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responsibility.”
    â€œBram.” They’d hugged often over the years, and the way she hugged him now was familiar and sisterly. He hated it. “It’s not a woman’s sense of humor a man sees when she’s naked.”
    He shuddered with the thought. “Seeing you naked,” he growled near her ear, “would likely make me come in my pants.”
    She laughed. “Bram.”
    Bram took her hand and carried it to his distended fly. His breath hissed sharply when her warm palm pressed against him.
    â€œEver since I realized what you intended to do,” he gasped, “I’ve been hard. Thinking about you wanting another man enrages me,
and still I’m hard. Knowing you would plan this week rather than come to me makes me want to howl—and still I’m hard.
Sex with other women is a hollow thing, babe, even worse than jacking off, because I want you.”
    â€œHow . . .” Her fingers didn’t leave him and, in fact, curled around him tentatively instead. She was getting used to the idea, Bram decided, and he wanted to roar with his triumph. “How did you know what I was going to do?”
    Bram hesitated. The closeness of talking with her like this, touching her like this, had always been no more than a dream. The reality was so much sweeter, so much sharper, that Bram didn’t want to run the risk of destroying it. But he had promised her that he wouldn’t lie to her, and so he wouldn’t.
    He kissed the top of her head and said, “Unless you want me to take you now—and I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet—we’d better stop what we’re doing.”
    He heard her swallow. “I’m not. Ready, that is.” She looked up at him. Her fingers were still curled securely around him through the jean material of his shorts, and he felt them tighten the tiniest bit. “You’re . . .” She stopped, took two deep breaths. “Well, you’re
huge
.”
    Women had been commenting on the size of his prick since he was eighteen, and he’d always wallowed in the praise. Now all that mattered was that Lucy was intrigued. If his size helped to interest her, then Bram was doubly thankful for what he’d been given.
    His hands gently stroking her shoulders, he said, “I would never hurt you, Lucy.”
    Her breath came in small pants now. Small
excited
pants. “I don’t know about that. I mean, it’s been a while for me. A long while—you were right about that.” Idly she slid her palm up and down his length, measuring his dimensions again, making Bram lock his jaw with the pleasure of it.
    Feeling nearly hollow with desire, Bram growled, “I’d be careful with you, baby. We’d go real slow and I’d make you so wet first, so hungry for it, sliding in will only be pleasure. I swear.”
    Lucy shuddered, and her hand stroked him one more time, nearly devastating him, before she pulled away. Her eyes were huge, filled with conditional trust. She would try, he realized, but she wasn’t making any promises.
    For a long moment, Bram simply concentrated on breathing, on not losing control. He could hardly win her over with devastating sex if he came in his shorts from a simple fondling.
    When he felt able, he took her hand and led her from the bedroom. “Here’s what we’ll do.” His voice was abrasive and deep, unsteady. “A swim—because I badly need a dousing of ice water—then a fast boat ride just to distract us. While we’re on the lake, I’ll explain things to you. We can . . . talk.” He pulled her out onto the deck again. The heat and the sun hit them like a wave, sealing in the lust, the hot craving. Still somewhat shaky with need, Bram asked, “Do you need your shoes?”
    Lucy, too, was trembling despite the steamy summer afternoon. “No.” She looked up at him, her eyes slightly