He slid her an amused look, then abandoned his search, hooked an arm around her neck and hauled her in. “Well…I did just burn off a good amount of calories.”
“Yes. Yes, you did.” She felt her cheeks heat. “That was, um…”
His eyes were hot. “Fun?”
“Very. And…”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Good.” And amazing. And brain-cell destroying. And off the charts…“
His smile was slow and wickedly sweet, and also wickedly naughty as he backed her up until the wall hit her back. Plastering a hand on either side of her face, he dipped down so that they were at the same eye level. “And that wasn’t even my best work.”
She was turned on and turned upside down by him, but it was so much more than that. He made her laugh, which was possibly the most attractive thing of all. “No?”
“Definitely not.” He kissed her jaw and made his way up to her ear, which he gently sucked into his mouth, making her eyes cross. “I’m starving and tired,” he murmured. “But when this is all over and we’ve slept for about two straight days?” He laughed low and sexy in his throat. “I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
The thought made her knees wobble. “When this is over, I’ll be busy at work.”
“Twenty-four seven?”
She pulled back and met his gaze, which was steady and sure. He was always steady and sure, she knew.
“So maybe you’ll find a few hours here and there for me.”
“Is that all you need, Jase? A few hours?”
“Hell, Lizzy…” He ran a hand down her body, squeezing her hip, flashing a little smile. “I don’t know what I’m doing or where I’m going, but I’ll take whatever time there is until I figure it out.”
“In bed?”
He laughed again, softly against her skin. “Now you’re just teasing me.”
The idea of staying in his bed until further notice was intriguing and bone melting, but she knew herself. She knew how she felt about him after only one day. After a few weeks, or whatever he had, she’d have given him her body and heart in unison, and it would kill her. “I want to get moving.”
“I take it that’s a no.”
“Jase.” She sighed. “It has to be.”
“So last night didn’t do anything for you then?”
She thought of how many times he’d made her come, and felt her body respond to just the memory. “There’s more than just sex.”
“Are you dumping me, Lizzy?” he asked softly.
Her heart caught. “Well, it is my turn.”
“I never dumped you.”
“Rejected me, then.”
“And I most definitely never rejected you.”
“Ran scared,” she amended.
“Now that…” He leaned in for another kiss. “That’s the honest truth.” He rubbed his lips over hers. “Luckily, I don’t run scared anymore. From anything.”
“No?” She put her hand to his chest to hold him off. And to touch him. God, she was so mixed up. “Well, apparently that’s my thing now.”
His eyes lifted from her mouth and met hers. “So you really are going to run scared.”
His tone suggested the ridiculousness of that, but it didn’t make it not true. She
Letting her get away with that, he turned back for a deeper foray into the cupboards and she let out a breath. When he came up with a can of ravioli, she shook her head.
“Trust me,” he said. “I’ve eaten a lot worse for breakfast.”
She supposed he had and, looking into his face, which happened to take her breath, she found herself once again marveling at the man he’d become.
“I want to see where this takes us, Lizzy,” he said, finding a can opener and two spoons.
“Hopefully straight to Cece.”
“Not the raft,” he said, handing her a spoon. “You and me. I want to see this thing through.”
“Where it’s going to go is you going back to your job, and me to mine.”
“So black and white, then. No gray?” He fed himself a big bite of cold ravioli, and then her.
She chewed it down and shuddered. “Not when it comes to playing with my emotions.”
His smile faded. “You think I’d play with your emotions?”
“Not on purpose, no.”
He stared at her, then released a low breath. “Okay, so you really let them pull a number on you.”
“Who?”
“Everyone and anyone who’s gone in and out of your life without care. Pick one.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? So you’re not this careful and guarded because you’ve never been hurt? Because you don’t feel you can trust anyone?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Your parents left you.”
“They died!”
“Still hurts,” he said very quietly. “Still sucks. And they died, leaving a kid to raise a kid.”
“I was an adult.”
“Barely.”
“Jesus, what’s the matter with you?” She stared at him, then turned her back, hugging herself. “I said we’re done and you have to psychoanalyze it? You’ve never been turned down for a second date?”
“Technically, we didn’t have a first date,” he pointed out, pulling her back around to face him. “Your sister is in constant-need mode, so you can’t count on her. Who do you lean on, Lizzy?”
She told herself she didn’t understand where this was going, even as the anger welled up and nearly choked her. “You really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?”
“So you don’t use your fierce independence to sabotage your own happiness at every turn?” he asked. “You like counting on only yourself?” “It’s worked for me, all right?” She hugged herself tight, unhappy that she’d ever opened up to him. “And I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. We slept together for one night. It was practically an accident.”
He raised a brow. “So you accidentally came three times?”
She struggled for words as she felt the heat flood her face. “We’re only here, together, because I needed a ride.”
“Lame, Lizzy.”
Yeah, it was. And a cheap shot. “Okay, so I needed more than a Jeep, and you’ve been…helpful.”
“Helpful.”
“Indispensable,” she corrected. “But regardless of what comes next, there’s no future between us.”
In the thick silence that fell after that statement, they pulled on the rest of their rain gear and went outside, not touching, not talking.
Third Avenue was nearly unrecognizable, thanks to the raging river flowing down it. The rain pounded the raft and the water around them, making it sound like they were in a rain forest. There were no cars, no people, nothing but Mother Nature still on her tirade.
“You think Cece’s at your place?” Jason finally asked.
“I just don’t know why she hasn’t called.” And that was the rub, the crux, the basis for the knot of worry in Lizzy’s throat. If Cece had gotten out, if she’d gotten somewhere safe, she would have called by now.
