Falling for the Princess by Sandra Hyatt Page B

aren’t worth the effort.”
    She looked up from the bloom. “Shall I take that as a compliment because you have no problem arguing with me?”
    He offered his arm and she slid her hand over it. “Yes. But arguing with you has other benefits. I like seeing you get heated up, you make this indignant little huff. It’s discreet, and kind of cute, but still a huff.” He placed his hand over hers, holding it in place.
    â€œI do not.” She tugged at the hand but it was clamped against unrelenting muscle.
    â€œSee. Just like that one. And there’s a most entrancing lift to your breasts when you do it.”
    â€œI did not huff.” She kept her voice calm despite wanting to grit her teeth. “And even if I did, you shouldn’t be looking at my breasts.”
    â€œI’ve tried not to. Believe me, I’ve tried. But like I said, they’re entrancing. And I like seeing the conflict within you, the repressed passions. Even when you sound calm, like now, your eyes give you away. They flash silvery fire. A fire that could be better directed. A fire that must be all-consuming when you make love.”
    She did her best to hide the reaction he so clearly watched and waited for. It wasn’t easy. Curiosity about what making love with him would be like flared. And Logan talking about making love, here, was too much.“Enough.” Finally she freed her hand. Now she just needed to wrest control of the conversation back. “You’ve had your fun but you can’t say that type of thing here. No matter how bored you are.” Because he was entertaining himself at her expense. She was sure of it.
    Logan guided them down another narrow side path farther away from the small crowd.
    She spoke quietly. “One of the things you need to learn about royal—”
    With a hand on her shoulder he turned her to face him and covered her lips with his and what she’d been about to say fled her mind. Her awareness slid into the sudden vortex of sensation, the feel of his lips against hers, soft and warm and seeking, his hands on her shoulders anchoring her close to the hard strength of his body. He’d been talking about making love and now his lips were on hers and her traitorous body primed by his earlier words and the images he’d sown leaped in response as his tongue teased. His grip on her tightened, something in this kiss changed, heat flared. And that quickly she knew there was nothing academic about her desire for him to tutor her. It was all physical. A compulsion that sprang from the repressed passions he’d alluded to.
    Her sun hat tumbled to the ground. And still it was several seconds before Logan broke the kiss and stepped back. His gaze darkened, then he blinked and bent to sweep up her hat, giving Rebecca precious seconds to regroup before he was again looking at her. “You were saying?” he asked.
    She could read nothing in his gaze. Nothing of the confusion that assailed her. Nothing of the arousal that flooded her. She bit her lip. Hard. “Why did you do that?” she asked, watching his lips, full of sensual promise.
    â€œStop so abruptly? Because we were at our five seconds.” The lips quirked.
    She was losing control. She had to focus. Not on his lips but on his words. She looked at his ear instead. “Not stop. Start. When I was in the middle of trying to say something to you.” Darn it, he even had nice ears, curving ridges and hollows that invited touch.
    â€œBecause I thought it was going to be a lecture, and—” he winked “—because I can.” How real was his nonchalance? The teasing light in his eyes that she’d grown accustomed to wasn’t there. And there’d been something far from nonchalant in the kiss. But she had so little to compare it to, and was far from trusting herself to interpret Logan’s state of mind. “It’s been the best part of the day so