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picking and choosing the appropriate words. “I think I’ll hold off on all this just yet. What you’re offering is very generous, and I appreciate that, but —”
    He furrowed his brows, and pushed off the bench. “When things go sour between us, where will that leave you, right?”
    He’d read her mind. “I didn’t say that.”
    “You didn’t need to. It’s written all over your face.” He looked past her and raked a hand through his hair. “Look, I meant what I said last night. I’m going into this with the intent to make it work. But I don’t think we’re on the same page.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest and dropped her feet to the floor of the boat. “What’s that mean?”
    “It means that I think that you think…” He closed the distance between them, then knelt in front of her and ran the back of his knuckles along her arm. “Don’t write us off before we have a chance to get started.”
    “I’m not.”
    He gently caressed her — glided his fingers over her shoulder, played with the tie of her bikini top, and ignited a flare of sexual heat inside her. With his big body hovering close, the scent of him, and his soft touch, she couldn’t think straight.
    “Then what are you afraid of?” he asked and trailed his fingers along her cheek, then stroked her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
    “Nothing,” she lied. While she’d burned for his touch for four long months, she feared it as well. What it would do to her, to her emotions.
    After this morning’s conversation with Darci, she’d told herself she would no longer psychoanalyze her relationship with Luke, and decided, instead, that fun would be her new buzz word. Fun was what this was supposed to be. The seriousness, the sincerity and intensity in his eyes had said something entirely different. Luke wasn’t out for just fun and games. He honestly thought they could make a relationship work. Jenna didn’t. She knew better. Commitment led to nothing but heartbreak and headaches. Maybe Luke wasn’t like her father or her ex, but she wasn’t willing to take a chance and let him prove otherwise. Damn, she was psychoanalyzing things. Again.
    He took her chin between his fingers and swayed forward. Unable to stop herself, she did too.
    “Are you sure?” he asked and brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. “Last night, I had the impression you wanted to date me. Now I’m wondering if dating is the last thing on your mind.” He trailed feathery kisses along her jaw until he reached her ear. “What’s on your mind, Jenna? What do you really want from me?”
    Sex. That’s what she wanted. Hot and raw. Sweaty and primitive. Never in her life had she wanted or desired anyone as much as she did Luke.
    With his breath burning a path down her throat, his firm, but gentle lips, sending goose bumps along her arms and legs, she wasn’t worried about rejection. She worried about the emotions Luke evoked. Lust, she could handle. The other emotions, the ones that would mess with her head and heart, made her want to belly flop into the lake. If only she could keep him focused on the physical side of their relationship, they could share a hot, summer fling. One she’d keep locked in her memory, and when needed, conjure up on the coldest and loneliest of nights.
    He moved his lips across her forehead, down her nose, then to her mouth. He hovered there, so close, but not touching. His breath came in short, hot puffs, searing her lips and making her ache for his kiss. Moisture pooled between her thighs. Her nipples grew hard and tingled for his touch.
    She nudged her nose against his and latched onto his biceps. He drew his mouth back, only a fraction, but with the sexual tension coursing through her body, the space between them felt as wide as the Grand Canyon.
    “Look at me,” he coaxed and ran his hand over her shoulders, then brushed the side of her breast. She sucked in a breath and forced her gaze from his lips.
    What