Storming His Heart by Marie Harte Page B

in his work clothes, he seemed more formidable than the casual guy who’d shown up on her doorstep Saturday morning. That guy had seduced her with little effort. This man looked like he could ease a yes out of her without even a thank you, ma’am .
    The notion bothered the crap out of Storm.
    She resolved to remain strong. Lust was a physical response, after all. So what if he was hot, psychic and didn’t respond to her abilities? So what that Rafe Savage could have been her dream man all wrapped up in a neat, Westlake bow?
    He returned to her with a disturbed look on his face.
    “What’s wrong?”
    He cleared his expression. “Ah, could we do dinner at your place? Mine seems to be out of sorts at the moment, and I’m not in the mood to go out.”
    The opportunity to grill him over dinner presented itself, and she refused to pass it up. Storm told herself she did this for Buchanan Investigations. The more she knew about the enemy, the better her chances to protect her family. Yeah, right. “Sure. But you’re buying. I’m suddenly in the mood for steak.”
    “So long as you’re cooking it, I’m game.”
    She paused at her car, not looking forward to scooting into the low-slung sports car with her bum leg.
    “I’ll drive, you sit.”
    “But how will you get home after dinner?” she asked stupidly, not able to think of anything past the loud thundering of her heart.
    “I’ll figure it out. Now let’s get out of here.”
    Once they were both seated inside her car, he leaned close and kissed her until she couldn’t think of anything but Rafe inside her.
    He pulled away, breathing hard. “I’m suddenly very, very hungry.”

Chapter Five
     
    The woman’s vehicle pulled into the driveway. She wasn’t alone. Savage got out of the driver’s seat, grabbed a paper bag from the back seat, and then helped Storm Buchanan from the car. The woman looked like someone Lewis would willingly fuck for hours, and he could feel the pull of something more within her. No wonder the boss wanted to get his hands on her. That weird energy that sparked in the boss swirled in the woman as well. Lewis could see the vague outline of power around her. And over Savage as well. The other day at Emmet Park hadn’t been a trick of the light after all. Damn. The guy wore danger like a second skin.
    Savage walked her to the door, waited while she unlocked it and then went inside with her.
    After ten minutes, when neither Savage nor the woman emerged, Lewis made a call.
     
     
    “I didn’t mention it before, but you’ve got a nice place here.” Rafe stood in the living room while Storm prepared their dinner in the kitchen. He’d offered to help, but since he’d admitted he could barely boil water, she’d shooed him away.
    “Thanks. Since you already had an uninvited view of the place, make yourself comfortable.”
    “I will.” He studied her friendly, if disorganized, living space. The kitchen was small but looked larger due to the open breakfast bar. Penciled sketches of a variety of places, from Venice, Italy to New Orleans, Louisiana decorated the cream-colored walls. Most of the pictures looked as though they’d been done by local artists. He wondered if she had acquired them from the places she’d been.
    A dark blue sofa and two chairs flanked the gas log fireplace. She didn’t have many knickknacks, but books and magazines overflowed her bookcases and stacks sat everywhere. He shook his head. How could she live like this?
    “Problem?” Storm had returned.
    “Ever think of hiring a maid?”
    She surprised him by grinning. “Really gets under your skin, doesn’t it? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a neat freak until I saw your office.”
    He plopped down onto one of her chairs, opened up an entertainment magazine and began to read.
    “You’re really not going to help with dinner?”
    “You ordered me out of your kitchen.” He turned a page. “Do you actually like this stuff?” He lifted the magazine to show