Her body was absolutely golden. She imagined that if she had the energy to open her eyes and look, she’d see it glow in the dark.

It was just as she’d said before. Once the man stopped thinking, he did a fine job of things.

“You aren’t cold, are you?” His voice was muffled and sleepy.

“I doubt I’d be cold if we were lying naked on an ice floe heading for Greenland.”

“Good.” He shifted, settled in. “Let’s just be here for a little while yet.”

“Just don’t fall asleep on top of me.”

He made some sound, and nuzzled. “I like the way your hair smells.”

“Sawdust?”

There’s some of that. It’s nice enough. And there’s a hint of lemon with it.”

“It’s probably the shampoo I stole from Patty.” Her body was waking up again, and she began to take more notice to the way he fit against her, the way their legs were tangled. Even as interest began to stir, she also noticed the sheer weight of him.

“You’re heavier than you look.”

“Sorry.” He tucked an arm under her and rolled. “ Better?”

“It wasn’t so bad before.” But, now that he mentioned it, it was better to be able to cross her arms over his chest and look down at his face. It was so damn pretty, that face, that she didn’t even mind, for now, the smug way his lips were curved. “I have to say, Shawn, you’re better at the entire business than I figured on.”

He opened his eyes. The blue of them was dreamy again. “Well, I’ll admit to having some practice over the years.”

“I won’t complain about that, but there’s a problem just the same.”

“Is there?” He picked up a lock of her hair, twined the curl of it around his finger. “And what would it be?”

“Well, my idea, originally, was that we’d have sex.”

“I recall you mentioning it.” He let the curl unwind, then fall, then chose another. “And I have to admit, a fine idea it was.”

“That was the first part. I mentioned as well that I was looking to do that in order to get this urge I had for you out of my system.”

“I recall that as well. An itch, you said.” He ran his nails lightly down her back. “I’ve done my best to scratch it for you.”

“You did, and I’d never deny it. But that’s the problem part.” Watching him, she trailed a finger along his collarbone, up the side of his neck. And watched his lashes flutter until his eyes were a slit of blue behind them.

“Well, what’s your problem, then, O’Toole?”

“You see, it hasn’t appeared to work, as yet. It seems I’ve still got this itch. So we’ll just have to have sex again.”

“If we must, we must.” He sat up, taking her with him. “Let’s have a shower and a meal first, then we’ll see what can be done.”

Chuckling, she laid her hands on his cheeks. “We’re still friends, too, aren’t we?”