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“Why me?” she asked. “There’re tons of women here you could hook up with.”
“Sometimes I wake up in a sweat thinking about you and me together. I know we don’t work for more than a few nights, but I still want you, Ace. I always have. And I’m not sure I have the strength to deny myself tonight. I’m not trying to push you into anything. If you say no, I’ll let you walk away. But I’m praying you’ll say yes because, after this day, I need you.”
He needed her.
Was there a more powerful aphrodisiac in the world?
For other women, maybe, but having a man like Logan need her was all it took to crack her resolve and make her want to give in to the cravings that had been awakened the moment she’d seen him tonight. He was strong—a titan of industry. A man who left nothing but gobbled-up companies and bemused people who weren’t sure how they could like a man who was so arrogant. But tonight, Logan Bisset, who had never needed anything or anyone, needed her.
And she needed him too.
Needed to remember what it was like to be in his arms and forget about competitions and standing on her own.
She stood and held her hand out to him. He looked at her, those ice-blue eyes hard to read in the flickering light of the bonfire. But his hand when it engulfed hers was warm and he tugged her slightly off balance and into his arms. She inhaled the scent of his spicy aftershave and closed her eyes, hoping she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.
Two
She smelled of summer and sunshine and something pure. Quinn was the kind of distraction he longed for. She was familiar. She knew his faults better than anyone and she had no expectations from him. He tugged her back down onto his lap.
He lowered his mouth to kiss her, but she put her hand on his lips. A tingle went straight through to his groin and he groaned.
“What?”
“Are you sure about this?” she asked. “I mean I know you—”
“Do you?” he countered. The last thing—the very last thing—he wanted to do was to talk. He wanted her to just be some hot lay so he could forget. But when had Quinn ever been that?
He had the feeling that he was on the cusp of making a big mistake. But then everything he’d ever thought he knew about his life had changed. His enemy—he knew that made him sound like Machiavelli but didn’t give a crap—was now his half brother. Everyone was going to expect him to make nicey-nice, except he’d already put in motion a plan to crush Nick and his family’s company, Williams, Inc.
Quinn shifted on his lap, settling closer to his chest and rubbing her finger over his lips. “Talking about it will help.”
“I don’t think so, Quinn. I can’t. I can screw. I can drink. But I don’t want to talk.”
“You’re being a douchebag, Logan.”
“It’s kind of my thing,” he said, not at all joking. He looked into Quinn’s brown eyes and realized that he was seconds away from spending this night alone, listening to his younger brother Zac sing off-key lyrics about love, and stewing in his own ruthlessness.
She sighed.
He was losing her. He put his hand lightly on her thigh and took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think I’m easy.”
She threw her head back and laughed. She laughed so hard and loud, her entire body shook with it, and he smiled himself because he’d been the cause. After a day filled with anger and uncertainty, he needed this.
He needed her.
Damn.
Only for tonight, he promised himself.
He was Logan Bisset. He didn’t need anyone. Especially a curvy, determined redhead who had always beaten him at his own game. But then she turned, putting her hands on his shoulders and straddling him on the beach lounger.
She lowered her head, the sides of her hair swinging forward to brush against his cheek a moment before her lips brushed over his. Her breath was sweet-smelling and warm, and he put his hands on her hips to hold her to him just in case she changed her mind and decided to leave.
She tipped her head to the side, deepening the kiss, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. He groaned as he felt his erection growing, exercising every amount of control he could muster to keep from rubbing it against her. He knew she didn’t want to go to bed with him. And he respected her and wouldn’t push. But he hadn’t really had a kiss like this in too long.
He avoided women like Quinn, who could make him feel as well as turn him on. It was easier to just hook up. But tonight when he felt like he was shattered and knew that the worst of the fallout over the Nick situation wasn’t over due to his own actions in stealing a patent out from under Williams, Inc., he needed this. Needed her.
She pulled back, sitting on his thighs.
