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a goofy, ridiculous sense of pride at having pleased her so well.
    She took his face between her hands and looked into his eyes. “Thank you.”
    The tenderness in her voice warmed his insides like cocoa. His lips curved into a small smile. “That’s supposed to be my line. You were even better than I expected, and I was expecting a lot.”
    She blushed. “I’m sorry if I was too loud.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose, blown away by this not-so-confident side of his Katie. “Baby, you never have to apologize to a man because he excited you too much.”
    “It’s just that I’ve been in a dry spell lately. Of course, you wouldn’t understand about that.”
    Of course? What did she think, that he did it with a different woman every night of the week?
    Probably. And it was his own fault. He’d let her assume he was a player because he’d sensed that the idea turned her on. But by playing to her fantasy, he’d painted a false picture of himself. Which wouldn’t matter a damn if this were going to be the casual encounter she wanted from him...
    Like that was going to happen .
    The thought caught him off guard, but he recognized it as the truth. He wasn’t going to give up. He wanted more of her, a lot more. And not just of her body.
    He frowned. “You’re making a hell of a lot of assumptions about me.”
    “Sweetie, I wasn’t criticizing, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. I’m glad you’ve been with a lot of women. You wouldn’t have gotten to be so good without all that practice, and I got the benefit of it.”
    Jesus. Okay, so he hadn’t lived like a monk, but neither had his life been the nonstop orgy Katie seemed to imagine. He’d turned down more opportunities than he’d taken. Casual sex had never held much appeal for him, especially lately. The package of condoms he’d thrown in his suitcase out of habit had been lying around for ages.
    Setting her straight could wait for another time, though. He didn’t want to scare her off.
    Kathryn pushed herself up on one arm. “I should leave.”
    Every cell in his body protested the idea. “Please don’t. Spend the night with me.”
    “I’d better not. These things can be really awkward in the morning.”
    She had a point, but he didn’t care. No way was he letting her leave. The double bed would seem impossibly large without her. Not to mention impossibly cold. He slid his arms around her shoulders and pulled her head against his chest. “Stay.”
    She looked up at him, and he thought she was going to protest, but apparently her need for rest won out over her need to flee. She closed her eyes, and he felt her muscles relax. He stroked her hair, savoring the feel of her body nestled against his, until the rhythm of her breathing told him she’d drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER THREE
    Kathryn’s internal clock woke her just after dawn on New Year’s Day. Beside her, Steve slept soundly, his chest pressing into her back, one arm draped over her side and resting on her stomach. His warm breath tickled her neck.
    She took stock of her situation. In bed with a man way too young for her. Completely naked. Slightly hung over. Slightly sore. And still more than slightly aroused.
    Damn! She’d actually gone through with her crazy plan. But was that a good thing?
    Being careful not to wake him, she lifted his arm off her body, slid out from under it, and gently lowered it onto the bed. She stood, the floor cool against her bare feet, and looked down at him.
    He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. And he’d wanted her. No wonder she hadn’t been able to keep her hands, or any other part of her body, off him. The reality had been even better than the fantasy.
    She found her sundress on the floor a few feet from the bed, picked it up, and slipped it on. Then she retrieved her sandals from next to the door. But where were her panties? Kneeling next to the bed, she set one hand on the side of the mattress to steady herself while she looked