Edge groaned and pulled her even more firmly against him. The kiss went on and on, soft and coaxing, then hot, wet, and demanding. She was panting for breath, Edge’s heart pounding as fast as her own, both of them desperately wanting more. Edge gripped her hips and pulled her injured leg up around his waist—then he froze.

“What . . . what is it?” She could barely breathe. Her skin was on fire, her body damp and aching.

Edge swallowed and released her. “I just remembered something I have to do. Just . . . umm . . . give me a second, and we can start over in the bedroom.” He took off down the hall, disappeared into his study, and closed the door.

What the hell had just happened? Skye wasn’t sure but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Willing her heart to slow, she took several calming breaths and walked over to her laptop, sitting open on the dining room table.

She sat down and stared at the dark computer screen, her mind and body still fighting a haze of lust and need. She tried to focus on the work she needed to do on Sunstar, or maybe she could find something on Sarah Simmons. But her thoughts remained muddled, work the furthest thing from her mind.

She stood up as Edge walked back into the living room. All she could think of was how tall he was, his wide shoulders, and the six pack beneath his black T-shirt. It was embarrassing.

“Did something happen?” she asked. “What’s going on?” His face was still flushed, his skin damp. At least she’d had some effect on him.

“I . . . umm . . . thought we should slow it down a little.”

“Slow it down?” A tendril of uneasiness slipped through her. “Why is that?”

He glanced off toward the window as if deciding how much he should say. “Earlier I noticed you favoring your leg. I figured it would be easier on you if we waited until we went to bed.”

Disbelief warred with anger. “Wait a minute. That’s the way this is going to be? You holding back because you don’t want to hurt me?” She looked him straight in the face. “Or is it something else? What happened between us last night, Edge? Was that you being kind to a woman with a disfigured leg? Was it some kind of pity fuck?”

“What!”

“Well, I’m not interested.” She started for the door, but Edge strode in front of her, blocking her way.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gripped her shoulders. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but having you again since we got out of bed this morning. I’ve wanted you all day, but—”