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him warily, obviously expecting him to freak out on her. 
    He shrugged with a casualness he was far from feeling.  “You don’t have to be sorry.  This is all for you, remember?”
    Surprise washed away her uncertainty.  “Who are you?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Are you always this self-sacrificing?”
    He snorted.  “Not at all.  Believe me, I can be damn demanding.  I love pushing a woman past her inhibitions.  I love making her take more than she ever thought she could because she trusts me to pleasure her.   But only with a woman who can handle it.  You can’t.”  Not yet, he thought.
    She opened her mouth, obviously wanting to argue with him, but then it snapped shut.  Her expression hardened and he knew her fear had finally overshadowed everything else.  “You’re right.  I can’t.  I think you should leave.”
    With that, she turned and walked out of the room.
    Noah sighed.  And then he got dressed.
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    When a fully-clothed Noah stepped out of the bedroom, Jenna wanted to weep.  His body was so gorgeous, she’d wanted to spend hours examining it further.  Without even trying, he’d had her closer to coming than any other man before.  Hell, she’d bet he could accomplish the same thing even if he only had his little finger to work with.  For a second there, all she’d wanted to do was rip off her clothes and beg him to touch her, everywhere, anywhere, however he wanted.  But she couldn’t have that.  Not if she didn’t want to fall apart when he eventually left. 
    She’d completely lost sight of why this had even started. 
    Plus, something had changed after he’d come in her mouth and touched her.  As he’d eased her closer and closer to a climax, she’d suddenly realized that if she gave it to him, she’d be giving him a whole lot more.  Like the power to hurt her.  Oh, not physically.  She truly believed that Noah wouldn’t physically hurt her.  He’d never force her to have sex against her wishes.  But her intentions were getting all confused in her mind, and she knew if she let herself, she’d fall for him in a deeply emotional way. 
    That couldn’t happen.  Not with her past.  And not with her future.
    She forced herself to smile.  “Thank you for what you did.”
    “I think I can safely say the pleasure was all mine,” he said wryly.
    She laughed, marveling at his ability to keep his sense of humor given the awkwardness of the situation.  “It wasn’t.  It felt good.  What you did to me.”
    “Then I’d say we made progress, don’t you think?”
    This time, her smile was completely genuine even if it was a little tremulous.  “Yes, we did.”
    “Good.  I’m glad.”  He looked at his watch, the gesture making her chest ache.  “I guess if we’re done, I should probably get dinner.  I meant to stop somewhere after the bar but…”  He shrugged.  He walked up to her, smoothed her hair back, and leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, then the lips.  “Take care, Jenna.” 
    He walked towards the door and panic surged through her.  “Do you—do you want me to fix you something?”  The invitation popped out of her mouth before she even knew she’d formed the thought. 
    He turned and tipped his head.  “You don’t mind?”
    She barely disguised her sigh of relief.  “No.  It’s the least I can do after—well, everything you’ve done for me.”
    “Great.”  He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over a chair.  Hands on his hips, he looked around.  He took in Kate’s miniscule kitchen, then jerked his thumb toward the living room couch.  “Do you mind if I just sit down and watch some television?  I promise to stay out of your way.”
    “Go ahead.”  It was actually a perfect idea.  He’d be less distracting that way.  Less tempting.  If they worked together in the small kitchen, they’d inevitably brush up against each other and she’d be even more tempted to ask him to