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Determined to be careful, Callie nudged his knees apart and stepped between them. The warmth of his thighs pressing in on her legs spread throughout her body, awakening the sensations of life she'd thought gone for good. She'd not even considered ever finding another man attractive, but as she cleaned Patric up, the man she found beneath the shadows intrigued her.

She shaved off the last section of hair and inspected her handy work. "I'll need to moisturize it."

His eyes snapped open. "Do what you have to."

Callie kept her gaze on him as she twisted the lid off a jar of cream. The lotion felt cool on her hands as she rubbed her palms together. When she finally pulled up enough courage to touch him, the sensations nearly knocked her over. Wanting to make quick work of it and be done, Callie rubbed the cream on his smooth skin.

"Easy there. It's hard, but still has feeling," Patric said, his voice raspy.

Her hands stilled when he reached up and covered them. Patric urged her fingers to move beneath his, and Callie wanted to sigh out loud. She stared at his hands covering hers as their fingers locked together in their motions.

A moment later, he jerked his hands away and pushed her from between his legs. "I can do this," Patric snapped.

Watching the rise and fall of his chest, she didn't have to wonder if he'd been as affected as her. However, she wasn't at all comfortable with his reaction.