Take (Temptation Series) by Ella Frank Page A

sit through playing board games all night, now he had to sit across from Tate playing with Rachel, his sister in-law, who he was apparently jealous of. His own stupidity astounded him.
    What the hell is the matter with me?
    Rachel was pregnant and madly in love with his brother for fuck’s sake.
    Logan brought a hand to his face and rubbed a palm over it before he cupped the back of his neck. Then he heard a door open and close behind him, and turned just in time to see Tate step out into the hall.
    Logan watched as he checked his left, and when he saw nothing and turned in his direction, Tate’s eyes narrowed and he began walking his way.
    Logan faced him as he approached and decided that the best way to deal with this was to deny everything .
    “Get everything taken care of?”
    It took a moment for him to work out what Tate was referring to, and then he remembered his fabricated story.
    “Yes. I called them back. All taken care of.”
    Tate didn’t stop walking and actually had Logan backing up until he hit the wall at the far end of the corridor.
    “What was it you told me earlier?” Tate asked as he placed his right hand against the wall.
    Never one to ever back down, Logan shrugged. “Don’t know.”
    Tate’s eyes moved over his face, and Logan could feel his heart beginning to thump hard inside his chest. I’m such a fool for this guy.
    “No. I remember. You told me I was a terrible liar.”
    “You are,” he agreed, but he shut his mouth when Tate’s other hand came up and caged him in against the wall.
    Fuck. This side of Tate, the forceful, take-what-you want side, stroked him in all the right places.
    “That may be true, but you know what, Logan? So are you. Why don’t you tell me why you really came out here?”
    Logan decided that there wasn’t going to be a better time than right now to try and make his point without sounding like a complete idiot. He lifted both hands and slid them under Tate’s jacket to the middle of his back.
    “I needed to—” Logan’s voice left him as Tate lowered his head and his curls brushed the side of his cheek.
    “You needed to…” Tate teased right by his ear.
    Logan leaned his head back against the wall and lost his train of thought when Tate’s lips sucked on his earlobe.
    “What did you need, Logan?”
    Right now, he needed to come, but they weren’t discussing that .
    “I needed to calm the fuck down.”
    Tate raised his head until they were eye to eye. Then Logan watched them widen slightly as if he hadn’t expected him to admit it.
    “Because?”
    Fine. If he had to admit to his moronic behavior, he was going to do it in a way that hopefully distracted Tate. He shoved away from the wall and turned them slightly, pushing Tate until his back was against the unforgiving surface.
    Yes, that’s much better.
    Tate put up no resistance as Logan fit his body as close as he could to the one in front of his.
    “You’re jealous,” Tate accused softly, but he didn’t stop there. “Not the puff-up-your-chest kind, but the stupid, illogical kind. Am I right?”
    God. Just hearing the words made Logan wince. He hated that they were true. They made him vulnerable. So instead of admitting anything, he brought a hand up and took Tate’s chin, holding his face still.
    “You make me…”
    “Yes?” Tate urged, moving his hips off the wall to bump their lower bodies together.
    Logan tilted his head up slightly and touched Tate’s upper lip with his tongue. When Tate opened his mouth, Logan tightened his grip on his chin and turned Tate’s face away. He brought his lips to the side of Tate’s stubbled jaw and gently sank his teeth in.
    The guy had him a second away from confessing his very soul right there in the fucking hallway.
    “I swear you make me lose my mind. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
    “Logan?”
    He put his mouth to Tate’s ear. “Yes?”
    “I fucking love that.”
    The confession ripped away the last vestiges of politeness he had,