No, he had pulled up a chair instead of climbing on the bed with her and was sitting there devouring biscuits. If he did have indigestion, it wouldn’t surprise her. He’d worked his way through a whole tin, after eating a cheese wedge and an entire cracker sleeve.

“Do you want to go sailing this afternoon?” he asked.

“Sure.” Right after they had sex. “I’ve never been.”

She purposely let marmalade dribble from her cracker down onto her chest. Her barely contained in a bikini, newly burgeoning chest. The sticky orange jelly slid down into her ample cleavage. Damien’s fist closed, crumbling the cracker he was holding to bits.

But he didn’t do a damn thing, not even when she leaned over for a napkin and started delicately blotting herself inches from his nose.

“Oops.” She gave him ample opportunity to come to her assistance with his hand or tongue, whichever method he preferred, but he just shoved another hunk of cheese in his mouth.

Exasperated, she dropped the napkin, marmalade still clinging to her breasts. “Damien, I think in your case, too much knowledge is a bad thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked around a mouthful of Brie.

“You read that pregnancy book and now you see me as some kind of vessel for creation. You’ve lost all sexual interest in me.”

It was gratifying to see his mouth drop completely open, Brie clinging to his tongue, though not as gratifying as him reaching over and untying her top would be.

“You’re kidding, right?” He swallowed the cheese.

A cracker crumb clung to the corner of his mouth, and she wanted to lick it away. “Well, maybe I sounded a little overdramatic, but no, I’m not kidding. I dropped marmalade on my breasts and you didn’t even blink!”

“You did that on purpose?” He looked shocked.

Hello. Of course she did. “Yes. I was trying to entice you, for all the good it did me.”

Damien rubbed his forehead and laughed, his shoulders shaking. “Oh, my God, you’re killing me. You know that? Here I’ve been trying my damnedest not to touch you all day and you’ve been trying to entice me? I’ve only got so much self-control, Mandy, and you’re coming close to using mine up.”

Why was he laughing? Why was he resisting her? “I’ve missed something…Why can’t you touch me? I don’t want you to resist. I want you to get on this bed with me and shag.”

He stopped laughing and gave a strangled groan.

“You don’t find me attractive anymore, do you?” She didn’t mean to say that, but it slipped out. She didn’t want to sound needy or emotional, but she was puzzled and hurt that he didn’t seem to want her anymore. When they got back to New York he was supposed to stop wanting her.