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worked on her feet, eliciting sounds from her that were almost sexual in their pure pleasure. He had to force himself to concentrate and ignore the semierection that was threatening to go full-mast on him. “Liking your first experience on the ocean?” he said quickly, hoping for some distraction.
    “It’s much more soothing than I imagined,” she said, her voice a dreamy whisper. “I wish I’d tried it before all of this.”
    He smoothed his thumbs over the arches of the bottoms of her feet, and she sighed ecstatically. Her toenails were painted a brilliant plum color, he noticed, smiling. “Well, you’re trying it now,” he replied, keeping his voice soft and soothing, as well. He let go of her feet. “And if there’s anything I can do to make your stay more relaxing, please let me know.”
    “I certainly will. This is wonderful,” she said.
    He got up to make his way to the door. Only to be surprised when she turned over, the sheet sliding seductively.
    He blinked. She was used to massages, apparently, and she was expecting him to do a full and complete job.
    By this point, his body throbbed almost painfully. It wasn’t as if he was hard up for female companionship. He knew plenty of women who didn’t mind having a good, no-strings-attached time with him when he was in port in San Diego. But he’d been so busy keeping his boat afloat, literally and figuratively, that he simply hadn’t had time.
    And there was something about this woman.
    She had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply, evenly. She was waiting.
    He rubbed at her neck, beneath her jawline, very lightly. She smiled in encouragement. He rubbed her earlobes. He had to move closer to get the right position and he could smell her perfume, something vanilla, blending with the hazelnut of the small amount of massage oil he’d used in the beginning.
    She smells good enough to eat.
    The thought, impromptu as it was, shot forth a vision of her naked, lying there with her back arched as he shifted the sheet away from her, pressing kisses down that creamy stomach of hers, gradually moving lower…
    He quickly took his hands away as if burned.
    “Everything all right?” she said almost in a slur.
    “Fine. Fine.” He quickly worked on her arms, focusing especially on her hands. He figured he couldn’t get into that much trouble with hands. He ignored her chest completely and then did another cursory rubdown of her legs.
    When he’d finished, she was sleeping. Her breath was coming out in little rhythmic whooshes. With her hair spread out like a fan on the bed she looked beautiful and, best of all, relaxed.
    He, on the other hand, fled the cabin with towels and oil in hand. He was sweating, he realized, even though it was not that hot a night.
    He’d done the job—he’d stepped in for his missing masseuse and he’d satisfied the customer, completely relaxing her.
    Now he needed a beer, he thought frantically, before his body started wondering what it would take to get him relaxed and satisfied.
    CHLOE WOKE UP completely disoriented. She was in darkness, and the room didn’t feel familiar at all. For one thing, it was swaying, and while she could taste the last vestiges of alcohol in her mouth, she doubted the rocking sensation was due to drunkenness. For another thing, she was naked, and the sheets felt cool and slippery around her skin. It was an unusual feeling, albeit a pleasant one. Also, she didn’t have a pillow beneath her head, which should have been uncomfortable except for the fact that she felt strangely relaxed.
    She’d had a massage, she suddenly remembered.
    Right after having some champagne.
    Both of which, incidentally, were given to her by Jack.
    She sat bolt upright, feeling her heart trip-hammer in her chest. Remembering Jack and the reason she was on his ship to begin with quickly brought all her other memories crashing down. The wedding that didn’t happen. The fiancé that never showed up. The mountain of details she