Never in her life had she slept with a man she’d known for such a short time. To do so was reckless, potentially dangerous, and certainly irresponsible. Even factoring in the overwhelming and unprecedented chemistry between them, it was foolish behavior.

Worse than foolish, she admitted, because she very much wanted to be reckless, with him, again.

She would have to consider the matter carefully, as soon as she could get her mind off her body and the incredible pleasure it had experienced under those fast, take-charge hands.

Now he was sailing her back to the waterfront at St. Christopher’s, completely at ease with himself, and with her. She never would have guessed he’d just spent more than an hour engaged in wild, frantic sex.

If she hadn’t been a party to it.

There was no doubt in her mind that what they’d done would further complicate an already horribly complicated situation. Both of them would have to be coldly sensible now, and carefully practical. She did her best to tidy her damp, tangled hair as the wind whipped at it.

Conversation, she decided, to bridge the gap between sex and sensibility.

“How did you get the scars?”

“Which ones?” He tossed the question over his shoulder, but he thought he knew. Most women wanted to know.

“On your chest. They look surgical.”

“Mmm. Long story.” This time he threw a smile back with the look. “I’ll bore you with it tonight.”

“Tonight?”

Oh, he just loved it when her brows buckled together, forming that little concentration line between them. “We have a date, remember?”

“But I . . . hmmm.”

“I confuse the hell out of you, don’t I?”

Annoyed, she slapped at the hair that insisted on blowing over her eyes. “And you enjoy that?”

“Darling, I can’t begin to tell you how much. You keep trying to slip me into one of your slots, Sybill, and I’ll keep sliding back out again. You figured on a fairly safe, one-dimensional urban professional who likes his wine aged and his women cultured. But that’s only part of the picture.”

As he entered the harbor, he dropped the sails, switched to motor. “First glance at you, I have to figure well-bred, well-educated, career-oriented city woman who likes her wine white and her men at a safe distance. But that’s only part of the picture, too.”

He cut the engine, let the boat bump gently at dock. Gave her hair a friendly tug before he climbed out to secure the lines. “I think we’ll both be well entertained while we uncover the rest of the canvas.”

“A continuation of a physical relationship is—”

“Inevitable,” he finished, and offered her a hand. “Let’s not waste time or energy pretending otherwise. We can call it basic chemistry for now.” He tugged her to him the minute her feet hit the dock, and proved his point with one, long fiery kiss. “It works for me.”

“Your family won’t approve.”

“Family approval’s important to you.”