Luke(26)

She'd changed her mind. Good. Great. At least one of them had come to their senses. But he hadn't taken two steps off the porch, toward his car, when the door whipped open behind him.

"Hi," she said breathlessly, pushing her long, glorious hair out of her face.

"Hi."

"You're just in time. I can't reach the box of checks, could you…?"

Then he was staring at her very fine ass because she'd grabbed his hand and was tugging him down the hall and back into the very storage room in which he'd nearly lost his mind with her earlier that day. "I've got to tell you, Faith, this is becoming my favorite room in the place."

"There," she said, dropping his hand and pointing to a shelf high above him. "Could you…?"

But his gaze was locked on what she wore. Or on what she didn't wear. "Um … huh?"

"Oh, never mind." And right before his eyes, she started climbing the shelves.

Shamefully, it took him a long moment to stop her, but that's because he was busy absorbing the thin T-shirt that came to the tops of her thighs, a shirt that looked as if it had seen better days. The neckline, torn a little, left one creamy shoulder completely bare, the hem allowed him to gaze upon long, long, lean legs, all the way down to … her bunny slippers.

Then she got to his eye level and shot him a jaw-dropping view of white bikini panties with pink hearts on them.

"Forget you saw these," she said, still climbing.

He concentrated on not swallowing his tongue. "The bunny slippers or the hearts?"

"Oh, damn. Close your eyes!"

Yeah, right. He had them wide open. He'd never met a woman like her; so adorable he wanted to gobble her up, and so naturally, wildly sensual at the same time. "Faith, get back down here. I can—"

"Almost got them." She reached out, then her hand wavered, in tune to the utter loss of color from her cheeks. "Oh, damn," she whispered again.

"Faith—" But she wasn't listening and she was going to fall, so he did what any man would have done, he wrapped his arms around her thighs, pressed his face to her butt and pulled her away from the shelves.

The box of checks came tumbling down.

So did the two of them, though Luke managed to cushion her fall for her—with his body.

"Ouch," he said from flat on his back, with her sprawled over top of him.

She turned over to face him. "You didn't have to play He-man. I told you, I almost had them."

"You were going to fall."

"No, I wasn't. At least not until you reminded me I was wearing bunny slippers."

"And panties with hearts on them," he pointed out.

Faith ignored that and wondered why it felt so good to be sprawled over top of him. "I should have just gotten the ladder myself. And worn heels. Then I could have reached the checks."

"What if you'd known I was coming? What would you have worn then?" Visions of lace and silk danced in his head.

"Armor."

Face-to-face, body-to-body, he lifted his head off the floor and searched her expression for a clue to her thoughts. "The bunnies are as much a turn on as the heels would have been."

She eyed him as if he were an alien.

He laughed with the woman he wanted to take to bed—a first. Feeling good, feeling sure of himself, he slid his hands down her body to her hips. "Really."

Her lips quirked as she studied his face. "You're a sick man, Luke Walker."

Tugging her a little off balance so that more of her was sprawled over more of him, he buried his face in her hair. "Did you mean it, Faith?"

"Did I mean what?"

Gently he lifted her head to look into her eyes. "About being together."

She didn't play coy and ask what that meant exactly. She knew. "I, uh, meant it at the time."

"At the time?"

"Yeah." She backed off him, sat cross-legged on the floor and clasped her fingers together, staring down at the chewed-to-the-quick nails. "Ever since I said it, I've been telling myself it was silly, you couldn't really want me. That I'd been too bold, that I'd scared you off. That you were afraid of me. Or didn't know how to reject me kindly. Or maybe—"

He shut her up with his mouth.

With a little squeak of surprise, then a moan of acquiescence that nearly killed him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Are we insane?" she asked.

"Without a doubt," he assured her, and leaned in.

Only to jerk back at the pounding on the clinic door. They both leapt to their feet.

"I'll get it," Luke said, pushing her behind him. "You stay here."

"Don't be ridiculous. This is my clinic, I'm going—"

"It's dangerous," he said, thinking of the hospital, and how they'd had a rash of crazy punks trying to get drugs from the lockup late at night. At least there they had an armed guard, but here Faith had no one to protect her. "Just let me go see—"

"No." She grabbed a doctor's white lab coat from a hanger and shrugged into it, covering that hot little bod except for those silly slippers. "Say another word about these slippers and you're dead meat."