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Would they feel full on mine? Mmm, I was thinking yes.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
    I tore my gaze from his chest. “Nothing.”
    He smiled. “Looked like something. You have a clue where you want to go today?” The question brought back that giddy excitement. “Have you ever ice-skated?” His single chuckle came with that dimple. “I’ve had lessons.”
    “Oh, wow, good. You can keep me from killing myself.”
    Surprise etched his brows. “You’ve never ice-skated?”
    I focused on his soft but firm fingers on my hand, wondering how long he was going to stand there holding my hand under the water. “I’ve skated, but not on ice.” I wiped the drops of coffee off the left side of his chest. He flinched. I recalled how he’d seemed to enjoy putting his finger inside me. At least the sounds he made said so.
    “You work out a lot, I see.” Laaame. “Your…chest is…soft. I mean, it’s surprisingly soft on—over your…hard muscles.”
    He grinned at me for a second. “I used to work out faithfully.”
    “It really shows. You’re…” God, I can’t say that.
    “I’m…?”
    How clueless was he about himself? “Hard to believe you don’t realize how gorgeous you are.” He angled a half smile at me. “I suspected.”
    I laughed. “You suspected? How many women did it take lusting after you to figure that out?”
    “One.”
    Excitement and pain skittered through me. “A girlfriend?”
    He gave barely a smile. “Maybe.”
    “Oh. Bet she’s pretty.”
    He shook his head. “More like beautiful. Out of my league, really.” I snorted past the stab of pain. “That’s not possible, Akira. I think you’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met.”
    He shut the water off and examined my wrist, cradling my hand in his large one while I died to know what he was thinking, who this girl was, where she was, and how I might steal him from her. Goose bumps covered my body when he slid his fingers over the red area.
    “You call this barely getting you?” He presented the red blotch to me.
    “Wow. Didn’t feel that bad. At first.” He was sure touching me a lot. Was that on purpose? What a transformation in him. Ever since last night… Those personal problems must’ve really been weighing heavy. He was a totally different man. I didn’t think he could get any sexier, but seeing that light in his eyes and those lips smiling…dimples teasing more and more… Ugh, I was going to die.
    “You better get dressed. Bundle up if we’re going to be outside a lot.”
    “Okay, yeah.”
    “Would you like to eat breakfast here?”
    Heat filled my cheeks. “Sure, sounds nice.”
    “Good.”
    His voice was this current of honey, oozing through my body and always ending between my legs.
    He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me. “That way.” His fingers slid off, but almost like they didn’t want to.
    “Before I dress, you could…finish my massage.” My heart thundered in my throat, and I clenched my eyes shut, glad he couldn’t see my face.
    I followed his rippling body that walked around me and out of the kitchen. “And put you to sleep again?”
    I swallowed my pulse. “You didn’t…have to put me to sleep.” Oh God, I sounded desperate!
    His steps slowed to a stop, but he didn’t turn. “Yes. I did.” He disappeared around the corner, and I gulped air. What did that mean? Yes, he had to put me to sleep because…because…he would do too much—that was what his tone sounded like. Why didn’t he want to do too much? I’d gained too much ground with him to feel the pain of the rejection. Something was happening between us, and that was enough. I couldn’t push. But I would bring up that massage again.
    If I couldn’t have it, I’d sure talk about having it.
    An hour later, I was bundled. Like an overstuffed baked potato. How sexy. I had to find a way to do something that got our clothes off. I felt a mile away from him. I needed to smell him, see him, and God,