Sheridan shut the bathroom door then leaned back against it,
fighting for control of her emotions. She'd seen how much Luis wanted her and god help her but she wanted him too.
If he hadn't broke that last kiss..., but he had. And now she was left remembering it and wanting more.
Her lips still burned from where he'd kissed her and her body still ached for his touch. She glanced at herself
in the mirror and wasn't surprised by what she saw. Her lips were swollen from Luis' kisses and her cheeks were
flushed. If his kisses could do this to her then she could only imagine what she would have looked like had they
actually made love.
Sheridan walked toward the shower and flipped the water on cold. Then she threw off her gown and stepped under
the spray. She needed to cool down and fast. If she didn't she was going to go out there and make sure Luis lost
control. She knew he was right about stopping them, but it didn't keep her from wanting him or wishing things hadn't
ended quite so soon.
No man had a right to be that sexy, she thought as she remembered how he'd looked lying on the bed in only a pair
of faded blue jeans. What was he doing now? She wondered if he was remembering their kiss the way she was. She'd
seen the way his eyes darkened when he realized her gown was see-through. Maybe she should have stayed. Maybe if
she hadn't left so hastily, he would have changed his mind and taken her into his arms. Maybe then he would have
made love to her.
Luis heard the shower come on and groaned in agony. She was trying to kill him. He pictured her throwing off her
gown and stepping under the spray. He had gotten a pretty good glimpse of her body before and he knew what she
would look like naked. He pictured the water running sensuously down her body. His hands itched to follow it's
path. Damn, he thought covering his eyes with his arm, if he didn't get out of this room, he was going to break
down that damn door and show her a seduction she'd never forget.
Luis got up and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Instead of drinking it, he poured it over his
head hoping it would cool his rising temperature. The water ran down his back and over his chest and he was reminded
of the image he'd gotten of Sheridan standing under the spray.
Luis didn't realize he had walked back into the bedroom until he reached for the knob of the bathroom door. He
stopped himself when he his palm covered the ice cold knob. What the hell was he doing? Just as he stepped back
from the door, the shower stopped. He heard a rustle of clothes and then quiet. He realized she'd be coming out
any second so he jumped back into the bed and rolled over to face the hallway. When she opened the door and came
out, she softly called his name. He pretended not to hear her.
He felt the mattress shift as she sat down and he almost jumped out of his skin when she touched him. He turned
over and saw she was only wearing a white T-shirt. He groaned. "Dammit Sheridan, you're going to kill me."
Then he did the only thing he could under the circumstances. He grabbed her, pushed her onto her back, and then
he kissed her. She didn't pull away. In fact, she matched him with a fire that sent them both up in flames. He
only prayed they didn't get burned.