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I was thinking more of you using your tongue on me like you did last time.’
    Robyn felt her cheeks heat. God, had she really done that? She grabbed a tissue from the box and dabbed at the stickiness.
    ‘That was the old me. The new me is way more sophisticated.’
    He chuckled and helped himself to a handful of tissues. ‘Damn I hope not. I liked Jane, she had balls.’
    Robyn went still. ‘She did, didn’t she?’
    ‘It’s OK, I like multi-orgasmic Robyn too.’ He covered her hand with his own and squeezed. She found herself smiling. ‘I like her a lot.’
    Dakota cleaned up as best he could and went into the bathroom to finish off. As he washed, he eyed the tiny bath and shower. Would he and Robyn fit in there together? With a grin he turned on the water. He was prepared to risk it.
    ‘Hey, Robyn, come shower with me.’
    There was no answer from the bedroom so he poked his head around the door to call her again. She sat cross-legged on the end of the bed, head bowed, shoulders slumped. She looked so frickin’ vulnerable. Had he done the right thing getting so close to her? A wave of protectiveness threaded through him.
    ‘Robyn?’
    She looked up. Her smile was slow in coming.
    ‘Do you want to shower with me?’
    ‘Just shower, no funny business?’
    He tried to look offended, hoped she wouldn’t notice the sudden interest stirring in his loins. ‘Cross my heart.’
    She took off her new bra and walked toward him. He couldn’t help but watch the sway of her breasts crowned with tight dark nipples.
    ‘Dakota . . .’
    ‘Yes, ma’am.’ He snapped his gaze back up to her face.
    ‘You’re blocking the doorway.’
    He grinned and stepped back, inviting her into his steam-filled lair. She brushed past him and stepped into the tub while untying her braid. Sighing, she separated out the heavy strands and shook her head. It was the first time he’d seen her hair down. It was so long it reached the small of her back.
    He unsnapped his shirt, pulled his T-shirt over his head and dispensed with his jeans. Two seconds later he was beside her in the narrow shower. Normally he hated small spaces, but with a live wet sexy woman vying for elbow room, things suddenly seemed a lot more bearable.
    She faced the shower spray so he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Her fingers were busy in her hair leaving his the freedom to wander at will. He lathered them up with peach soap and cupped her breasts.
    ‘Dakota!’
    ‘I’m just trying to help out here.’
    ‘Yeah, right.’
    His thumbs glided over her nipples, felt them harden along with his cock. He nipped her ear. ‘You still like me right, Robyn?’
    Her fingers stopped moving on her scalp. ‘God, you’re so needy. I never said I liked you.’
    ‘Sure you did.’ He tweaked her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. ‘When you came all over my hand.’
    He grunted as she twisted and dug her elbow into his gut. With great care, he continued to soap her breasts, concern for her muting the urgent thrust of his desire.
    ‘We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,’ he said.
    She turned so suddenly he had to step back. ‘Why do you do this?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Second-guess everything, overanalyze, nit-pick, whatever you want to call it.’
    ‘Because I want to make sure you’re OK with what we’re doing.’
    She widened her beautiful eyes at him. ‘I said I was, didn’t I? What’s up with you that you have to make sure everyone’s happy all the time?’
    He stared at her. Was that true? He always hated to be in the wrong or to have his actions misunderstood.
    Robyn sighed. ‘If you try to please everyone, all you do is make yourself miserable.’
    He frowned down at her. ‘I’m not miserable. What’s wrong with making sure things are OK?’
    ‘Because you are not responsible for other people’s happiness.’
    ‘Yeah, right, that’s bullshit. Tell that to my mom and stepdad, my half-sisters, my crappy father’s