Blind Ice (Razors Ice Book 5) by Rachelle Vaughn Read Free Book Online Page B

office that morning. What was it about this particular man that had her shaking with need and trembling with the aftershocks of blissful release?
    She hadn’t expected things to progress so quickly, but, man , that had felt incredible.
    Logan had been comfortable with the act, but he didn’t seem as if he did it every day with women he just met. No, he looked her in the eye like she was special. But maybe that was all just a part of his charm. Either way, what they’d done didn’t leave her with a skeevy feeling of regret. Quite the contrary.
    In fact, she couldn’t wait until they could do it again.
     
    * * *
    When she came back into the kitchen, Kate half expected Logan to be gone. As surprised as she was to see him there, she supposed a man just couldn’t pass up a home-cooked meal.
    She leaned against the doorjamb and watched as he pulled the salad from the fridge. Much to her astonishment, Logan moved around her little kitchen like it was the most natural thing in the world. He had reheated the sauce and finished boiling the pasta. He had even taken the bread out of the oven. She didn’t have to taste it to know it was warm with just the right amount of crusty on the outside and soft in the middle.
    He must have sensed her standing there because he turned to look at her. “Dinner is served.”
    “Thanks to you.”
    His lip tugged up into a grin. “I’m starving,” he admitted.
    She smiled and went to get the butter she’d forgotten to set on the table for the bread. When she bumped into him while he was serving the salad, he reached out and steadied her with both hands. The second he touched her arms, another zing of awareness passed between them.
    After exchanging a smile, they sat down across from each other at the table.
    What did you do after a drop-dead gorgeous man gave you immense oral pleasure on your kitchen counter next to a pot of boiling pasta? You sat down together like nothing ever happened and ate said pasta with a satisfied smirk on your lips and a dreamy faraway look in your eyes.
    The minute his fork passed between his lips and he bit into the tender pasta, a primal sound rumbled out from Logan’s throat. Kate thought it was the most wonderful sound she’d ever heard in her life. The way he ate his food told her he took the time to enjoy every morsel and that pleased her as much as his demonstration on the kitchen counter did.
    Well almost as much.
    “Christ, Kate,” he groaned. “This is delicious. Do you always cook like this?”
    She smiled. “I’ve been experimenting a lot more in the kitchen lately.” And then she turned beet red as the memory of what had happened in this same kitchen just moments before flashed through her mind.
    “Delicious,” he remarked and she didn’t know if he was referring to her or the food.
    “Thank you.”
    Kate never realized that eating could be such a sensual act. With every forkful, she became achingly aware of how Logan’s lips parted to receive each bite and how his tongue flicked out to lick his lips.
    “This is really delicious, Kate,” he said again a few minutes later. “I don’t get many home-cooked meals.”
    “Thank you,” she said, beaming at him.
    She’d taken a hell of a risk by inviting him into her home, but it had been worth it just to watch him savor the meal she’d prepared.
    “So, tell me a little about yourself,” he said around a mouthful of pasta.
    Kate stared at him over the rim of her wine glass. She hadn’t even taken a bite of food yet and he was already asking her about herself. What a complete gentleman.
    “Well, I moved to Red Valley eight years ago with my sister Julia. She moved to go to school here and I followed her.”
    They had just shared one of the most intimate things a man and woman could share together and now they were sitting down to normal dinner conversation.
    Mind blown .
    “What about you?” she asked. “Where are you from originally?” She already knew a considerable amount about