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hands over them so it made him sweat. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be lying in bed, fully naked and aroused, and have her run those delicate little claws over him, fondle and stroke and measure and consider before she brushed open lips against his nipples or ran the backs of her fingers down his hot, pulsing cock.
    “Is something wrong?”
    He tossed his leather jacket over his lap. “Nope. Did you decide on a color?”
    She grinned. “Sky blue.”
    The shoes were hot, seriously hot. Ice pick heels the color of a summer sky and yet what would she wear them with? He couldn’t figure it. They would so not work with her innocent farm girl clothing.
    But he loved looking at her trying them on, sashaying back and forth in front of the mirror with that deep look of concentration on her face. He decided right then that the next time he had a woman in his playroom, he’d get her to walk back and forth wearing only heels.
    Except… He didn’t want that. He hadn’t been with anyone, not anyone since she’d been hurt. He’d been too busy taking care of Jenny.
    And taking care of her was proving to be addictive.
    He groaned, rubbing his forehead.
    “Hey, is shopping for shoes really that painful?” she teased.
    “Uh, yeah. I am a guy.”
    “Good thing I’m done then.”
    He gave her a shocked look for effect. “You are ?”
    “Your girlfriends must love you—a man willing to spend a Friday evening in a shoe shop.”
    He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”
    Handing the pair she’d chosen along with the box to the sales clerk, Jenny raised her brows at him.
    “I haven’t had any. Girlfriends, I mean.”
    “Oh, but…” Her eyes widened and he saw her do the math. Nope, he’d never had the same lady at his house more than once. No barbecues, no hot French kissing in his hot tub, no romantic strolls through their neighborhood.
    “I’ll get those.” He pulled out his wallet at the counter.
    “Hey!” Jenny tried to push him out of the way, but she might as well have tried to move a boulder.
    “I dragged you out here. You deserve a reward, baby.”
    She growled again and, God, he loved that sound coming from her.
    “Like I’m your good little girl or something?”
    “Exactly.”

Chapter Four
    He bought her ice cream.
    She was still annoyed with him over the shoes—what was that about? Why had he seemed to get as much satisfaction out of buying her shoes as he had by feeding her that morning?
    “Okay, where else do you want to go while we’re here?” he asked, leaning down and licking some of the vanilla from her cone.
    It froze her, such an intimate thing. “Um. I don’t know. I forgot to bring my list.”
    “So we’ll wing it. What about Victoria’s Secret?” He patted the shoes he insisted on carrying for her. “I wouldn’t mind spending an hour in there.”
    She swallowed a lump of ice cream. “Ah, yeah.” Like that would ever happen. At home she had a chest full of beautiful lingerie. She was wearing some now under her unassuming clothes. But no male had ever seen her in them and, after what had happened, she didn’t think she could bear it. Could she?
    “Want to look at the puppies and kittens?” He took her hand and dragged her toward an SPCA adoption promotion that was set up inside the food fair.
    “Oh, no, I avoid those,” she said. When he looked at her in surprise, she continued. “I donate monthly, but I would want to take them all home.”
    His face softened. “Yeah, you would. But something tells me it would be a good idea for you to spend a little time with something smaller and more helpless than you are. To take care of something you have to be the strong one, right?”
    Since she couldn’t tug free of his grasp, she surrendered. He walked her by cages, and pretty soon her heart was aching. All those little eyes, those faces. Some full of hope, some dull and lifeless, as if the hope had already died in those small lives.
    One puppy caught her