me up against the door as his body crashes into mine.  The action startles me, making me gasp.  Reese takes full advantage of my open mouth, covering it with his own.  The instant his tongue touches mine, I lose all ability to think straight.  All I can do is feel and taste and remember.  The onslaught is so unexpected, so familiar that it takes my senses by storm.  The taste of him hasn't changed.  The scent of him, that clean, manly smell, is still there under the hint of his expensive cologne.  And the feel of him...God help me, I've never been able to forget the way his body feels against mine.  Every hard plane, every rigid muscle is pressed into my soft flesh, warming it.  Exciting it.  Reese turns his head to the side, deepening the kiss as he slides his fingers down my arms to intertwine them with mine and raise our clasped hands above my head on the door.  He leans further into me, his erection digging into my belly.  My head is spinning dizzily as he lowers our hands then releases mine so that he can push my tux jacket from my shoulders.  His lips and tongue dazzle me as his fingers work the tiny buttons of my shirt.  I don't know when I drove my hands into his hair, but I'm suddenly aware of the silky, spiky feel of it, reminding me of passionate kisses just like this so long ago.

What Made You Swoon this Week?