Logan by Melissa Schroeder Read Free Book Online

 
    “I know how to take care of a burn. I am not an infant.”  
    He heard the annoyance in her voice, and it rubbed against him the wrong way. He did nothing but come down to the kitchen, and she acted as if he had done something horrible.  
    “Feel better?”  
    “Yes.”  
    Logan noticed she didn’t say thank you. He turned off the water and handed her a towel.  
    “Mind sharing your water?”  
    She pursed her lips. “Since you tended my injury, I must be gracious.”  
    He chuckled. “Were you going to have some tea?”  
    She nodded. “Mine always sucks though.”  
    “American.”  
    “Yes and proud of it.”  
    He grabbed some tea and measured it out for two cups.  
    “But you spend all your time here.”  
    She sighed. “I have a soft spot for Scotland. And Ireland, oh and Paris.”  
    “You’ve never been back to Paris since you lived there before?”  
    “No.”  
    No other explanation.  
    “Is there any chance that Morin would have people looking for you?”  
    “No. Well, okay, maybe. I know he keeps someone on the apartment. Last time Rena was there, she saw them.”  
    “And they’re still alive?”  
    She smiled. “Yes, I told her killing them would only cause me more problems, so she abstained. She was very sad though.”  
    The half-fae was definitely deadly.  
    “I know you don’t like me, Logan.”  
    “I don’t trust you.”  
    She sighed. “And you don’t trust, which I don’t blame you. You don’t know me.”  
    He nodded. “Yes, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”  
    She stilled, then swallowed. “So, you like me.”  
    He had been keeping the feelings at bay for weeks. It had taken a lot of his control not to act on the need he had for her. Now, in the dark kitchen, with the silent house around them, he couldn’t resist her. He stepped closer.  
    “More than is good for me,” he said.  
    She looked up at him, her mouth half opened. He could smell the spicy scent of her, the one he dreamed about. It lured him unlike anything else before.  
    “Then…” she broke off.  
    “What?”  
    “Then why do you treat me the way you do? You always look at me as if I disgust you.”  
    He shook his head. “No. You tempt me and we have no time for being muddle-headed for this.”  
    “But?”  
    “Aye, lass, but,” he said, as he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “I’m tired of resisting.”  
    He damned them both, as he bent his head and kissed her.  
     
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    For a moment, Meghan didn’t respond to Logan. He wondered if he had read the signs wrong, perhaps he had just wanted her so badly that he built up the idea of her attraction. Desperation clawed at him as he continued to kiss her. He wanted her to know just how much he desired her touch.  
    Then, she reacted. Almost in an instant, she went from stoic to liquid heat in his arms. She opened her mouth and pressed up against him but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be closer, to feel her flesh against his, to have her heart beat with his.  
    Logan slipped his hands down her body, enjoying the way his palms moved over her generous curves. It did not take much to urge her closer.    
    She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples pressed against his chest, as he slanted his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth and she hummed. The sound of it, along with the vibrations, danced through him, tangled with his soul.  
    He backed her up against the counter. He was lost in her. The way she tasted, the way she smelled, the way she slanted her head to give him better access. Need for her, for this feeling she spawned inside of him, grew, expanded, overwhelmed. Logan ground against her, allowing Meg to know just how aroused he was, just how much he wanted her.  
     In the next second, the kettle whistled. They both jumped apart as if they had been committing a crime.  
    Neither of them said a word, their heavy