She also noted the way the women around them gawked.
Julian was right. It wasn't normal. But then, how often did a man like him appear in the flesh? A man who oozed such raw sexual attraction?
The man was a walking pheromone.
And now a hero.
But most of all, he was a great mystery to her. There was a lot about him she was dying to know. And one way or another over the next month, she was going to learn it.
When they reached the Praline Factory on the top floor, Grace bought two fudge-pecan pralines and a Coke.
Without thinking twice, she held a praline up for Julian.
Instead of taking it from her hand, he leaned forward and took a bite while she held it.
He savored the sugary confection in a way that drove heat through her body, while those searing blue eyes stared at her as if he were wishing she were what he feasted on.
"You were right," he said in that low tone that sent shivers over her. "It is delicious."
"Wow," the female clerk said from across the counter. "That's some accent you got there. You must not be from around these parts."
"No," Julian said. "I'm not."
"So where you from?"
" Macedonia."
"Is that out in California?" the girl asked. "You look like one of those surfer types who hang out on the beach."
He frowned. " California?"
"He's from Greece," Selena supplied for the girl.
"Ah!" the girl said.
Julian arched a censoring brow at her. " Macedonia isn't-"
"Buddy," Selena said around her mouthful of praline, "around here you'd be lucky to find anyone who would know the difference."
Before Grace could respond to Selena's harsh words, Julian placed his hands on her waist and brought her right up against his steely chest.
He leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, then gently stroked her lip with his tongue.
Her head swam from the tender embrace.
He deepened his kiss an instant before releasing her and stepping back.
"You had sugar on your bottom lip," he explained with a devilish smile that displayed his dimples to perfection.
Grace blinked, amazed at how hot and cold his touch made her. "You could have just said something."
"True, but my way was far more enjoyable."
She couldn't argue that.
Quickly, she stepped away from him and tried to ignore Selena's knowing smile.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" Julian asked unexpectedly as he fell in by her side.
"I'm not afraid of you."
"No? Then what scares you so? Every time I come near you, you cringe."
"I'm not cringing," Grace insisted. Damn, was there an echo?
He reached out to put his arm around her. Grace quickly sidestepped him.
"You're cringing," he said pointedly as they got back on the escalator.
Even though she was on the step below, he braced his arms on each side of her, then leaned his head close to her own. His presence surrounded her, enveloped her, and made her strangely giddy and warm.
She stared at the strength of his tense, tanned hands on the belt behind hers. The way the veins stood out to emphasize the power and beauty of them. Like the rest of him, his hands and arms were gorgeous.
"You've never had an orgasm, have you?" he whispered in her ear.
Grace choked on her praline. "This is not the place to talk about it."
"That's it, isn't it?" he asked. "That's why-"
"That's not it," she interrupted him. "As a matter of fact, I have."
Okay, it was a lie, but he didn't have to know that.
"With a man?"
"Julian!" she snapped. "What is it with you and Selena that you think you can discuss my personal life out in public?"
He dipped his head lower, down to her neck so close that she could feel his breath falling against her skin, smell the warm, clean scent of him. "You know, Grace. I can give you pleasure the likes of which you can't imagine."
A shiver went over her. She could easily believe that.
It would be so easy to let him prove those words.
But she couldn't. It would be wrong, and no matter what he said, it would bother her. And deep down, she suspected it bothered him, as well.
She leaned back ever so slightly and met his gaze. "Has it ever occurred to you that I don't want it?"
He looked shocked by her words. "How can that be?"
"I told you. The next time I get intimate with a man, I want more than just his necessary parts involved. I want his heart."
Julian stared hungrily at her lips. "I can assure you, you wouldn't miss it."
"Yes I would."
Flinching from her as if she'd slapped him, he straightened.
Grace knew she'd struck another nerve. Wanting to discover more about him, she turned to look up at him. "Why is it so important to you that I give in? Does something happen to you if I don't comply?"