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When she hesitated, he knew. Good. He liked knowing he was in her thoughts when she wasn’t fully in control.

“Nothing much,” she replied, her eyes darting away.

“With moans like that? I’d say it was something pretty amazing.”

Jenna rolled over the other way, threw her legs over the side and offered him her back. “Drop it, Mac.”

Such emotion for someone who wasn’t dreaming of anything major. He was getting to her, already she was thinking of them together. Seducing her would be a cinch. But he didn’t want to just seduce her, he wanted her to come to him.

“Change your clothes.” When she glanced over her shoulder, he added, “You’re hot, you’re uncomfortable and you need to rest. Whatever you brought to sleep in, I think I can handle it.”

After a moment, she nodded. She went to the chest of drawers, got something out and disappeared into the bathroom. A sliver of light slid from beneath the door and Mac had to force himself not to march in there and take what they both wanted. He only had a week, but he’d give her another day to come to terms with the fact they would be sleeping together in every sense of the word. Lying beside her would be a new test in self-control, but this was his Jenna and she deserved to be treated with respect.

So he’d lie here and be the perfect gentleman...for now. This would be completely new territory for him, but he was willing to make the sacrifice for an epic end result.

When Jenna came back out, he couldn’t tell what she’d put on until she passed by the open window and the soft moonlight flickered across her body. The image lasted only a second, but long enough that he was reevaluating this gentlemanly decision. She wore a silk chemise that hugged her every hollow and curve. The lace trim around the dip just above her backside teased him. What would she do if he ran his finger beneath that edge? If he slid one of those thin, silky straps off her shoulder and showed her how good he could make her feel? Would she prefer the real thing to her dreams?

As she slipped in beside him, Mac gritted his teeth and wished like hell he’d opted to sleep on the deck in the hammock. If he left now, though, she’d have the upper hand and he never gave up control that easily.

“Good night, Mac.”

Facing the opposite direction, Jenna slid the sheet up and over her shoulders as if she wanted an extra layer of defense. A sheet and a piece of satin wouldn’t keep him away, but the fact she was so special to him would. Tomorrow was another day and all of this playing around in pretend-lovers’ bliss would get to her. He’d make damn sure of it.

* * *

Okay, she’d done it. She’d made it through one night sleeping next to Mac and she’d even put on the chemise she’d packed. She loved barely there lingerie, it always made her feel sexy. Unfortunately, she’d risked putting silk and lace on with only one man, years ago...and that plan had backfired. She refused to make that mistake again.

Fortunately it had been dark last night and Mac hadn’t seen her. This morning she’d gotten out of bed before him and could sneak off to shower and throw on another sundress before he got up. She’d thought for sure he’d sleep on the pull-out couch when she’d asked him to meet her here. Never would she have thought he’d use this situation to get closer to her...she should’ve known better.

“Tell me we’re going to have a huge lunch after this flower thing because I’m starving.”

Jenna laughed and swatted Mac on the chest as they walked toward the lobby of the resort. She’d received a call that the flowers she’d custom ordered had arrived and were in the walk-in refrigerator in the kitchen. Jenna was so excited to see all the buds and blooms in various colors. Her sister had wanted a variety because she hadn’t been able to narrow down her colors to just a few.

Being able to work with fresh flowers for a wedding was always a joy for Jenna, but to be doing it for her sister was even more thrilling.

Jenna passed through the open entryway to the lobby and glanced to Mac. “You’re always hungry. How do you not weigh five hundred pounds?” Damn men and their flawless metabolism.

“If I’d had more than yogurt and fruit for breakfast I wouldn’t be so hungry.”

“You’re hangry. It’s okay. I get that way myself.”

His brow lifted behind his dark shades. “Excuse me?”

“Hangry. When you’re hungry and angry,” she explained with a shrug as she reached the counter. “I forgive you and I promise to get you a nice meal when we’re done here.”

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