Oh shit! “Hey, there you are. I didn’t hear the shower stop.” Diana cursed herself silently as soon as she said it. She didn’t need to point out to him that she’d been listening for when he was done.
“I finished and came looking for you. I thought you’d be back asleep.” He looked over at the clean table. “Apparently I didn’t tire you out as well as I thought I did.”
Diana blushed. “You did. I only got up because I heard my phone ringing. I figured the least I could do was start cleaning up.”
He moved closer. “You don’t need to do that. I can think of much better uses for all this extra energy.”
Relieved that he was in a playful mood, Diana put her arms around his waist. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on after his shower, so he was only wearing a pair of loose gym shorts. The scruff that looked so sexy on him was gone now, and he was clean-shaven. It was ridiculous that a man could look so good both ways.
“I’ve never seen you without the beard. You look good. But I definitely like the stubble too.”
“Yeah. I do too. But I noticed the beard marks on your neck. And having the scruff makes it harder for me to do this.” He easily picked her up, then covered her lips with his. By the time he pulled back, Diana was dazed and panting.
“So, who was on the phone?” he asked, all while kissing lightly all over her face.
Diana could barely think, and he wanted to ask her questions. She struggled to remember who had called. Then she remembered that she couldn’t tell him who had called. No way she was putting Charisse in harm’s way.
“I was just checking my messages. I took your advice and texted my friend. She called earlier. I missed it because we were a little occupied.”
“Did she leave one?”
“Leave what?” He was using his tongue on the shell of her ear, and it made it hard to think.
He nipped her softly before saying, “A message.”
Diana looked up into his eyes and stilled. He knew something. Rafe was watching her a little too closely, and there was something in his eyes that warned her to be careful what she said. Because he would be looking for holes in her story.
“No. She’ll probably call back.”
She tried to get down, but he held her in position. The sheet had precariously slipped since he’d picked her up, and she could feel the tip of his dick poking up over the top of his shorts.
His gaze was serious even as his voice was feather soft. “Diana?”
Shit, he was going to call her on her lies. She was toast. “Yeah?”
“I think I’m going to need another shower.”
Her eyes went wide when he rocked his hips and she could feel the outline of his cock. Yes, she’d just said this was not happening again. Yes, she’d never intended to sleep with him in the first place. Yes, this was a dangerous game she was playing.
She could lie to Charisse all she wanted, but lying to herself was a habit she couldn’t abide. She wanted him. Even if that made her hate herself. It was getting nearly impossible to keep track of the lies and who she was supposed to be and when.
Especially when all she really wanted to be with Rafe was herself.
“We could shower together. You know… conserve water.”
He nodded slowly. “Environmentally minded. I like that. And I’m down. But first I’m going to make you scream like this. Then I’m going to show you just a few of the things we missed out on last night in my haste to come inside you.”
He deliberately rocked against her clit again and he’d called it, all right. She did scream.
chapter nine
Diana was lying to him.
Rafe knew it in his bones. And he was the idiot who’d slept with her.
He was supposed to be the guy who could walk away. He was supposed to be the guy who wasn’t affected by any of this shit. But just the knowledge that he’d gotten it wrong twisted him up inside.
Give her a chance. There might be a reason for the lie. Because no doubt about it. She had been lying about checking her messages the morning he’d caught her in the kitchen. He hadn’t called her on it then. Because hell, he was a spy. He knew enough to keep his cards close to his vest until he was ready.