his head and smiled softly down at her. For a second, she drank him in. He was never so beautiful as when he’d just climaxed. His eyes were brighter, his sensitive mouth relaxed. His thick dark lashes blinked lazily. “Olivia,” he said as if she’d done something to amuse him. “What?” she asked him defensively. “You’re organizing your thoughts again. Trying to force everything, immediately, to make a sense you’re comfortable with.” “It’s what I do.” He kissed her lips so gently her mouth might have been the holy grail. “Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you. Just let it be until tomorrow.” She searched his sleepy eyes. He seemed a little rueful, but not afraid. Whatever he was going to tell her, it wasn’t too terrible. The tension that had taken hold of her ribcage eased. “All right,” she surrendered. “Go ahead and enjoy your post-coital nap.” As he laid his cheek against her breast in his favorite spot, she felt him grinning.