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“I’mnever going to allow that.”
“I’mscared.” He admitted and she knew it took a lot for him toadmit to her. “I wondered at one point if I was impotent.”
“And?”
“I don’tknow.”
“Why don’twe find out?” She asked him mildly. “We’ll take itslow.” She repeated slowly. “I want you to trust me.”
“I do,”His hands tightened on hers. “I do.”
“Then come withme to the bedroom.”
Hesitating briefly,he nodded and allowed her to lead the way.
Chapter 7
She took her timewith him and tried to put him at his ease.
“This is nice.”He was stalling and he knew it. “Love the bold colors.”He stood in the middle of the room and looked around.
“I love boldcolors.” She wanted him to be comfortable. “Let meundress you.”
“I think Ican manage it.” He was getting agitated and could feel hisheart hammering inside his chest. This wasn’t a good idea.
“Why don’tyou come over here and let me do it. I want to.”
“Okay.”Taking a deep breath, he did as she suggested, stopping as he cameand stood in front of her. “What now?”
“Just staystill.”
“Okay.”He watched as she started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Most men wouldfeel uncomfortable wearing pink.”
“It’sshell pink.”
He laughed when sherolled her eyes at him.
“As if thatmakes a difference.” He had all the buttons open and wassliding the material off his broad shoulders. She saw when he tensedand searched wildly for something else. “What about fuchsia?”
“What shade isthat?” He knew what she was doing and appreciated it. He couldfeel himself relaxing enough to toe off his shoes.
“Between purpleand red.”
“I don’tthink I have that in my wardrobe.” She was sliding off hisundershirt and he assisted by lifting his hands. She went on her toesto tug it free.
“You do yourown shopping?” She was unbuckling his belt and doing her bestnot to notice the wide chest with the dusting of dark brown hair onhis chest.
“No.” Histeeth were clenched and he felt the tremors when she brushed herfingers against his skin. The sound of the zipper sounded loud in theroom. Looking over her shoulder, he kept his eyes trained on thegreen of the wall.
“A personalshopper?”
“What?”Jerking his head down, he stared at her.
“Do you use apersonal shopper?”
“I – I-something like that. All my stuff is from Horton’s.”
