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the point, isn't it?"
    His mouth lifted to one side in a devilish grin. This was a side of Cody she hadn't yet seen. Teasing, playful, and knowing full well he was getting to her.
    Damn him.
    "I've never shown someone how to do it before. Besides, it's no big deal."
    "If it's no big deal, then I don't see the problem. Come on, I'm not going to bite. Just close your eyes and do it to me. I want to know how it's done."
    Her pulse quickened, but she couldn't fathom why. Why did he do this to her?
    She sat back down on the grass under the sturdy arms of the shady tree. She was
    knee-to-knee with Cody, and had to lean forward with her arms stretched to reach him. He seemed to sense the problem and moved in closer, resting his hands on her knees. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his cheek.
    "Wait," Cody said, straightening just a little.
    "What's wrong?" She had barely touched him.
    "I want to do it to you too."
    "After I show you—"
    "No, at the same time," he said resolutely.
    "Okay."
    She was surprised by how quickly her answer escaped her lips. The thought of Cody touching her, even something so innocent as touching her face, sent a shiver zipping through her.
    Not out of fear, but anticipation.
    She'd felt his control, his strength, in the pool and it had taken her time to get over the effect it had on her.
    It wasn't as if this was the first time she'd been touched this way by a man. She had sculpted with Chad before, and why wouldn't she? They'd been dating a long time by then and she was curious about everything about him.
    Somehow, with Cody, Lyssa knew it would be very different.
     

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Chapter Four
    Lyssa closed her eyes and silently sucked in a deep breath when she took Cody's hands in her much smaller ones and guided them to her warm cheeks. It had been more than four years since she'd sculpted with anyone. The last time had been with Chad.
    In the darkness it had been easy. She didn't see Chad's reaction, she felt everything. In an ironic twist, her eyes got in the way now. Her sense of touch wasn't as strong as it had once been.
    But Cody's was. And she still remembered all too well the feelings of intimacy that collided with her senses in reaction to just a simple touch.
    "Just do what I do," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
    "That should be easy enough."
    Easier said than done, Lyssa thought. At least for him. Cody's fingers weren't trembling like she knew hers were. Just being this close to Cody had made Lyssa's heart hammer inside her chest more than getting on that horse ever could.
    "I always started at the top of the head."
    She pulled off his hat and placed it on the soft, green grass by his side. He took off his glasses, placed them inside the hat, and closed his eyelids.
    "Ever so lightly touch the skin until..."
    And then she did it. She'd actually sighed like a lovesick teenager gazing up at the star high school basketball player. When Cody didn't react as if he'd noticed, relief washed over her flaming cheeks.
    His hands were big, his palms wide, but his touch was remarkably delicate. It made Lyssa wonder what it would be like to be held in those hands. Not like today when he'd held her out of fear that she was drowning. He'd been frightened then, moving franti-cally and quickly because he'd thought she was hurt.
    Now Cody was touching her in a way that spoke of gentleness and control. Quite
    different, but it surprised Lyssa that her reaction to his touch was the same.
    He gently pulled at the elastic band keeping her ponytail in place. She had to counter his move by leaning forward so she wouldn't lose balance. And then his fingers were in her hair, touching her lightly, pulling at little strands, rolling them between his fingers and the pad of his thumb all the way to their ends.
    "Your hair is shorter than I imagined, silkier. And it seems to be all one length."
    Lyssa cleared her throat, afraid to try her voice. "Yes, that's right. My forehead isn't that high and—'
    "Ssh . .