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shiver all over again. She smiled, recalling his shocked expression when she had basically told him she wanted him. He needed closeness. It was as basic as that. He needed companionship, affection, and maybe just a good plain-old fuck. There was a connection there, and she felt it from the first time their lips met. Even her ex-boyfriend hadn’t given her that kind of charge when they were in bed. Casey sent her from zero to sixty on the horny meter with just a kiss. One very hot stimulating kiss.
     
    The bed was huge. She climbed onto the massive piece of furniture that seemed to dwarf her even though she was a good five-eight. The sheets were warm, and the coverlet felt wonderful against her skin. But she felt alone in the big bed. In her opinion, it was meant for two people. Feeling inspired, she jumped off the bed and threw on a pair of short pajamas she found in a drawer. Barefoot, she stepped out to the chilly hardwood floor hallway and headed toward Casey’s room. She opened the door quietly and walked toward the bed that was even bigger than the one in her room. She lifted the edge of the covers, slid underneath the covers, and sought his warmth immediately. She felt him tense as she slipped her arm around his waist. It happened to be the same side that had been injured.
     
    “What are you doing here?” he asked huskily.
     
    “Getting warm.” She pressed her face against his back. “Don’t worry. I won’t take advantage of your person.”
     
    He shook with silent laughter, and she could hear the amusement in his voice when he spoke. “Oh, I am sure you could.”
     
    Ileana tried to slip her hand under the cotton T-shirt. He stopped her quickly with one simple word. “Don’t.”
     
    “I won’t hurt you, Casey,” she said softly and kissed his neck. He shivered in response.
     
    “It’s not pretty, Ileana. I don’t want you to be disgusted by me or by my body,” Casey admitted.
     
    “Life isn’t pretty, and if someone made you feel like less because you were hurt, then it’s their hang-up, not yours or mine.” Ileana felt anger rising in her chest. Not at Casey and being obviously hesitant at being touched, but at the person who had given this hang-up.
     
    He moved his hand off hers. It was a silent approval for her to do what she had started. He was tense again when she slipped her hand under his shirt and touched his skin. Tears pricked her eyes as she felt the skin that was supposed to be smooth all puckered and torn. His flesh was warm as her hands gently caressed his injury, and he slowly relaxed.
     
    “Oh, Casey,” she whispered.
     
    “Don’t pity me . . .   Please, its worse.” His voice was gruff with unshed tears.
     
    “I don’t pity you, Casey. I just know you had to be in so much pain,” Ileana replied gently. “How did it happen?”
     
    “I like that when you look at me, you don’t know who I am.”
     
    Ileana was confused. “Okay. I’m supposed to know who you are?”
     
    “Casey Logan, three-time gold-medal winner in the winter Olympic games.”
     
    “Um, no, but okay, go on.”
     
    Still facing away from her, he said, “I was part of the X Games two years ago, well, the Extreme Games, since you don’t have clue what I am talking about.” He was trying to keep his voice light, she knew, but he was failing miserably. “Anyway, I was going down the final slope, which was a hard run in Switzerland. My board went one way, and I went another. I went down the side of the mountain filled with sharp rocks, and it messed me up.”
     
    “What else happened? Why are you up here by yourself?” Ileana asked. “You’re young and sexy as hell. You should be out driving some sleek-ass expensive car with four women at your side.”
     
    Casey’s laugh was short. “They love the money and the car until you take your clothes off and the side of your body looks like ground beef.”
     
    “Who was she?”
     
    “My ex-fiancée, Marissa, sat by my side all