"Nicolas sat very still just watching her. What he wanted to do was yank her back into the boat and weld their mouths together. Their bodies. He her like he would a drug. He made himself breath. In and out. He could read the desperation in her eyes, the fear. Not of him, him. The tight coil in his belly began to relax. Not giving her time to argue or think, he simply caught her small wrists and lifted her into the boat. "We're adults, remember? Now that we know it can happen, we'll be more careful." He managed a quick, teasing grin. "Until we don't want to be careful." Dahlia swallowed hard. She had courage, he had to give her that. Respect for her grew with every moment in her company. She didn't back away from him, but held her ground. They were both standing up, and she had a long way to look up. "It could happen, Nicolas. You've never seen what pure energy can do, but I have. I generate heat when it happens and fires start. People get hurt." "Have you ever made love to someone, Dahlia?" His voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. She felt the surge of darkness, of danger, something lethal and deadly emanating from him. "No, I've never wanted to get that close to anyone." "Until now." He wanted to hear her say it. At least give him that much. He that much. "Until now," she agreed. Nicolas stepped away from her, sank back into position. "Thanks for not pushing me into the water. You must have thought about it." "Don't give me too much credit." She made her way to the motor. "I wasn't certain if I shoved, you'd fall."