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And why? He didn’t strike her as the sort of guy who needed an invitation to get intimate. Was he having second thoughts?
    Now she had that to worry about, as well as her own nerves. Trying not to think about it, she watched ten minutes or so of the movie, attempting to concentrate on her article. Rusty was still talking to her normally, making her laugh with wry remarks about the actors or their actions, but she wasn’t stupid. Something was holding him back.
    “So what about this one?” she asked eventually.
    He sipped his Coke and looked at her. “Probably better than the last.”
    “Why?”
    He glanced back at the screen. “The young ladies seem to be enjoying it more.”
    “Is that important to you too?”
    “Well, I think watching someone enjoying themselves is more of a turn on than seeing someone wincing.”
    “I guess. For most people.” She smiled. “Out of ten?”
    “Eight.” He sipped his Coke again and grinned. “And a half.” He watched her write it down. “You?”
    “Mm, probably around an eight.” Before she could stop herself, her gaze slid to his jeans. Quite clearly, he was eight-and-a-half out of ten turned on. And yet still he made no move toward her.
    “Let’s try the last one,” she said, getting off the bed. Maybe a bit of girl action would get him going.
    She changed the DVD to On Golden Blonde and climbed back onto the bed. His arm fell naturally around her shoulder, but his fingers had stopped lacing patterns on her skin, and this time he didn’t kiss her. She said nothing, curling up in the circle of his arm, watching as the movie began to play.

Chapter Five
    For the first time, she felt a rush of sexual heat right from the start as the two blonde women started getting it off in the shower. There was no evidence of a plot, and much more subtle music, and the production values were even worse, if that were possible. But for some reason, it seemed much more real because of it, and the two girls actually looked as if they were enjoying themselves.
    “Oh yeah,” said Rusty, the first vocal indication since they’d started watching that he was enjoying himself.
    “You like?”
    He glanced at her before looking back at the screen. “Sweetheart, take it from me, girl-on-girl wins every time.”
    She frowned. “When I asked you what kind of DVD you wanted, you said it didn’t matter.”
    “I lied.”
    “Why?”
    He glanced at her again. “I didn’t want you to think I was…”
    “What?”
    “I dunno. Perverted.”
    She laughed. “That word again. What’s perverted about this?”
    He shrugged. “Some women think it’s weird, a guy liking two girls together.”
    “Really?”
    “Faith, come on. Some women won’t watch porn at all, let alone anything not boy/girl in the missionary position.”
    “I suppose.” She watched the girls on the screen playing with the shower spray, knowing her breathing was quickening and her panties were growing damp. “I don’t understand people who think like that.”
    “And that’s what makes you you, love.” His hand was back to caressing her shoulder, although he still didn’t make a move.
    Why didn’t more women watch porn? And why wasn’t it more easily accessible? Why the hell did the world pretend to frown on it when quite clearly it could be a useful tool for stimulating your love life? She scribbled a few notes on the clipboard. “Out of ten?”
    “Eleven and a half.”
    She laughed, clipped the pen onto the board, and put it down by the side of the bed. “Okay. Enough writing.” She finished off her wine, observing the two blondes kissing and touching each other, watching him watching them. For the moment, his attention was fixed on the screen, and she could see the pulse beating steadily in his neck. The room was warm. His russet hair curled around his temples, and moisture glistened in the hollow at his throat. She was tempted to reach up and lick it, but something stopped her. He was so sexy, so hot, she