with its own exploration, and when she flicked a finger over a nipple, he groaned.
This time he was certain he had because he heard it, the sound a red flag to his lust-filled brain. He had to stop. He didn’t want to stop. One more minute—he would allow himself one more minute.
When she sucked on his tongue, he forgot about time and minutes. Tangling one hand into hair softer than silk, he slid the other over the curve of her breast. She sighed into his mouth.
He felt the vibration of her sigh down to his bones. Tentatively, her fingers traced the bulge in his jeans, and he vibrated again.
Amazing .
Logan pressed her palm down on his cock. She tried to curl her hand around him, but the tight denim prevented her from grasping him. As she reached for the zipper, he vibrated a third time.
Christ, it was his damn phone. Lifting his head, he looked at her, taking in the dilated eyes, and the mouth, pink and moist from his kisses. He could have Evan’s wife this minute on her sofa. Disgusted with his breach of honor and his disrespect to his best friend and SEAL brother’s wife, Logan untangled his hand from her hair and mumbled an apology.
He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, looked at the caller ID, and punched TALK . “Hello, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER SIX
S weetheart?
Dani left the room, allowing him to talk to the buxom Maria in private. Seeing the woman’s name on his phone reminded her there was a prior claim on Logan. “Hello, sweetheart,” she mimicked as she slapped a package of shaved Black Forest ham down on the counter. What incredible timing. The lady must be clairvoyant.
To make matters worse, he had apologized for the kiss. Again. So, why was he kissing her if there was another woman in his life?
After putting a layer of baby Swiss cheese on top of the ham, she turned on the broiler. She sliced a kosher dill pickle and put the slivers on their plates. God, he was a good kisser. Somehow she needed to learn what his relationship with this Maria was. If it was serious and a commitment existed between them, then there would be no more kissing. Or fondling. Or the other stuff that followed fondling.
On the other hand . . .
The Georgia peach slices added the perfect finishing touch. Envisioning how the plates would look with the toasted ham and cheese hoagies added to them, she smiled with satisfaction. Not able to resist a fat, ripe peach, she picked up a slice and popped it into her mouth, the juice running down her chin. She turned to get a paper towel and shrieked.
How long had Logan been watching her? He looked so manly leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Smoldering chocolate-colored eyes followed the juice sliding down her chin. She stuck out her tongue and licked at the peach juice. His nostrils flared as he lifted his eyes to hers.
Heaven help her. The man was a living, breathing, walking advertisement for “Why I Want to Have Sex.” She shivered and hoped he didn’t notice.
His gaze slid over her body. “Are you cold, Dani?”
The words rumbled over and through her. Good God, even his voice dripped sex, and jeez, the way her name slid over his tongue sent heat spiraling through her. Her favorite Regency word came to mind. Wanton . Yes siree, she was one of those.
“Uh . . . no. I’m fine. Really. Are you hungry? I’ve made lunch. Well, almost. Just have to stick this under the broiler.” She shoved the cookie sheet with the hoagies into the oven and slammed the door shut.
“Didn’t mean to do that,” she muttered. Amusement shimmered in his eyes. She might slap his face yet. “Beer?”
“Sure.”
“Grab one from the fridge.” Opening a drawer, she picked up a bottle opener, but before she could give it to him, he’d twisted the cap off. Evan used to do the same thing. She stood like an idiot as tears welled in her eyes. God, what was wrong with her?
He set the beer on the counter, took the opener from her hand, and put it back
This time he was certain he had because he heard it, the sound a red flag to his lust-filled brain. He had to stop. He didn’t want to stop. One more minute—he would allow himself one more minute.
When she sucked on his tongue, he forgot about time and minutes. Tangling one hand into hair softer than silk, he slid the other over the curve of her breast. She sighed into his mouth.
He felt the vibration of her sigh down to his bones. Tentatively, her fingers traced the bulge in his jeans, and he vibrated again.
Amazing .
Logan pressed her palm down on his cock. She tried to curl her hand around him, but the tight denim prevented her from grasping him. As she reached for the zipper, he vibrated a third time.
Christ, it was his damn phone. Lifting his head, he looked at her, taking in the dilated eyes, and the mouth, pink and moist from his kisses. He could have Evan’s wife this minute on her sofa. Disgusted with his breach of honor and his disrespect to his best friend and SEAL brother’s wife, Logan untangled his hand from her hair and mumbled an apology.
He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, looked at the caller ID, and punched TALK . “Hello, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER SIX
S weetheart?
Dani left the room, allowing him to talk to the buxom Maria in private. Seeing the woman’s name on his phone reminded her there was a prior claim on Logan. “Hello, sweetheart,” she mimicked as she slapped a package of shaved Black Forest ham down on the counter. What incredible timing. The lady must be clairvoyant.
To make matters worse, he had apologized for the kiss. Again. So, why was he kissing her if there was another woman in his life?
After putting a layer of baby Swiss cheese on top of the ham, she turned on the broiler. She sliced a kosher dill pickle and put the slivers on their plates. God, he was a good kisser. Somehow she needed to learn what his relationship with this Maria was. If it was serious and a commitment existed between them, then there would be no more kissing. Or fondling. Or the other stuff that followed fondling.
On the other hand . . .
The Georgia peach slices added the perfect finishing touch. Envisioning how the plates would look with the toasted ham and cheese hoagies added to them, she smiled with satisfaction. Not able to resist a fat, ripe peach, she picked up a slice and popped it into her mouth, the juice running down her chin. She turned to get a paper towel and shrieked.
How long had Logan been watching her? He looked so manly leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Smoldering chocolate-colored eyes followed the juice sliding down her chin. She stuck out her tongue and licked at the peach juice. His nostrils flared as he lifted his eyes to hers.
Heaven help her. The man was a living, breathing, walking advertisement for “Why I Want to Have Sex.” She shivered and hoped he didn’t notice.
His gaze slid over her body. “Are you cold, Dani?”
The words rumbled over and through her. Good God, even his voice dripped sex, and jeez, the way her name slid over his tongue sent heat spiraling through her. Her favorite Regency word came to mind. Wanton . Yes siree, she was one of those.
“Uh . . . no. I’m fine. Really. Are you hungry? I’ve made lunch. Well, almost. Just have to stick this under the broiler.” She shoved the cookie sheet with the hoagies into the oven and slammed the door shut.
“Didn’t mean to do that,” she muttered. Amusement shimmered in his eyes. She might slap his face yet. “Beer?”
“Sure.”
“Grab one from the fridge.” Opening a drawer, she picked up a bottle opener, but before she could give it to him, he’d twisted the cap off. Evan used to do the same thing. She stood like an idiot as tears welled in her eyes. God, what was wrong with her?
He set the beer on the counter, took the opener from her hand, and put it back
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