for the door.
She braced her hands on his shoulders as his slipped up under the T-shirt, over the curves at her hips to her sleek ribs. “Sullivan.”
He ignored her warning, kissed her breast through the soft cotton and felt her sigh at the gentle touch. Her scent was a mixture of clean soap and the remnants of his cologne, her skin silky smooth beneath his hands. “Eres preciosa.”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “You don’t fight fair.”
He smiled and moved to her other breast, loving the way she turned molten in his hands whenever he touched her. “Me pones loco.”
She blew out a slow breath. “I’m serious. I need food before you rock my world again.” She bit her lip. “But…okay, tell me. What did you just say?”
“I said you’re beautiful. And you drive me absolutely crazy.”
“Oh. I…oh.”
Speechless. He never would have thought he could reduce her to stuttering. And his chest did that weird tightening thing again.
Oh, hell. He froze. Pete was right. This woman was doing a number on him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d be in over his head before he even realized it.
Overwhelmed by the thought, he pushed up quickly, startling her back a step. When he saw the question in her eyes, he forced a quick grin and smoothed a hand down her shirt, dropping it back in place in what he hoped was a casual move. “I’m sure Pete had the fridge stocked. He’s good with details.”
Her eyes cleared and searched his face with a hint of confusion. He swallowed back the urge to grab her and dive in headfirst without thinking. The only thing that stopped him was the realization that if he did, he could lose all objectivity where she was concerned.
Until they found Tisiphone, he couldn’t let that happen. She’d tilted the playing field by coming to him in the shower, and now it was up to him to make sure they stayed on even ground. She hadn’t been thinking about tomorrow or next week when she’d made her move. She’d been thinking about the here and now and the sexual tension that had been building between them since Milan.
That’s what he needed to think about, too. Not the fact one night with her would never be enough. Not the fact he could easily see her sliding into his life in a more permanent way. Not the fact his heart was damn near tripping over itself while he looked at her.
“Rafe?”
Her soft voice brought him back around. He blinked twice.
“Are you okay? You look kind of…funny.”
He ran a hand over his face. Funny was an understatement. “Just tired. And I think my blood sugar’s a little low, too.” Was his voice shaking? Holy hell.
He coughed. “Why don’t you head down? I’m just going to grab my pants from the bathroom.”
“Okay.” Curiosity lingered in her eyes, but she turned for the door and disappeared without another word.
Alone, he pressed a hand against his heart, closed his eyes and sank to end of the bed before his legs gave out. So much for even ground. He was up to his eyeballs in quicksand.
Lisa stood at the open refrigerator staring into a cavern of food, but she didn’t see any of it. All she saw was Rafe’s bewildered face as he’d looked down at her moments ago.
She’d seen that look before. Hell, she’d given that look before. Just before her world had turned to crap.
She tamped down the jolt of panic that threatened to seize her chest. Okay, she’d read him wrong, that’s all. She was tired and hungry and wasted on the most incredible sex she’d had in…well, forever. Not to mention she was operating on an estrogen binge. It was no wonder her emotions were hovering at the edge. That didn’t mean what she’d seen on his face meant anything at all.
Because, dammit, he hadn’t just looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. And seeing her that way hadn’t, hadn’t scared him shitless.
“Find anything?”
The sound of his husky voice made her breath catch. She turned slowly, almost afraid to look in his dark eyes again. But when she did, the dazed look was gone and that lazy one was back.
He shot her a lopsided grin and reached around her into the fridge. “Thank you, Pete.” He held up a package of steaks. “How hungry are you?”
Suddenly famished. She’d totally misread things upstairs. A relieved smile curled her mouth. “Very.”
“Good. See if you can find makings for a