Page 79 of Tattered (Lark Cove 1)

Believing in things had never been a luxury. Normally it just ended in disappointment.

Logan kissed my forehead, then let me go. “I want to talk to you about something else anyway.”

“Okay.” I walked around my worktable, grabbing the now empty buckets and stowing them underneath.

“I’d like you and Charlie to come back to New York with me.”

I fumbled a bucket. It clanked on the floor as it tipped over. “We’ve had this talk. I’m not moving Charlie to New York.”

He held up a hand. “I’m just asking for a vacation before school starts. Just come home with me for two weeks.”

My eyes narrowed.

“One week,” he countered. “I don’t want to go back without you or Charlie. I’d like to show her where I live. I’d like my parents to meet their granddaughter. And it will all be easier if we’re not trying to work around her school schedule.”

All good points. “I need to think about it.” And mentally prepare for how it would feel going back to the city.

“Okay.” He grinned like he’d already won. “Think about it.”

“I’m not saying yes.” I glared at his smug smile. “This is the busiest time of year for us at the bar. I can’t just leave it all to Jackson. That isn’t fair. And Charlie gets a say in this too. If she’s not ready to be inundated by the Kendrick family, I’m not going to force her.”

“That’s fine. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.”

“Good.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

He mimicked, crossing his. “Good.”

Behind his long lashes, his brown eyes smiled just as smugly as his lips. I held his stare, not willing to break away.

Damn if this man hadn’t perfected the intimidating stare.

It was sexy as hell.

Confidence poured off his hard body. It oozed across the workshop, making my knees weak. Desire pooled between my legs, burning and throbbing, as he held my eyes captive.

Damn him. The smug bastard knew he’d won.

Charlie and I were going to New York, but I wasn’t admitting it tonight. I’d make him sweat it out a bit.

I’d make him work for it.

Starting with another night together in my tiny bed.

“Oh my god,” I moaned as my eyelids drifted shut. “Logan, please.”

“Say yes, Thea, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“No,” I breathed, shivering as he dragged his tongue through my slit.

It had been four days since Logan had asked me to come back to New York with him, and we’d come out to my workshop after Charlie had fallen asleep. One kiss had led to two and now he was on his knees, his broad shoulders between my legs, forcing them apart. And I was sitting on the edge of my table, gripping the sides as he tormented me.

“Say yes.” He flicked his tongue over my clit twice, making me gasp. But instead of giving me what I needed, he pulled away and kissed the inside of my thighs.

“Logan,” I grumbled, opening my eyes to the ceiling.

He just chuckled against my skin, peppering kisses down to my knee.

I’d been so close. Again. Logan had been taking me right to the edge of an orgasm for what felt like hours, but every time I felt the tight pull in my lower belly, he’d back off until the shaking in my legs stopped.