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I?” He frowned. “Didn’t you?”
    “Of course I did.” Bree curled her upper lip. “You were the one who stopped.”
    “Because of the bloody part, not you.” Sitting back on his heels, he crossed his arms over his chest as if he expected an argument.
    Fat chance of that. His biceps bulged so much his tat danced, turning her brain to mush. A moment passed before Bree could collect her thoughts. “You want to continue then?” She sure as hell did.
    David lowered his face to hide his smile. “Yes and no.”
    Bree stopped pushing her strap down her biceps. “You’re not sure?”
    “I’m positive I want to continue, though not here or now. It’s too hot. There’s too much in the way.”
    Bree would have suggested they move to the bed, except that wouldn’t have solved the heat problem unless she put ice cubes on the sheets. “Where and when?” she asked, feeling bold.
    Okay, maybe a little desperate too. Not because he seemed ready to bolt and she needed to stop him. David appeared to genuinely want her, at least for the moment, while Bree couldn’t wait to be in his arms again.
    “After I put this thing together.” He gestured to the parts. “We can have dinner afterwards, enjoy ourselves.”
    “Where?”
    “Do you like surprises?”
    Only if they were good. She’d had enough lousy ones to last a lifetime, including the sudden transfer here and her last boyfriend cheating on her. “Will I like it?”
    “Absolutely.”
    His smile reached his eyes. Hell, it seemed to pour from his soul. Unless Bree was very wrong about David, he appeared to be a genuinely decent man, not a player or a con trying to get her into bed. There was little need of that, was there? Bree had already proved how willing she was when it came to sex with him.
    She peeled a rubber disc off her calf and tossed it into the pile with the others. “Count me in. Let’s get this sucker put together.”
    The faster they worked, the quicker dinner would come, along with their carnal dessert.
     
    Delaying what they’d both wanted had been the hardest thing he’d ever done and the right decision. David wasn’t looking for a fast fuck with Bree simply to relieve himself. He wasn’t that kind of man. More importantly, it wouldn’t have satisfied. When they’d been kissing, he couldn’t seem to get close enough, touch her as much as he wanted, get his fill of her scent. The harder he tried to sate himself, the more deprived he’d felt, wanting more. Fuck it, he needed everything.
    The heat hadn’t helped, making him even more feverish. So many screws and other parts had dug into his knees and shins, the pain had finally killed his pleasure. Better to wait, treat them both to a nice night … an intimate surprise David had thought about while their tongues had been playing with each other.
    “Thanks.” He took the ice water from Bree, downed half of it then went to work.
    With the instruction manual in both hands, she flapped it up and down to fan him.
    David grinned at how silly and wonderful she looked. “I knew that was good for something.”
    “Call it Yankee ingenuity.”
    “If you say so.” He tightened a screw and grabbed another part. “But what are you going to do when I need to check the diagram to see if I’m putting this thing together correctly?”
    Bree stopped, dropped the manual on the floor, and went to the counter where her laptop was.
    He arched one eyebrow. “Think Google has the answer?”
    “Nope.” She lifted a piece of pasteboard from behind the laptop and returned.
    The breeze she created with the board clearly outdid what she’d accomplished with the manual. He sighed in pleasure. “Brilliant.”
    Bree cooed, “I knew my work was good for something.”
    “Your work?” David lowered the pieces he was trying to fit together. “Is that your marketing stuff? Hand it over, I want to see.” He reached for it.
    She pulled the board away, embarrassment flooding her face, the same as when he’d