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He cupped her face. “I’ll just stay an hour.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. “You know it won’t be just an hour.”
No. If he got his hands on her, and was finally able to get her completely naked, an hour wouldn’t be enough. He kissed her, letting a groan free in her mouth, then he lifted her off his lap.
She grabbed her underwear, scooted across the seat and out of the truck. A moment later she was at his window, and he rolled it down. She stood on the foot rail and leaned in for a quick kiss. “It’s going to be crazy tomorrow, but I’ll find you.”
“You better.”
She backed away and up on the sidewalk, stuffing the garments into her pocket. “Get some rest. I need you to kick ass tomorrow.”
He grinned at her. “I will.”
She waved and went to her door. She hit something on a keypad and the door opened. Turning back with one more smile, she disappeared inside.
Logan shifted in his seat and wished for a bit of cool air to ease the ache in his dick. The farther he got from her apartment and up to the winding road that lead to his house, the easier it was to think.
Too easy. Doubts and worries about the show replaced the haze of lust he’d been living in for the last hour. He wanted it to go off without hitch, but his history with concerts made it unlikely.
Maybe this time he could get through it without a pair of ice blue eyes staring back at him.
He pulled onto his property and groaned at the wide open gate. With so many people in and out of the cabin, he’d given up on any sense of security. When the festival was over, he’d get his life back. And maybe
, just maybe, he’d be able to settle in for a little downtime.
Was it too much to hope that it would include Izzy?
He parked and got out. Music poured from his house, and every damn light seemed to be on. He didn’t even bother with the panel at his front door. Sure enough, the door was unlocked.
Voices carried out of the living room. Johnny and Lindsey were on the sectional, a guitar on each of their laps. Emerson had the bongos out and Zeke was sitting cross-legged singing. It was a rather bastardized version of Stairway to Heaven with Cody howling along with Zeke’s drunk lyrics.
A bottle of Crown and two empty bottles of Bordeaux sat on the end table. Half full tumblers and wine glasses were on every available surface.
“Nice to see you guys raided the liquor cabinet.”
“Hey!” Zeke got up, listing a little before he righted himself. “We were wondering where you were.”
“No we weren’t, dude.” Johnny grinned, a dimple denting his tanned cheek. “He was making time with the hot brunette.”
“No,” Zeke said with an emphasis on the O. “Izzy?”
Logan crossed his arms. “Yes.”
“About time.” Lindsey strummed her guitar, changing the song to Feel Like Makin’ Love with a bright smile.
Johnny came up with a rumbling rendition of the chorus. Cody howled and Zeke harmonized.
Logan rolled his eyes and picked up the bottle. “I don’t have Crown in the house.” It wasn’t exactly the high end stuff he usually bought. It was actually more suitable for the animals that were staying there for the weekend. He trained his eyes on Emerson. “You didn’t finish my Dalmore, did you?”
Emerson pressed his lips together and shook his head. “If I’d known it was in the house, I wouldn’t be drinking this swill.”
“Nah.” Zeke slapped Logan’s arm. “This beautiful man had a whole spread waiting for us.”
Logan frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Zeke turned around and pointed at the three tiers of bottles sitting in the middle of the kitchen island. “That.”
A plethora of wines and whiskies were stacked in a tree display on wooden shelves. Logan moved closer, then saw the two things that made the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
