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A rush of heat flooded her from her breasts to her pelvis. Good God, why had his answer turned her on? Why had she even asked the question in the first place? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t as if this…whatever it was…between them could go anywhere. She wasn’t looking to date, and even if she was, he wasn’t her type.
Her type didn’t work for DART, and they certainly didn’t screw demons.
Logan’s tongue breached the barrier of her lips, and she forgot everything she’d just thought about and opened to him as if she was a traitorous gatekeeper, and he an attacking marauder. She practically tossed her glass onto the dresser, spilling that luxuriously expensive merlot and not caring.
Logan pressed against her, backing her into the wall and holding her captive. She moaned, loving how he took control and made her his prisoner. Was this how he’d been with the demon? Had he been the one to dominate the lovemaking?
Could it even be called lovemaking when it was with a demon? Or was it fucking, like she’d said? What kind of demon had he slept with?
And why the hell was she so obsessed with it?
She shot a glare at her wineglass. Damn, that merlot was dangerous.
But maybe not as dangerous as the man currently kissing her senseless.
One of his hands rose to cup the back of her head as the other gripped her waist, his strong fingers digging into her hypersensitive skin. His lips were punishing, his tongue seeking, and she had a feeling he would be a demanding lover in bed.
She’d always liked being the aggressor when it came to physical relationships, had always liked to be in control, and she sensed the same in him.
If this went any further, they’d be engaging in a battle of wills.
But just as she began wondering how far she should allow things to go, he murmured, “What is this?” against her lips.
“I don’t know,” she breathed. “Too much wine?”
He pulled back, his pale-hazel eyes drilling into her, and she suddenly felt laid bare. Like Logan knew too much about her, and she didn’t know nearly enough about him.
“I think I should go,” he said, and her heart sank despite him being right.
They had no business getting involved, not when they were playing on opposite teams and knew nothing about each other. Not when she had so much wine flowing through her veins and running the show.
But that didn’t stop her from digging her nails into his biceps and murmuring, “You don’t have to.”
Closing those piercing eyes, he shook his head. “I do. There’s so much shit…too many complications. I gotta split.”
“Yes, of course.” She shook herself out of it, digging deep for Sober Eva. But the weird thing was that she wasn’t that drunk. A little tipsy, but it wasn’t the wine giving her that buzzed feeling.
It was Logan. And it was something she hadn’t felt in a very long time.
He took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze that made her heart do a little flip. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“We’re spending time in your library and historical archives tomorrow. So, unless you hang out there much…”
“I don’t.” He smiled, and she felt it all the way to her core. The man definitely knew how to wield a panty-melting grin. “But I’m guessing you’re going to be in your element.”
“Iamvery curious.”
“I picked up on that.” He kept her hand in his as he walked toward the door. “Maybe we’ll run into each other somewhere.”
“Maybe.”
It was weird how she was both disappointed and relieved that he wasn’t suggesting they see each other again beyondrunning into each other.
Kissing Logan had been a mistake. No, she definitely wasn’t in the market for a relationship, whether long-term or a fling. Her career was on an upward trajectory, and that was where her entire focus had to stay. She couldn’t afford to waste even one drop of energy on a man.
No matter how hot he was.
And yet…something told her he was unique.
