did it again.
“God,” she moaned.
He chuckled, easing his fingers out, and even that made her shudder. Still holding her wrists, he slid up beside her. “Very nice. I like that dazed look.” Putting his hand along her jaw, he tilted her head and took her mouth hard. Her head started to spin again.
And suddenly her hands were free. She blinked and looked up into his hard face.
His lips curved as he stroked his thumb over her cheek. “Damn, you're tempting.” With a sigh, he rolled over and swung out of bed.
Her body chilled without his warmth next to her, and she felt bare inside, as if he'd stolen her confidence. What had she done? She didn't know him, and she'd let him hold her down. Touch her.
Make her come more strongly than she'd ever come. She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. Don't think about that . She'd had an interesting night and played around some. That's all this had been. And now it was morning and over.
Frowning at the shadowy ridges on her legs, she dragged the blankets to her chest. He must not have noticed her scars, thank God. She sat up, trying to ignore the limp feel of her muscles.
Over at a chest of drawers, Logan pulled out jeans and a shirt, totally unselfconscious about being naked. He looked even bigger without clothing on. All powerful muscle and a very large erection.
Guilt sliced through her. He'd given her an orgasm like she'd dreamed about, and she'd given him nothing. The thought of having his hands on her again made her nervous. Excited. Worried . How far would she go if he touched her again? But fair was fair. She'd gotten off, and he hadn't. “What about you?”
Obviously seeing her gaze on his cock, he walked back over to the bed. His blue eyes crinkled. “You have a soft heart, don't you? But we're done, Becca. I pushed your limits enough for one day.”
As he turned from her, she couldn't seem to find her voice, if she could have figured out what to say anyway.
He pulled on the jeans—commando—and a blue flannel shirt. “I'm going to let Thor out and do a quick check of the grounds. You've got time for a shower if you want to take one here. I doubt anyone else will be up for a bit.”
She knew he'd made the offer so she wouldn't have to go back to her cabin and see Matt with Ashley. The thoughtfulness made her eyes swim with tears. “Thank you. That's very nice of you.”
His grin was devastating, and she realized she hadn't seen him really smile before. He loomed over her and took her face between his big hands. “I've been called many things, but never nice. And if I see you all soft and pink in my bed much longer, I'm going to push you onto your back and take you in every way I can think of. So I'm leaving while I still can.”
His words and the image of him…taking…what he wanted heated her skin faster than a sauna. He tilted her head back and possessed her mouth instead. Deeply. Thoroughly.
The door closed behind him before she'd caught her breath.
Thor at his side, Logan stalked down the trail to the cabins. The freezing mountain air needed to work more quickly; his jeans were past uncomfortable and well into painful. He should have left before that last kiss.
But turning away at that point had been fucking impossible. The blankets she'd clasped had plumped up her full breasts and revealed the soft curve of her shoulders. Pale shoulders with tantalizing freckles. And her mouth had been pink and wet and swollen from his kisses. Christ have mercy, but what would those lips feel like around his cock?
Hell. He kicked a dead branch off the trail and increased his pace. Do not even consider taking her to bed.
She had a man already.
Not a good deterrent, he realized. Too tempting to snatch her away from the idiot. He needed a better reason to avoid her.
First reason: She was a city girl. Big turn-off. Look at her clothes. Wore a suit to
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