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overpowered air conditioning. But the need for warmth didn’t explain why her nipples were beaded into hard knots or why her pussy throbbed and ached against the firm muscles of his ass.
    Even in sleep, her body had sensed and submitted to Tony’s sexual magnetism.
    Thank God she’d managed to scoot away without him being any the wiser. Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough that her mother had sent them a basket of sex toys. She couldn’t bear to seal her humiliation by actually hitting on him, even it if it was in her sleep.
    At the very least, she thought, as she rode the elevator up to their room, she would have no difficulty convincing her parents and their friends of her attraction. And Tony had already proven his ability to convincingly fake it.
    She slid the card key in the door and wiped her sweaty face with the hem of her T-shirt. She pushed open the door and her heart rate immediately spiked at the sight that greeted her.
    Tony stood in the middle of the room clad only in a towel, evidently having just stepped from the shower. Beads of water slid down the silky dark skin of his chest, disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist. His forearm flexed as he flipped through channels on the remote, and Lauren was mesmerized by the play of muscle under flesh from such a ridiculously ordinary motion.
    Unconsciously, she licked her lips as another bead slid from his damp, slicked-back hair, pausing on his neck before traveling down the slope of shoulder.
    “Are you okay? You look flushed.”
    Her gaze snapped to his face and he greeted her with a friendly smile, as though there was nothing unusual about being in a room together with him practically naked but for a strategically placed swath of terry cloth.
    “It’s already hot out,” she said, hoping that would be adequate explanation for her undoubtedly beet-red face. Of course this was normal, she thought sullenly, trying to cool her body’s overheated reaction. Tony saw her as just one of the guys, right? No doubt he felt no more uncomfortable than he would in the men’s locker room at the gym.
    She twisted open a bottle of water and stomped onto the balcony so she wouldn’t have to look at and lust after his nearly perfect form. What was the big deal, anyway? It wasn’t as though she’d never seen Tony with his shirt off. Hell, she’d even seen him in a bathing suit when they’d gone out to the lake over the summer.
    And every time, lust had raged, but not like this. Somehow this was more intimate. There was actually a bed not ten feet from her. If she were the sort of woman to make the first move, she might strip off his towel with a smooth flick of her wrist, push him back on the bed and climb on for the ride of her life.
    Instead she gulped the icy spring water and contemplated shoving the bottle between her thighs.
    Tony followed her outside, bearing a cup of coffee. She snuck a sidelong glance, noting that he still hadn’t dressed. Mimicking his casual demeanor, she took the cup and sipped, nodding in approval as she tasted just the right amount of milk and sugar. The reminder of familiarity grounded her and she managed not to gape or drool when she turned to face him.
    He leaned back against the railing, arms crossed over his naked chest. His hair was nearly dry, faintly curling around his ears and sweeping off his forehead in that cowlick she so loved. She could smell the scent of soap and his skin, heated from the morning sun, and it took everything she had not to bury her nose in his chest and kiss a path down the soft line of hair bisecting his abdomen.
    But, while he smelled intoxicating, she knew she didn’t. Even though she and Tony had worked out together dozens of time, she was suddenly embarrassed by the sweaty, smelly mess she presented. She quickly finished her coffee and said, “I’m going to shower and we can go get breakfast.” She prayed he’d be dressed by the time she got out of the shower.
     
    They were entering