As the sensual clamoring in her body receded, she became conscious of him drawing back. Could he make love to her like that if he felt nothing for her? The question sounded in Lillie's brain like a discordant chord. She tried to shrug it off, wanting to savor the moment. But after their conversation in the kitchen, the query couldn't be dismissed. Maybe it's just lust after all, an inner voice suggested, the words sharp through her sensual fog. Her stomach tightened in protest. She licked dry lips. Did he care for her at all? The questions burned in her brain. It had to be said. She had to know. "Do you feel anything for me?" Her voice sounded breathless and scared to her own ears. Luke turned toward her, his face guarded and ironic in the dim light. "Honey, you're too smart to ask that question after what we've just shared." "I don't mean...sex." She ducked her head, feeling tremendously exposed.
