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    She looked at him with incredulity, as if he had missed a point so obvious that a child would have picked up on it. “It’s not that. It’s . . . it’s dangerous. Physically dangerous.”
    Now it really was all he could do not to laugh. She was worried that he was going to hurt her! He refrained from saying the clichéd “I’ll be gentle,” and instead rested a hand on her shoulder. “Cathy . . .” he began, trying to sound as considerate as possible.
    She slid across the couch, away from him and up. She sat balanced against the arm of the sofa, placing her hand flutteringly against her breast and trying to send her breathing rate back to a normal level. “A Tenctonese woman,” she managed to say, “if she’s not in sync with her mate . . . she could cause him serious injury.”
    That took Sikes aback. She was trying to tell him that she was afraid of hurting him?
    It was nonsense, of course. He went to the gym three days a week. He jogged. He lifted weights. He wasn’t exactly Hercules, but he wasn’t any ninety-pound weakling. He wondered if she was really concerned about hurting him, which seemed ridiculous, or whether she was, in fact, simply nervous about the thought of doing it with a human male.
    Yeah. That was probably it. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he tried to think of how to proceed, and was thankful that he’d shaved. It had been the right move. The sheer masculinity of the facial hair might have been too much for her.
    Go for the easy answer, he reasoned. She just wants reassurance.
    “So we’ll get in sync,” he said easily.
    He started towards her. She didn’t move away, but she clearly wasn’t encouraging him. “There are stages,” she said, starting to adopt that same slightly pedantic tone that George sometimes used. “You need to learn how to approach me. How to hum. You need training . . .”
    “Training?” He couldn’t believe it. This was going too far. Now both of his male prides, the one above his belt and below, were swelling. “Hey, Cathy, if there’s one thing I don’t need, it’s training. What’re they going to do, give me a condom with little wheels on it? Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
    Cathy turned away from him, clearly ready to get up. But Sikes was too quick, darting across the couch and nuzzling the back of her neck.
    Cathy practically melted. Not literally, but damned close. Her verbal protests had been a desperate gambit because her body had been screaming for release. And now, with Matthew right there again, with his tongue gently stroking her spots, she had absolutely no resistance left. She gave in to him, her body going limp against his, supple and pliable. Her breath was coming faster and faster.
    He eased her back down onto the couch. She didn’t even seem completely aware that he was there anymore, so caught up in the sensations of her body was she. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, aimed it, and turned off the television. The cheerleader and the football player vanished.
    “Matthew . . .” she murmured, but whether it was from desire or from warning, he couldn’t tell. He also didn’t care, fully confident that he would be able to handle whatever happened.
    She lay back, her hands grasping at him. She pulled at his flannel shirt, and he started to unbutton it. She, however, didn’t wait, and ripped it open. There was the sound of several little plastic buttons flying off their threads and landing at various points throughout her apartment.
    “I never liked this shirt anyway,” he gasped.
    She ran her hands over his chest, pulling on the chest hair with such force that he wanted to cry out. But he bit down on his lower lip, determined not to let her think for a moment that she was hurting him. Hell, he’d been hurt before. He had the scratches on his back to prove it. But it had been a delicious kind of hurt, the kind that gives you pleasure when you think about it.
    Her dress had ridden up to her waist.