and it was his nature to talk about things plainly. “I’m not an expert, but I know enough to know you were close to coming, and something happened to pull you back. If not me, not something I did, then what?” His tone was rich with patience and warmth. She felt like an idiot. “You can tell me, Sarah. I wish you would, in fact. I don’t like thinking I did something to chill you like that.”
“Really, it wasn’t you. Promise. I—I…it’s nothing. Just a thing. I see a lot of…bad things, in my work. It gets to the point where I can’t get them out of my head.This isn’t the first time it’s interfered with me having a satisfying sex life, so believe me, it’s not you.” She looked away—it was all he was going to get from her. It was all she was prepared to give.
He was gazing at her too intently, and she needed to get away. She turned to get up, felt his hand on her shoulder.
“Listen, I’m sorry to push. You don’t have to talk about it. I had a good time tonight. You want to get together and do something tomorrow?”
His request took her by surprise, and she blinked. Was he asking her on a date?
“Like what?”
“Something that doesn’t involve alcohol, maybe?”
She smiled, feeling that little tug she always seemed to get with him. Surprisingly, she wanted to spend more time with him, even if it was going nowhere. Standing, she took a deep breath as he lifted up easily to stand beside her.
“Okay. I guess I could meet you at breakfast and we can decide then.”
He stepped closer, and she felt her breath catch. He looked hot and handsome, and some of the tingle between her legs started up again, amazingly.
“And Sarah?”
“Huh?”
He leaned in, grazing her lips with a kiss that was light and yet incredibly scorching.
“You taste like heaven.”
He took her hand and started walking back toward the inn without another word.
S ARAH WOKE UP the next morning fully clothed and with the feeling she was terribly late. Late for what?
She glanced at her clock, struggling to clear her head. She’d slept late, exhausted after a restless night, to say the least.
Logan.
The events of the night before flooded back and she groaned. They had a date. How had she ended up agreeing to a date? Feeling heat invade her cheeks, she knew. Too many beers and too many nights alone had loosened her up just a little too much, softened her inhibitions. What he’d done had felt…good. Very good.
Abbreviated as it was, it was the best sex she’d had in a long time. Usually she didn’t even get that far, but apparently the alcohol helped her move past some of her blocks. Just not enough. She made a face, recalling his surprise when she’d asked him to stop. And much to his credit, he had. Without anger or even a hint of impatience, with apparently no thought to his own satisfaction, he’d stopped.
If only he hadn’t broken the spell when he spoke, maybe she could have blocked it out until she’d come. But that wouldn’t have been fair to him, since she wouldn’t have been able to go further.
What was she going to do now?
The inn provided breakfast between eight and ten, and it was nine-thirty. Her stomach growled, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed, stripping quickly and flying into the shower.
Regardless of her bad judgment the night before, she was hungry, and she didn’t want to be rude. She’d said she’d meet him for breakfast, and she would. Now that her head was clear, she could get things back where they should be. He’d probably taken off by now, anyway.
L OGAN SAT with his cup of coffee, wondering if Sarah was bagging on him. He was beat, but looked forward to seeing her again in the bright light of day. He’d stayed up, his body raring to go, and he’d used the excess energy to work on getting that connection going again—with no luck. He couldn’t work on it during the day when someone might notice; he had to do it at night.
And at this rate, he
“Really, it wasn’t you. Promise. I—I…it’s nothing. Just a thing. I see a lot of…bad things, in my work. It gets to the point where I can’t get them out of my head.This isn’t the first time it’s interfered with me having a satisfying sex life, so believe me, it’s not you.” She looked away—it was all he was going to get from her. It was all she was prepared to give.
He was gazing at her too intently, and she needed to get away. She turned to get up, felt his hand on her shoulder.
“Listen, I’m sorry to push. You don’t have to talk about it. I had a good time tonight. You want to get together and do something tomorrow?”
His request took her by surprise, and she blinked. Was he asking her on a date?
“Like what?”
“Something that doesn’t involve alcohol, maybe?”
She smiled, feeling that little tug she always seemed to get with him. Surprisingly, she wanted to spend more time with him, even if it was going nowhere. Standing, she took a deep breath as he lifted up easily to stand beside her.
“Okay. I guess I could meet you at breakfast and we can decide then.”
He stepped closer, and she felt her breath catch. He looked hot and handsome, and some of the tingle between her legs started up again, amazingly.
“And Sarah?”
“Huh?”
He leaned in, grazing her lips with a kiss that was light and yet incredibly scorching.
“You taste like heaven.”
He took her hand and started walking back toward the inn without another word.
S ARAH WOKE UP the next morning fully clothed and with the feeling she was terribly late. Late for what?
She glanced at her clock, struggling to clear her head. She’d slept late, exhausted after a restless night, to say the least.
Logan.
The events of the night before flooded back and she groaned. They had a date. How had she ended up agreeing to a date? Feeling heat invade her cheeks, she knew. Too many beers and too many nights alone had loosened her up just a little too much, softened her inhibitions. What he’d done had felt…good. Very good.
Abbreviated as it was, it was the best sex she’d had in a long time. Usually she didn’t even get that far, but apparently the alcohol helped her move past some of her blocks. Just not enough. She made a face, recalling his surprise when she’d asked him to stop. And much to his credit, he had. Without anger or even a hint of impatience, with apparently no thought to his own satisfaction, he’d stopped.
If only he hadn’t broken the spell when he spoke, maybe she could have blocked it out until she’d come. But that wouldn’t have been fair to him, since she wouldn’t have been able to go further.
What was she going to do now?
The inn provided breakfast between eight and ten, and it was nine-thirty. Her stomach growled, and she swung her legs over the side of the bed, stripping quickly and flying into the shower.
Regardless of her bad judgment the night before, she was hungry, and she didn’t want to be rude. She’d said she’d meet him for breakfast, and she would. Now that her head was clear, she could get things back where they should be. He’d probably taken off by now, anyway.
L OGAN SAT with his cup of coffee, wondering if Sarah was bagging on him. He was beat, but looked forward to seeing her again in the bright light of day. He’d stayed up, his body raring to go, and he’d used the excess energy to work on getting that connection going again—with no luck. He couldn’t work on it during the day when someone might notice; he had to do it at night.
And at this rate, he
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