Page 55 of Critical Doubt

"I can't blame you for that. I can't imagine what you see when you look at me."

A smile curved her lips. "Sometimes, I see a man in pain, someone who's haunted. But I also see the man who made me want to be reckless, daring, and more impulsive than I'd ever been in my life. You might not believe this, Ryker, but I had never ever picked up a guy in a bar and slept with him the same night—not before you. But it was like you cast a spell over me. I was so caught up in your smile, in your charm, and in your moves…"

A smile crossed his lips. "I had some good moves."

"Really good. And the way you kissed—it was like we were on fire." She paused. "It was like that earlier today." She licked her lips, and his whole body tightened.

"Man, don't do that; you're killing me," he groaned.

"Then I better do something about that." She pressed her mouth against his.

And just like that, the fire was back. He was lost from the first touch of her mouth, and he wanted to savor every second. He wanted her to feel what he was feeling, so he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her parted lips, feeling like he'd found home in the warm cavern of her mouth.

Sweet Savannah… Sexy Savannah…HisSavannah.

He hadn't known her name before. Now he wanted to shout it from the rooftop. He'd found her again, and he didn't want to let her go. He wanted to keep this feeling, this moment. He wanted to keep it going forever. And she seemed to feel the same way, as they kissed, then kissed again, their hands roaming as they molded their bodies closer together.

It wasn't enough. He wanted to strip away their clothes and throw her down on the bed. He wanted to give her pleasure and make her crazy, the way he'd done before. And he wanted her to do the same to him.

And then he heard knocking.

For a moment, he thought it was his mind once again flipping out on him.

Then Savannah broke away. "Door," she said breathlessly.

The knock came again, followed by a male voice. "Room service."

"Oh, hell," he muttered.

She laughed. "I thought you were hungry."

"For you."

She flushed. "You'll have to settle for turkey sandwiches and pie." She slid out of his grasp and walked across the room. After checking the peephole, she opened the door.

The waiter pushed in a cart and set up their food on the small table by the window. Savannah signed for the meal, and then they were alone again.

His heart was still racing, and he wanted to take up where they'd left off, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen. And maybe it shouldn’t happen.

Damn! He'd never thought that before. But this was Savannah, and whatever was between them was more than a little complicated.

"It smells good," she said, lifting the lid on one of the plates. "Ooh, the fries look amazing."

"So, we're really going to eat now?" He had to ask just in case he was misreading her.

"I think we should," she replied, taking a seat, not really meeting his gaze. "We were getting a little carried away."

"A little," he agreed. "But it was…good."

She finally looked at him, desire still written in her eyes, but it was also mixed with determination. "Yes, it was good. But it's over."

"For now."

"Maybe for more than just now."

He could see her slipping away. "Reality is back," he said soberly.

"We have a lot going on, a lot to figure out."

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