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head with a pretty beaded clip, though he had a feeling that with one tug of his fingers, the entire glorious mass would fall. Already long wavy tendrils were hanging in her face, which had flushed prettily.
    Because of him? Testing that theory, he pushed away from the wall and moved close, cocking his head when she backed up a step and hit the counter.
    Hmm. Interesting.
    She put her hands behind her to grip the counter, which suited him perfectly because it thrust out her upper body very nicely. Specifically, her breasts.
    â€œYou’re crowding me,” she said.
    â€œAm I?” Stepping even closer, he put his handsover hers on the tile and promptly got lost in the depths of her shimmering eyes, which displayed…nerves? “You’re…not afraid of me.”
    â€œOf course not.”
    â€œBut I make you nervous.”
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous—” She caught his lifted brow and let out a pent-up breath that blew a piece of hair off her face at the same time. “Okay, maybe just a little nervous, but only when you look at me like…like that. ”
    â€œLike what?”
    â€œLike you’re dying of thirst and I’m a long, cold drink of water.”
    He decided he liked that, a lot more than he should. “What, exactly, are you saying?” he asked in a perverted need to hear her spell it out.
    â€œI’m saying you fry my brain cells at an alarming rate. Clear enough?”
    â€œCrystal.” And he was quite certain it shouldn’t arouse him.
    He wanted to scoop her up and lose himself in her. How was it she was so completely irresistible to him after only days?
    â€œI’m busy,” she said, clearly having not decided, as he had, that this attraction was a good thing.
    Oh, yeah, he had a lot of convincing to do. He stroked his hands up her arms and felt her shiver.
    â€œGo away and let me work,” she said, a little less forcefully. “Before I decide to charge you more for the conversation.”
    â€œWe’re not talking.” It took nothing to dip his head and inhale the scent lingering on the skin just beneath her ear. Shampoo and soap only, he thought breathing in deeply. No fancy perfumes for this woman. He loved that. “I fry your brain cells? Really?”
    With another little shiver, goose bumps appeared on her skin, and proved he wasn’t alone in this attraction.
    Good, because he couldn’t tear himself away.
    â€œYou know you do,” she whispered, gasping when he connected his mouth with the creamy skin of her throat.
    She put her hands to his chest, probably to shove him away, but before she could, he slid his hands over hers, holding them against his chest because he liked the feel of them there.
    â€œI said you fried my brain cells.” She swallowed hard, staring at her hands on him. “Not that I liked it.”
    â€œIf you don’t, why are you letting me touch you?”
    She stared at him. Then laughed. “I…don’t know.”
    â€œAre you going to deny you like my touch?”
    â€œRyan—”
    He slid one of his hands up her soft throat to cup her jaw. “We never talked about that night, Suzanne. About what happened between us.”
    â€œWe were cold and wet. It was dark, and I was scared. We kissed. The end.”
    â€œNot the end.”
    â€œOkay, you’re right. You saved my life. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Now it’s the end.”
    Slowly he shook his head while his thumb stroked her jaw, stopping to outline her full lower lip, which trembled and fell open. “Something happened between us,” he said quietly. “You know it.”
    She licked her lips, and a vision of him exploring her mouth with his tongue entered his head and wouldn’t go away.
    â€œThis is such a bad idea. I’ve given up men, you know.”
    It was his turn to stare at her, then laugh.
    â€œI have. Hey, it’s for your