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of his face just behind her right shoulder.
    “Yes?”
    “Have you ever . . . done what we did . . . in the dressing room today?”
    “Had sex in a department store?”
    She laughed uncomfortably. “No . . . had sex without protection. I’m only asking because I haven’t,” she said quickly, anxious when he didn’t immediately respond.
    “You haven’t?” he asked, his hands sweeping over her ribs and sides, spreading the lotion there. She shivered in pleasure and shook her head.
    “Even though you were on birth control? Wasn’t your relationship with Colin monogamous?”
    “Yes. Or I thought it was,” she said, thinking of Amanda and frowning.
    “Why did you still use protection then?” Vanni asked behind her.
    “It was my choice. And I don’t know why,” she said quietly, studying the rippling pool in front of her. “I was just thinking about that while I was showering before I came down.”
    A silence ensued as he rubbed some lotion along the tender strip of skin above her bikini bottoms. That thick, heavy pressure in her sex amplified. She suddenly felt hot.
Very
hot.
    “Just once. With one woman, I mean . . . a long time ago,” he said. She forced her attention back to the topic she’d broached. He was speaking of his wife, she knew by the tone of his voice. She wished she could ask him about her, but knew that had to be something he brought up. She couldn’t force him to talk about it. His finger glided along that sensitive patch of skin. Her clit prickled with excitement at his nearness. “But otherwise, no,” he mumbled. “Never.”
    “What?” she asked, her attention diverted once again by his magical hands.
    “I haven’t been with a woman like that in almost a decade. And there have been a lot of women, Emma.”
    His brutally honest words seemed to hang in the air around them.
    “Is that because of what you told Astrid that night?” she asked shakily, continuing to avoid his gaze. It seemed safer somehow, talking to the shimmering pool. “About having little to offer a woman? Is it because you don’t want to get too close to begin with?”
    She sensed his tension at the question, but also his intent focus. Was he as caught up in the fragile moment as she was?
    “Yes,” he said quietly, still rubbing that strip of skin so close to her pussy.
    “Do you not want to get too close because you’re afraid of caring?”
    His rubbing finger stilled. Emma couldn’t expand her lungs in the silence that followed.
    “Because you’ve lost so many people,” she said on a gasp, already regretting her words, but knowing it was too late to turn back.
Typical me, always having to fall face-first into the graves I dig
. “I just thought maybe that was why you’d prefer not to get too close. This way, you don’t have to lose anything else.”
    He still didn’t say anything, although his hand remained frozen on her pelvis.
    She rolled her eyes, disgusted with herself for having brought it up. She pushed off his thighs forcefully. The next second, she was dropping, cool water rushing around her overheated sex and cheeks.
    If only she could stay underwater forever.
    She felt his legs swoosh against her belly as she rose, and then his hands were on her upper arms, lifting them both in the water. She broke the surface with a gasp, laughing a little when she saw his wet, scowling face. He pushed his hair out of his eyes.
    “Why’d you do that?” he demanded.
    “I thought you might be getting tired of my questions,” she said honestly, treading water. A rush of ebullience went through her at the delicious feeling of being in the cold pool in such a stunning setting. She spun in the water, looking around the landscaped terrace.
    “It’s so beautiful here,” she said softly.
    “Yeah . . . it’s okay,” he said, glancing around as if he hadn’t seen it in a while. His gaze seemed to clear when he looked at her face again. “It’s not La Mer, though.”
    “La