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and sexy. She’d never experienced anything quite like it.
    Dane’s even breaths altered to a different pattern and she knew he must be awake. Slowly, without even a glance in her direction, he pushed back the covers and sat on the opposite side of the bed, keeping his back to her.
    A shard of sunlight shone across his shoulders and trim waist. A jolt of longing coursed through her and she suddenly didn’t care about the shower or getting dressed. Instead, she only thought about being in this man’s arms again and feeling him deep inside her.
    “Are you awake?” he asked softly.
    Even the sound of his voice had her senses in a whirlwind of conflicting emotion. She whispered back, “Yes.”
    Her body responded to him. To his smell, to his voice, to his presence. She pushed the covers from her naked body and crawled behind him. She reached toward his shoulders, aching to touch him again.
    “Stop.”
    The force and finality of the word made her instantly freeze.
    “I tried to tell you last night, but I didn’t. And honestly, I considered leaving the room before you woke up but…”
    “It’s your room, Dane.” Her heartbeat sped up. Something was wrong. She could tell by his tone. “I should be the one leaving, if that’s what you want.”
    “Stop,” he said, this time even more firmly than the last.
    “I feel like I should apologize, but I don’t want to. I—”
    “Stop,” he said for a third time.
    Now her embarrassment turned to anger. Certainly, he could let her speak. She deserved some things, but harsh words weren’t one them. “Stop what?”
    “Stop calling me Dane.”
    “Okay, then.” She smiled and shifted her weight back into the bed. She glanced down at her complete nakedness and felt her nipples harden. “Knight.”
    “I’m not a knight. In fact I’m not anything but a liar.” He threw off the covers, stood up and purposefully paced toward the window. He threw the curtains aside and turned around.
    The outside light temporarily blinded her, but as soon as her vision cleared, she eyed the beautiful naked man standing before her. She glanced down at his feet, his thick thighs, trim waist, his broad chest and then his face. But nothing could have prepared her for seeing his face. “Oh my God.” She clutched at the sheets and pulled them to cover her. “You aren’t Dane Forrester.”
    “No, I’m not.”
    The similarities between Dane and this man were evident, especially in the square jawline and mouth, but this man had a scar on his eyebrow and upper part of his cheek. Not only had she slept with someone after barely knowing him a couple of hours, she’d slept with someone other than Dane Forrester, some stranger who had tricked her. “But, who are you? Why did you let me believe you were Dane?”
    A million questions raced through her head, but she only managed to ask those two. She’d been duped. She backed up against the headboard and pulled the blankets higher to her chin.
    “I am still the man who was with you last night. I’m just not Dane. I’m Ethan. Ethan Forrester.”
    “Oh my God. You told me about Ethan last night. You’re Dane’s older brother. But…but really you were telling me about yourself.” She suddenly wanted to take the lamp sitting beside the bed and hurl it at him. Everything in her wanted to scream at the way she’d been wronged. “You lied to me.”
    He nodded and she realized he still did nothing to cover himself. His magnificent body stood in the middle of the room, and despite the deception of this man, this brother of Dane Forrester, she still wanted him. What was wrong with her? She needed to channel her anger, not her unwanted desire. “Why did you trick me? Why were you acting like you were Dane?”
    “Because he’s sick and he couldn’t miss this event, so I pretended to be him. I was only going to make a quick appearance and leave, but then you kept asking me questions. I even went to my room, but I told you I’d give you the