Why would a gorgeous hunk like Rhys be fascinated with her? Sebastian had to be mistaken. But she had been in bed with Rhys. And he’d…

Her cheeks flamed, making her complexion a colorful pink, looking mottled against the purple under her eyes.

She closed her eyes, releasing a hitched breath. She couldn’t remember last night, but she could certainly remember the feeling of Rhys’s hands on her when she woke up.

Heat drained from her flushed cheeks to pool in her belly, then lower. She’d never felt anything as wonderful as Rhys’s fingers against her.

As if by their own will, her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. Not opening her eyes, she pretended it was Rhys’s fingers loosening the buttons, parting the white cotton. The wisps of steam from the hot water filling the tub moistened her skin, and she pretended it was Rhys’s kisses warming her flesh.

What was she doing? She’d never been the type to fantasize about men. And especially fantasies like this. But she’d also never had a man touch her like Rhys had. It had been so…thrilling.

She let her blouse fall to the floor, and she moved her fingers to the front clasp of her bra. The filmy material separated, and her nipples peeked against the humid air.

Embarrassed, but unable to stop herself, she brushed her fingers over them, trying to remember exactly how Rhys’s lips had felt suckling her.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a quiet cough, and she spun toward the open doorway.

Rhys stood there, watching her.

She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide herself and to somehow hide what she’d been doing. But she could tell from the smoldering glow of his eyes, he’d seen it.

The burn of embarrassment mingled with the fire those intense eyes created inside her. She so wanted this man.

His gaze left her covered chest, and he held her eyes with his.

She shifted slightly under the hunger she saw there.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice was huskier than usual. “I thought I heard you calling me.”

She stared at him. Well, her body had been calling him, but she didn’t think her voice had. “I…No.”

He nodded sharply. “Then I will leave you to your bath.”

They stared at each other for a moment longer, then Rhys bowed slightly and left, pulling the door shut behind him.

Jane sagged against the sink, still clutching her breasts. This was impossible. It had taken every bit of her rational mind not to invite him to join her in the tub. What was wrong with her? She’d always been so practical, so reserved. Now she was acting like a wanton.