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underneath for the missing garment.
    A large, warm hand clamped like a handcuff around her wrist, bringing to mind another item on her to-do list. “What are you doing?” Sleep and sex made his voice husky.
    Damn it! She’d been seconds away from a clean getaway. Kathryn rose to her feet, feeling her face flush. “I’m sorry I woke you.”
    He smiled that smile that made her drip like a faucet and gave her wrist a gentle tug. “Come back to bed.”
    She wanted to, but her brain was flashing giant neon warning signs. She shook her head. “I need to go back to my room and get ready for the morning dive.”
    “You shouldn’t go diving. You’re too tired and too hung over. Stay. I’ll call room service and we’ll have breakfast in bed.”
    She was hungry, but not for food. If she got back in that bed, it damned sure wouldn’t be for breakfast. A girl could get addicted to the way Steve made her feel.
    Which was why she had to get the hell out of here. She needed to get her perspective back. She’d come to Grand Cayman to find toe-curling sex, not love. But if Steve kept touching her body so skillfully, he’d end up touching her heart as well. And her poor heart didn’t need the abuse of craving another unattainable man.
    “I don’t want to change my plans,” she said. “I only have two days before my flight home, and I don’t want to give up any dive time. A couple of aspirins and I’ll be fine.”
    He looked into her eyes, his expression confused, even vulnerable. “Katie, are you sorry about last night?”
    Since she wasn’t sure, she settled for the polite answer. “Of course not.”
    He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling the sheet over his lap. “You look embarrassed. Don’t be. Last night wasn’t sleazy. It was special, and you’re special.”
    He couldn’t have chosen better words, even if she wasn’t sure she believed him. Tenderness welled up inside her. She smiled at him and lowered a hand to ruffle his hair. He had such beautiful hair, as fine as white sand. Too bad the Air Force made him keep it so short. “You’re sweet,” she said.
    His face twisted into a frown. “Sweet? After sex hot enough to blister the paint off the walls, you call me sweet?”
    Oops. Wrong thing to say to a guy. She tried to explain. “I meant that as a compliment. There’s not nearly enough sweet in the world.” Certainly Jeff hadn’t been sweet. He’d almost driven her to give up men for good.
    Steve didn’t look mollified. “Sweet is like nice only lamer, and nice guys finish last.”
    “You’ll never be last in my book. But I have to go.”
    He lifted his fabulous, naked body off the bed. “If I can’t talk you into staying, I’ll give you a reason to come back.” He grabbed her head with both hands in a vise-like grip and attacked her mouth with his, his tongue plundering every nook and cranny. An overpowering rush of desire slammed through Kathryn. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life, certain her knees wouldn’t support her if she let go.
    He released her, the gleam in his eye daring her to call him sweet again. “Have fun diving,” he said.
    She gave him a dazed look, her mouth partly open and her heart pounding. “See you around,” she said and bolted from the room, running for her life.
    * * *
    Bursting through the doorway of her own room, Kathryn flopped onto the bed and buried her flaming face in a spongy-soft hotel pillow. Wow—she’d just had wild, bone-melting sex with the boy next door. What on earth had she been thinking?
    That was a stupid question. Pretty clearly, not much thinking had been going on. For one of the few times in her buttoned-down life, she'd turned off her head and listened to her heart. She hadn't worried about her career or her reputation or what she’d say if their parents found out. She'd just let go and done what she wanted to do.
    Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Sure, Steve