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from their time together. She hated how he seemed to ignore his amazing potential. Especially his ability to adapt and survive.
    A slow, sleepy grin spread over his sinful mouth, though it never reached his eyes. Using no more than his abs, he lifted his upper body off the mattress while stacking pillows behind him. It was only when he finally leaned back that she remembered to breathe. God, but he was beautiful.
    “Dozens, huh? Guess I’ve never counted.”
    He was cocky and cute and too much of both. She’d determined that their time would be limited. She had even set the date for their end. None of that meant she couldn’t continue to dig into his psyche while she had him here—though, knowing Patrick, she easily imagined him walking out stark naked.
    She considered him critically. “Why do you never stay and eat what you’ve cooked?”
    The expression in his eyes gave nothing away, even as his smile seemed to freeze. “I always eat what I’ve cooked.”
    “But you don’t eat with the people you’ve cooked for. This past year I’ve had dinner at Sydney and Ray’s at least once a month. As soon as the meal is served, you walk out of the room.”
    “I’ve forgotten my table manners.”
    He didn’t even flinch when he said it. He didn’t break eye contact, and he kept a totally straight face. Either hewas a hell of a liar or he truly believed that he was the savage beast he claimed to be. A part of her heart broke for him.
    Another part wanted to slap him and tell him to get over himself already, that she was immune to his act. Except that would make her an even bigger liar than he.
    Another few silent moments passed, moments she spent wondering what his three years of captivity had been like, if he’d had friends, if he’d had lovers, how many he’d had. If they’d appreciated his intensity in bed the way she did. If one of them had taught him the skills he so expertly plied.
    Funny, the jealousy sparked by that thought. Not so funny that she recognized the full grip of the unhealthy emotion.
    “And it seems you’ve forgotten that it’s impolite to stare,” he finally said, interrupting her fruitless musings.
    When she realized she was doing exactly that, she forced herself to pull away. “Your facial bone structure fascinates me.”
    “If that’s a come-on, it’s the lousiest one I’ve ever heard.”
    “It’s not a come-on,” she said, even as her pulse quickened. “I was simply visualizing your skull’s interocular and bizygomatic breadth.”
    He knew as well as she did that craniofacial anthropometry was the last thing on her mind. Yet she couldn’t find the strength to turn away when he whispered, “Show me.”
    Letting the comforter fall, she moved toward him, enjoying the flare of his nostrils as he took in her nudity and her complete comfort in baring her body. She crawled up to straddle him, dislodging the sheet so thatshe sat atop his thighs, settling over the softness of his scrotum, his penis tucked close to her sex.
    She placed her hands on the smooth skin of his torso, sliding her palms upward until making contact with his jaw. Her fingers explored the structure of his face, moving from one point to another.
    “This is the bizygomatic breadth,” she said, measuring from the most lateral point on one cheekbone’s zygomatic arch to the matching point on the other. “And this is the biocular width,” she added, moving her left hand to span the space between the far corners of his eyelids. “A forensic sculptor would use these measurements as well as others in reconstructing your face.”
    She pressed her fingertips to each spot until Patrick closed his eyes and moaned from the pleasure of her touch. She wanted to moan, as well, because his cock had stirred against her belly, his shaft thickening and rubbing over her sex.
    “I can see why you liked studying this stuff. Who knew the human skull could be such an erogenous zone?”
    “Our study subjects didn’t feel a