hers that he thought she was seeing someone.
“I wouldn’t be here with you if I were,” Tessa added,
saddened that he’d think that of her even though he had every right given why
she was here. Still, she wasn’t that casual when it came to sex or
relationships. Never would be. “I was talking to the agency,” she lied. “To let
them know I arrived here okay.”
“Wallace couldn’t do that?”
“Well yeah, he could.” She thought fast to cover her lie. “But
he’s getting up there, you know? Forgets stuff. I had to remind him about
picking me up today. He’s probably still winded from lifting my luggage. Don’t
get me wrong, he’s a nice man but not exactly the Incredible Hulk.”
Logan nodded seriously. “You like them big, green, and mean,
huh?”
She liked him joking around again. Playing with her.
Teasing. “I like kinky…within reason.”
Curiosity sparkled in his eyes. “Define reason.”
God, he was a good flirt. If he allowed himself to be happy
again, to forget the horrible events that had changed his life, he’d have women
crawling all over him. Even without his massive wealth, Tessa knew his great
looks and what she sensed was his kind heart would have drawn hundreds of
females to him. Maybe thousands. All of them babes.
None of them ordinary like her.
Of course, if he’d done what most guys would have, just gone
on living, finding another wife, building a new future, Tessa wouldn’t have
been here right now. Sorrow stabbed her at what he’d lost…what she might not
have experienced if it hadn’t happened. It was wrong for her to feel glad about
her time with him, but Tessa couldn’t help herself. These moments were
precious, no matter what Felicity had claimed. Connecting with him mattered far
more than gratuitous sex to quell a momentary desire.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” she said, answering
his comment about defining reason.
Logan’s expression grew firm. “You have until our lunch is
finished. Outside. By the pond. Just as you want.” He slipped his arm around her
waist, easing her away from the refrigerator door and into him.
Intolerable need tore through Tessa so quickly, she wanted
to get as freaking close as possible. Physically and emotionally. If she could
have, she would have crawled beneath his skin, to touch his heart and stroke
his soul.
Overwhelmed by her unruly emotions, she lifted her face to
his, helpless within his embrace, all too aware of his strength, the temptation
of being so near. His toes touched the tips of her sandals. Their bellies
snuggled against each other, her nipples grazing his chest.
She felt each breath he took.
With his attention still on her, he reached over and opened
the refrigerator. Leaning close, his mouth on her ear, he murmured, “Go on.
Make us lunch. Dazzle me. I’ll watch.”
Tessa turned her face into him, smelling his skin and hair.
Both clean and so very male, she was about to purr, no different from a kitten.
“Okay.”
Logan released her. It took Tessa a few minutes before she
could do the same with him. Once she had, he leaned against the center island,
arms folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. Waiting. Watching.
Beneath his scrutiny she grew shy, which excited her to the
point of dizziness. As though he was the lord of the manor and she was his
scullery maid, unnoticed at first yet now unclothed, ordered to go about her
tasks nude, unprotected against the intensity of his gaze and touch.
Unable to pull her attention from him, Tessa reached inside
the fridge and grabbed what was closest to her. An opened can of puppy food.
“Better not,” he murmured. “Molly and Jack haven’t reached
the sharing stage yet.” He fought a smile. “Maybe you should look at what you’re
reaching for.”
Uh-huh. She turned to the fridge’s contents, not seeing any
of them. Cool air wafted over her. Didn’t do a damn thing to reduce her
feverish state. Logan had left the counter to move
“I wouldn’t be here with you if I were,” Tessa added,
saddened that he’d think that of her even though he had every right given why
she was here. Still, she wasn’t that casual when it came to sex or
relationships. Never would be. “I was talking to the agency,” she lied. “To let
them know I arrived here okay.”
“Wallace couldn’t do that?”
“Well yeah, he could.” She thought fast to cover her lie. “But
he’s getting up there, you know? Forgets stuff. I had to remind him about
picking me up today. He’s probably still winded from lifting my luggage. Don’t
get me wrong, he’s a nice man but not exactly the Incredible Hulk.”
Logan nodded seriously. “You like them big, green, and mean,
huh?”
She liked him joking around again. Playing with her.
Teasing. “I like kinky…within reason.”
Curiosity sparkled in his eyes. “Define reason.”
God, he was a good flirt. If he allowed himself to be happy
again, to forget the horrible events that had changed his life, he’d have women
crawling all over him. Even without his massive wealth, Tessa knew his great
looks and what she sensed was his kind heart would have drawn hundreds of
females to him. Maybe thousands. All of them babes.
None of them ordinary like her.
Of course, if he’d done what most guys would have, just gone
on living, finding another wife, building a new future, Tessa wouldn’t have
been here right now. Sorrow stabbed her at what he’d lost…what she might not
have experienced if it hadn’t happened. It was wrong for her to feel glad about
her time with him, but Tessa couldn’t help herself. These moments were
precious, no matter what Felicity had claimed. Connecting with him mattered far
more than gratuitous sex to quell a momentary desire.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” she said, answering
his comment about defining reason.
Logan’s expression grew firm. “You have until our lunch is
finished. Outside. By the pond. Just as you want.” He slipped his arm around her
waist, easing her away from the refrigerator door and into him.
Intolerable need tore through Tessa so quickly, she wanted
to get as freaking close as possible. Physically and emotionally. If she could
have, she would have crawled beneath his skin, to touch his heart and stroke
his soul.
Overwhelmed by her unruly emotions, she lifted her face to
his, helpless within his embrace, all too aware of his strength, the temptation
of being so near. His toes touched the tips of her sandals. Their bellies
snuggled against each other, her nipples grazing his chest.
She felt each breath he took.
With his attention still on her, he reached over and opened
the refrigerator. Leaning close, his mouth on her ear, he murmured, “Go on.
Make us lunch. Dazzle me. I’ll watch.”
Tessa turned her face into him, smelling his skin and hair.
Both clean and so very male, she was about to purr, no different from a kitten.
“Okay.”
Logan released her. It took Tessa a few minutes before she
could do the same with him. Once she had, he leaned against the center island,
arms folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankles. Waiting. Watching.
Beneath his scrutiny she grew shy, which excited her to the
point of dizziness. As though he was the lord of the manor and she was his
scullery maid, unnoticed at first yet now unclothed, ordered to go about her
tasks nude, unprotected against the intensity of his gaze and touch.
Unable to pull her attention from him, Tessa reached inside
the fridge and grabbed what was closest to her. An opened can of puppy food.
“Better not,” he murmured. “Molly and Jack haven’t reached
the sharing stage yet.” He fought a smile. “Maybe you should look at what you’re
reaching for.”
Uh-huh. She turned to the fridge’s contents, not seeing any
of them. Cool air wafted over her. Didn’t do a damn thing to reduce her
feverish state. Logan had left the counter to move
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