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others. Bottling it up doesn’t help, Troy, it really doesn’t.”
    “Are you going all crusader on me?” His mouth flattened.
    “No.” That would mean exposing him to the press. I wouldn’t do that. That was why his staggering good looks meant nothing to him, apart from being a tool for him to use in his career. It was why he couldn’t let a lover touch him. I didn’t know if I could change that, but I could try. I hovered a hand over his T-shirt covered chest. He stiffened. “What would happen if I lowered my hand and touched you?”
    “I could lose it. I might hurt you.”
    I wouldn’t let him back off. He was sore and hurting, and I couldn’t bear that. “It’s me, Troy. You know me now. Watch me, keep looking at me.”
    He jerked a terse nod, his muscles taut. I kept my hand on his chest, fighting to keep from trembling. We stayed there, exactly like that until slowly, he lifted his left hand and put it on top of mine. He pressed so hard I thought I’d lose all the feeling, but I held on. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. Then another. Then he opened his eyes once more.
    A little warmth had returned. He no longer looked completely frozen. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. “I can do this,” he said, his voice hoarse.
    “Of course you can.”
    “You feel—it feels—different. Not like it did.” Pressing my hand hard, he continued, tearing his words out as if every one cost him a million bucks to say. “I’d be asleep, and I’d wake up to somebody’s hand on me. Big hand, little boy.”
    I smiled. “Now you’re all grown up.”
    “Parts of me have. I still feel like a kid sometimes.” The corner of his mouth moved in a grimace. “If I dream about it, I go look at myself in the bathroom mirror to make sure I’m real.”
    “You feel real to me.”
    He lifted his hand away. I did the same. Speaking as if something ordinary was happening, I said, “I haven’t had my shower yet. Care to join me?”
    He looked at me as if I was insane. I forced myself to keep the smile, turned and swung my feet out of bed. “You have a huge shower. We could stand either end of it and not touch each other at all. You have an indecent number of showerheads.”
    “Five,” he said with a grin. I bathed in that grin, loved it.
    “If you’re feeling brave, you can let me do what I’ve been dying to do since I first saw you naked.”
    Regaining some of his equilibrium, he raised a brow. “And what’s that?”
    Naked, I sauntered to the bathroom door, and paused to look back over my shoulder. His attention was fixed on my ass. Men! “Give you a blow job.”
    His groan followed me into the bathroom.
    I wasted no time setting the water into action. It had taken me some time to work the controls. One wave of my hand in front of a sensor started the water pouring from the central spray unit, then I could touch the smaller panels underneath to switch the others on and off. I settled for three. The shower was a walk-in, tiled in white, the trim in shiny chrome. Clean and neat. Tension filled me. I really wanted him to join me, but just as I was beginning to realize that he wouldn’t, a shadow crossed my vision and there he was.
    A naked Troy was a beautiful sight. Male power rippled in every muscle. Tall and perfectly proportioned, he was every inch a perfect male specimen. He paused at the step that would bring him into the shower and just looked at me. I picked up the shampoo and offered it to him.
    With a nod he joined me, plucking the shampoo from my hands. “Turn around.”
    I moaned when I felt his hands on my scalp. He stood away from me, so only his hands touched me, but he made a thorough job of massaging my head. I usually just scrubbed at my head, rinsed, conditioned and that was it. This was more of a sensual feast.
    “Does that feel good?”
    “You can’t imagine. So good.”
    Taking the hand shower, he rinsed, then smoothed on the