The more time that went by, the more I began to think I was overreacting.
Logan stopped in front of his hotel room door and pulled his key card out. Intently, I watched him. I couldn’t seem to drag my eyes away from him. Once we were inside, he pushed the stroller to his bedroom. I watched as he transferred Clementine to the crib. He was getting more comfortable with her, although he still looked worried that he might break her.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that thought.
He turned around and peered curiously at me.
With a lift of my brows and a rise of one shoulder, I shrugged it off and then reached for the blanket that was at the end of the bed. As I covered her, I met his eyes and whispered, “Thank you.”
Feeling warm, I unzipped my fleece and tossed it where the blanket had been. His eyes turned hungry as I circled the bed and a shiver danced down my spine. This attraction between us was too much. I didn’t know how to deal with it.
Dropping my gaze, I waved him out of the room. My purse was on the table and I went for it. It was best if he left. Digging inside, I found my keys and pulled them out. I took the key for the boutique off the loop and handed it to him. “Here you go. The boutique is closed on Sunday and Monday, but Peyton might be there. Just in case she’s not, the pass code for the alarm is . . .” I faltered.
He was standing right beside me. Excitement stirred in the air. He was so close that I could smell his heavenly scent. He smelled of the soap in the shower and he smelled like pure man. For some insane reason, I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and sniff him.
Shoving the key in his direction, I finished, “two-five-six-nine. If you forget it, just spell blow.”
Instead of taking the key and leaving like I thought he would, Logan swirled it around his own key chain and set it on the table. Then he stepped even closer. So close our bodies were almost touching.
I wanted them to be.
Then they were.
Like magnets, we were drawn together.
He had leaned forward just a bit and then his fingers were on my face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
Feeling electrified, my body jerked as his flesh came in direct contact with mine, and my breath caught at the intensity of the physical connection.
“I want you,” he whispered at the same time he lightly nipped at my bottom lip. “Right now.”
I nodded, silently telling him I wanted him too—and right now.
The feeling of his lean, muscular body pressed against mine only served to further ignite my desire. With a desperation I didn’t understand, I pulled myself closer. Close enough that my hard nipples pushed against his unyielding chest.
Logan made a sound of approval deep in his throat.
I wanted to close my eyes but couldn’t. I had to see him. I looked up into his eyes, those light and dark eyes, and lost myself in him.
He looked at me like nothing else mattered but having me.
I shivered from that look alone.
It wasn’t long before his hands were running up my sides and when he lifted me, I wanted this like I’d never wanted anything. Responding in the only way that made sense, I wrapped both my arms and legs around him and then did just what I had wanted to do—buried my face in his neck. With my lips touching his skin and his scent invading me, my senses came alive. The edges of his hair tickled wonderfully against my cheek. The feel of his hands, now firmly grasping my hips, seared me as if he were branding me. His heavy breathing was all I could hear.
What came next happened so fast. We were moving. He was setting me down on the sofa. His hands were dragging up my body to the hem of my shirt. He lifted it over my head, leaving me almost bare. Putting his hands all over me.
My body hummed with pleasure. My belly tightened, thighs trembled, and my clit pulsed. With shaky fingers I unzipped his sweatshirt and he helped me take it off. Then I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and his chest was bare too. Now, both our hands were all over each other.
With a lick of my lips, I allowed my eyes to graze over him—he was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. No, handsome didn’t convey how devastatingly good-looking he really was. Maybe ruggedly beautiful better described him. I’d have to come up with the perfect phrase. He was soft and hard at the same time, muscular but not overly so. The line of his jaw, the shape of his nose—they were hard, but his features were softened by those incredible hazel eyes outlined in dark, thick lashes.
My gaze slid down. Seeing the lines in his muscles made my heart beat fast, watching the flexing of his biceps had me biting down on my lower lip, and the way his abs rippled down into the waistband of his pants caused my body to clench with a need that I’d never felt.
Logan dropped his gaze. I noticed yesterday in the shower that he didn’t look into my eyes when he was fucking me. Today, I was coming to the conclusion that was also true when it came to foreplay.
It was fine. I didn’t want to talk. He preferred not to look into my eyes.