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‘Are we done talking?’
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE QUESTION RUSHED at him, then pooled low and heavy in his sex.
The friction had been arcing between them all night, he’d lost count of the number of times he’d almost gone to her.
The last thing he had remotely expected had been that Kat Steel would take the lead. He found he rather liked it.
Perhaps too much.
‘Be very careful, Kat,’ he muttered.
‘Or...?’ she prompted gently.
‘Or you may find that agreement we made to keep things platonic goes up in flames,’ he growled.
She eyed him for a moment longer then simply shrugged her shoulders at him.
‘Maybe I rather like the idea of setting fire to something for once.’
If he’d expected her to have second thoughts, he would clearly need to think again. And now he was restless, edgy. He’d wanted her since that first moment he’d seen her, and just now he’d ended up telling her a raft of private details he had never told anyone else before. Ever.
Maybe Kat was right. The time for talking was over.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Logan sank onto the rug in front of her, moved his mouth over hers and finally, finally kissed her for the second time.
Thoroughly and completely, the way he had in every fantasy he’d had about her since he’d met her that first day in the hospital.
The way he’d been telling himself all night he didn’t want to.
* * *
Kat didn’t stop him. She didn’t want to even try to. He claimed her again and again as her hands inched their way up solid biceps, greed and hunger pumping through her.
He tasted of cinnamon, with that kick of the festive wine they’d been sharing, and the memory of their afternoon together only made her feel that much closer to him. Then he slid his hand to into her hair and angled her head until he was kissing her deeper. More carnally, if that were possible.
She couldn’t breathe. She was sure she’d stopped. And yet she could feel the slow, heavy thumping of her heart against her ribcage. Like the timpani drums she’d heard earlier, playing that medley of Christmas carols.
She had never felt so untethered and adrift. But she simply couldn’t bring herself to care. All she wanted was Logan. Right here, right now. He was so very strong, was it any wonder that she trembled so deliciously from head to foot at the feel of his sublimely chiselled body covering hers?
He made her feel wanton, needy, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She pressed herself closer, shamelessly rubbing herself against him, and the rough growl he made shook right through her.
Pure lust shimmered between them. It danced. It teased. She lost herself in it, letting her palms graze over his arms, then his shoulders, indulging herself and revelling in the pure physical strength of the man.
Kat hardly noticed when he slid his own hands down her body, hooking then under the hem of her jumper and pulling it up. But when he broke the kiss long enough to tug it over her head in a slick movement, she heard a low sound of protest that was so needy it couldn’t possibly be her.
And then he was back, fusing his mouth to hers, and pouring so much into that kiss that she felt as though she might spill over from the sheer, dizzying thrill of it. He moved his hands to cup her backside and shifted them both in one efficient move that had him sitting on the couch and her sitting astride him.
She gasped and then, unable to help herself, she rocked herself into him. Her softness against his unequivocal hardness. And heat. So much heat. Her heart clattered louder at the dark flare in his eyes. So black it was almost feral.
Reaching down, she pulled her T-shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then she did the same for him.
Her insides lurched.
The man really was Comic Book God. Or, at least, the latter part. He had abs that even the fictional heroes would have coveted. Almost reverently, she reached out and traced every perfectly hewn contour. It should be illegal for any man to look so mouthwateringly irresistible.
And then, as if compelled by some unheard voice, she dipped her head and pressed her lips to the muscles instead. As if they were there purely for her pleasure. Her body was on fire. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples too tight, and between her legs she felt molten.
