“Because when you bent over I saw damned near down to your belly button and there wasn’t much in the way to prevent it but a gauzy film,” he said dryly. “What the devil are you doing wearing that damned thing?”

“It is extremely comfortable,” she said with a shrug, removing her own plate and glass of wine, leaving his on the tray before she turned toward him with it as if to set the tray on his lap. She paused before setting it down though and raised her eyebrows, then turned to set the tray back. Lisa then settled herself on the side of the bed and reached for the buttons of his shirt, murmuring, “You did not do up your shirt. I suppose your wound makes such things difficult.”

“I can do up my own shirt,” he muttered, but didn’t try to stop her as she reached for the buttons, allowing her fingers to brush as much of his skin, by accident, as she could. Not that he seemed to notice. His eyes were on the opening of her robe. Which appeared to be parting a little more with every movement she made. “I can’t believe you are actually wearing that damned gown.”

“As I said, Robert, it is comfortable,” Lisa responded with unconcern, finishing with one button and letting her fingers trail down his chest to the next. “It feels as if you’re practically wearing nothing at all, and brushes light as feathers against your skin when you move. It’s quite nice. Here, feel.”

Releasing the button she’d been about to slip into its hole, Lisa took his hand in one of hers while tugging the top of her robe to the side with the other. Then she pressed his hand to the material between her breasts. “It’s quite lovely, really.”

While she pressed the backs of his fingers against the material between her breasts, it was he who turned his fingers over to run them down the V she’d revealed, following the swell of one breast.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes burning.

Lisa held her breath, waiting as little tingles began in the trail of his fingers and swept smoothly outward in both directions, bringing her nipples erect. She could see them pebbling beneath the thin material of her robe and even thinner nightgown. She wasn’t the only one. Robert had noticed, she saw. His gaze appeared to be fixed on the flesh rising beneath the cloth as his finger moved.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he growled, but his fingers continued to run over her skin through the delicate cloth.

“Of course I should. You need to eat,” she whispered back, pressing gently forward into his caress until her breath brushed his lips as she spoke.

Robert shifted his eyes to her face, a frown beginning to pluck at his lips and she knew he was about to start thinking and ruin everything.