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finally got hold of the handle. Slapping at the tap, he turned the water on and rinsed the suds from his hands and clean utensils.
    “Do you want me to dry those?”
    He jumped. She’d snuck up behind him without a sound, or – more likely – he’d been so busy fantasising about her naked breasts he hadn’t heard her approach. “Nah, they’ll air dry before morning.”
    “Okay. I’ll go pick a movie then.”
    Brent breathed a sigh of relief as she moved away. The farther away those tempting breasts were the better. He needed a moment to regain control. She’d always had this effect on him, sent his libido soaring with the twitch of her lips, the swish of her hips, or the sway of her breasts. His jeans tightened as his cock filled with blood. Damn. He’d be lucky to make it through the night without doing himself an injury.
    Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure she’d left the room before he reached down and rearranged his growing erection. If it wouldn’t be obvious he sported a hard-on, he’d change into sweat pants, but he didn’t want Vee to see what she did to him. Not tonight. Tomorrow there’d be a different playing field, one where the rules were clear. No more dates, for a start. He doubted she’d take much convincing on that though. He’d be lucky if Smithe hadn’t scared her off dating altogether.
    If tonight’s debacle had made her skittish it would ruin the plan forming in his mind. Dating Vee, wooing her until she couldn’t resist him, sounded like a good strategy. He might not have much experience or success to fall back on, but what he had was determination and a bone-deep desire to make her see he’d never stopped loving her. Would never stop. He’d spent nearly fifteen years hiding his feelings for Valentine Johnson and it was about time he manned up and let her see the real him.
    He dried his hands on a dish towel and, picking up his coffee, headed down the hall in search of Vee. She had the equipment panel open and was busy loading a disc into the player. Brent stood in the doorway, his gazed trained on her slender body. Sensuous in nature, she moved with a suppleness that spoke of flexibility. Brent knew she swam to keep in shape. Since she’d moved in he could set his watch by her. Every morning without fail, she hit the pool and swam for an hour. Nonstop. Back and forth. Up and down.
    He’d endured more cold showers in the last few weeks than his entire life. And if he didn’t quit staring at her now, he’d need another one. Forcing himself to move, he entered the room and walked over to the couch.
    “What are we watching?” he asked as he put his coffee on a side table and dropped into the soft cushions.
    “I put the original X-Men in.” She came towards him and he tried not to notice the swing of her hips or the sway of her breasts. “Thought we’d do an X-Men marathon if you’re up for it.”
    Brent blinked. Up for it? Jeez, if she only knew how up for it he was. He swallowed over the groan caught in his throat. “Sure. I’ve got nothing better on.”
    “Do you want some popcorn? I could make some before we start.”
    “Nah, I’m good. Unless you want some?”
    “I’m still pretty full from dinn–” She chewed the corner of her lip and he knew she was remembering what had gone down earlier.
    “Come on. Let’s watch this one and we’ll make popcorn for the next. Or maybe a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream would be better.”
    He reached out for her hand and tugged her down beside him. She sprawled out next to him and hit play on the remote. Brent focused on the screen and willed his eyes to remain forward. From the corner he could see a strip of flesh just above her pants where her shirt had ridden up. The creamy skin begged for kisses. Sound exploded from the speakers hidden in the walls and with a push of a button on the remote, Vee turned off the lights. The screen burst to life with colour and after the usual before-movie presentation the real