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the cowboy did when he found the heroine asleep in his bed.
    “I can’t,” she whispered, feeling her body betray her words. Her mouth watered, her nipples hardened and an ache throbbed between her thighs.
    “Please.” Bursts of soft breath tickled her ears, warming her from within.
    He explored the winding curves of her ear with his tongue. At first lightly nibbling and then sucking her earlobe. Her breath stuttered in her throat. How was it no matter where he touched her she felt it between her legs?
    “She was asleep,” she somehow managed to say. Not much of an argument against what he wanted, what they both wanted, but the best she could come up with.
    He pulled away abruptly, making Hannah gasp at his absence. “You’re right. Go.” He motioned towards the hall. “I’ll wait.”
    “You’ll wait.” Hannah watched as he leaned back on the couch, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest. Could she wait? Could she ever fall asleep knowing he would wake her with his mouth?
    Mason nodded slowly, sending chills down her spine with every move of his head. Her blood somehow thickened, making every beat of her heart thunder in her ears. How she wanted this man. But her rational brain had not completely shut down. She shouldn’t be doing this.
    “I’d never be able to fall asleep knowing you were out here, waiting to wake me.”
    The dimple appeared in his left cheek. “So pretend.”
    It was too soon. Too soon to want him this badly. Too soon to trust him this much. No matter how tempting his sexy offer.
    “I love it when you do that.” He smiled and shifted on the couch to face her. “It’s like there are two parts of you fighting it out. One eyebrow goes up and then the other. It is sexy as hell.”
    She laughed at his attentive observation. He was scoring points with her now.
    He leaned closer. “So who wins, blue or green?”
    “What?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
    “That’s how I think of it. Your blue eye battling your green.”
    Now he was calling her a freak. Her face fell as she straightened her posture. She wouldn’t let it bother her anymore.
    “What did I say?”
    “Forget it.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
    He moved his hand to her knee. “You have to tell me so I don’t do it again. I knew tonight was a long shot, but you can’t blame me for trying. I mean, look at you.”
    She took a deep breath. She didn’t want it to happen again either. “I can be a little over sensitive about my eyes. I used to wear contacts to fix them, but they’re part of who I am, you know.”
    “What’s wrong with your eyes?” His expression filled with concern.
    Humor seemed the way to go. “Mason, I don’t know how to break this to you, but they’re two different colors.”
    He went from smiling to puzzled to smiling again. “In case you don’t recall, your eyes were the first things I liked about you. Really liked, actually.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you would poke yourself in the eye to hide them.”
    Hannah shrugged. “Kids can be cruel.” And mothers who wanted their daughters to be perfect. Hannah’s mother had started putting a contact lens in her left eye when Hannah was only ten.
    “Which one did you pick?” he asked, the lamplight dancing in his eyes.
    “Which one what?” She felt him studying her eyes intently, but she wouldn’t let herself look away.
    “When you went for one color, which way did you go?”
    “Blue. It was easier to match. Why?”
    “Just trying to figure out my odds tonight.” He rubbed his fingers against the silky material of her robe.
    “Not good, I’m afraid. Is that why you came?” She did and didn’t want to know the answer.
    He shook his head. “I can’t wait until next Thursday to see you again.” He let the statement hang in the air between them.
    She didn’t want to wait an entire week either, but between her schedule and his there wasn’t much they could do about it. The thought of not kissing