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too sensual to be masculine below an aristocratic nose. Her gaze reached his eyes, and her breath exploded from her lungs. He was magnificent. Her body ached, for what she didn’t know, but even in the tub she felt her own juices flood her sex.
    Allowing free rein to the unfamiliar wanton feelings he stirred in her, she stood before him naked. Hoping for what? She wasn’t sure, certainly not the tick in his clenched jaw. His lack of response was … mortifying.
    Jess dropped her gaze first, suddenly self-conscious, embarrassed, and exposed. She had never felt want before, but she had felt rejection. This stung just as it should, she supposed. She had offered herself to him and he hadn’t even said anything, offered anything. He hadn’t shown any emotion at all. She could feel the blush rising up her cheeks. Why was he just standing there like that?
    “Do you mind?” she asked. Thankfully, her voice still worked despite her suddenly dry mouth. She nodded at the towels still sitting on the shelf behind him. He didn’t move, just continued to stare down at her. She finally looked up at his face again. There was an emotion, fleeting. It looked like regret, but perhaps it was disgust or, worse, pity. She quickly dropped her eyes back down.
    He forced her to reach past him for a towel, which brought her breast into contact with his thigh just above the knee. He sucked in a swift breath, jumping away from the contact as if she’d burned him. He finally stepped away from the bath and out of the room. Tears sprang into Jess’s eyes, and she was grateful that he had shut the door behind him when he left.
    She couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down her face at her shame and humiliation. Had she completely misread everything? It wasn’t as if she had a lot of experience, or any experience. Maybe what she thought was attraction to her was simply his curiosity about her. He had been a perfect gentleman. He must have really brought her here to talk. She had no doubt that meant he wanted to question her about the anomalies he had seen from her at the academy. He had never done anything to indicate that he would welcome her throwing herself at him like it was prom night. He was probably horrified at her forwardness.
    Jess took a few moments to steel her resolve. She availed herself of one of the plush robes that hung on the door hooks. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she gathered her battered pride, lifted her chin, and squared her shoulders. Then she opened the door and walked into the living area.

Chapter Five
     
    There was nothing in the world Shane wanted more than to sink into Jess’s warm, silken flesh. Her innocent siren song in the bath had called to him as no other had ever called to him. The unexplained dentes punching into his mouth had tied his hands as well as his tongue. That moment represented the closest Shane had ever come to losing control. She was breathtaking. Perfect.
    All it would have taken for her to break his tenuous control in that moment would have been a word or a touch. He wouldn’t have been able to restrain the beast he’d barely held at bay. He knew that if he had not stepped out of that room when he did, if he had lost control and taken her then and there, he would have terrified her. That was the best outcome he could have hoped for. Seeing her pain at his assumed rejection had torn him apart inside. He had been unable to even offer her a word of comfort with his dentes fully erupted.
    Using his last ounce of common sense he’d, stiffly left the room, shutting the door behind him. Full of self-recrimination, he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, using every ounce of his significant will to refrain from returning to her and carrying her into the bedroom, instead he was slowly dying inside at the sound of her quietly crying behind the door.
    It was there he still sat with his head in his hands as she strode out of the bathroom wearing one of his robes. Jess snatched up the remote