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intently surveying her.
The unabashed attention he was giving her was coming in a very close second to wreaking just as much havoc on her senses as hyperventilating had. His stare caressed her like a physical touch. Logically, she knew that was probably only the case because she’d been in a self-imposed wasteland without any kind of man-on-woman contact. Realistically, she knew he was just making a visual assessment of her state. But logic and reality aside, it warmed her from the inside out. She felt something she’d been lacking for quite some time now, but the evidence of the shortage was now inarguably evident and embarrassingly overwhelming.
She felt seen. Special. Cared for.
Knowing that those emotions were tipping the scales of normal responses in the direction of dangerously close to swooning, Emma pushed off the bed to gain some footing back. She would show Logan—and herself—that she was fine and could stand on her own two feet.
Her planned backfired big time when Logan’s sizable hand held her firmly in place, his voice smooth as butter as he asked with a dominant tone, “Just sit for a minute for me, okay?”
Emma nodded and sank back down on the mattress, not trusting herself to speak. She was scared she would reveal one of the many thoughts that were running through her head, which were all variations of, “ Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you want .”
At her easy acquiescence, Logan’s grin turned to a full-blown smile that showcased two deep dimples. His thumb ran up and down her inner thigh in what Emma assumed was a comforting motion, but it was anything but comforting. Arousing? Check. Seducing? Check. Titillating? Check. Comforting? Hmmm…not so much.
What started as a single lightning bolt turned into a full-blown electric storm between her thighs. At the onslaught of sensation down under, Emma’s cheeks began to heat.
“Good. You’re getting some color back.”
Again, she bobbed her head in agreement, not verbalizing the response that was on the tip of her tongue, “ Yes. Yes, I am, thanks to you, Mr. Magic Fingers .”
A noise came from the doorway, and she looked over to see the screen of her phone illuminated on the floor. The device must have slipped out of her hand.
Logan stood and retrieved it for her. She immediately missed the weight of his hand. The brush of his thumb. The connection of his touch.
She definitely needed to get out more.
“Are you sure you want to see this?” His left eyebrow rose as he held the phone out to her.
Finally having found words to speak that weren’t “As you wish” a la Wesley from The Princess Bride or “Yes, Master” a la Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie , she cleared her throat. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just been a long couple of days.”
Taking the phone, she saw that Caroline needed a response sooner rather than later. Feeling backed into a corner, Emma breathed in deeply as she typed back the only response she could.
“Is everything okay?” Logan asked.
She waved her hand dismissively. “Mmm hmm. It’s just that the offer we wanted for optioning the series came in and the only stipulation was that they needed to have the series completed in two months instead of six due to production schedules.”
“Is that bad?” Logan’s tone remained neutral.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, no, it’s not bad that our first choice has come in with an offer. But yes, it’s bad that I have eight weeks to finish two books. Which isn’t good for several reasons. The first is, I’ve been suffering from an epic bout of writer’s block, and Drew still has six weeks left of summer break. Usually, I try to work less to spend time with him. With this deadline, I’ll have to work pretty much round the clock,” she explained in one breath.
When she finally paused, she noticed that Logan’s expression was unreadable, and it hit her that he might’ve been asking out of common courtesy and not genuine interest.
This wasn’t
The unabashed attention he was giving her was coming in a very close second to wreaking just as much havoc on her senses as hyperventilating had. His stare caressed her like a physical touch. Logically, she knew that was probably only the case because she’d been in a self-imposed wasteland without any kind of man-on-woman contact. Realistically, she knew he was just making a visual assessment of her state. But logic and reality aside, it warmed her from the inside out. She felt something she’d been lacking for quite some time now, but the evidence of the shortage was now inarguably evident and embarrassingly overwhelming.
She felt seen. Special. Cared for.
Knowing that those emotions were tipping the scales of normal responses in the direction of dangerously close to swooning, Emma pushed off the bed to gain some footing back. She would show Logan—and herself—that she was fine and could stand on her own two feet.
Her planned backfired big time when Logan’s sizable hand held her firmly in place, his voice smooth as butter as he asked with a dominant tone, “Just sit for a minute for me, okay?”
Emma nodded and sank back down on the mattress, not trusting herself to speak. She was scared she would reveal one of the many thoughts that were running through her head, which were all variations of, “ Yes, sir. I’ll do anything you want .”
At her easy acquiescence, Logan’s grin turned to a full-blown smile that showcased two deep dimples. His thumb ran up and down her inner thigh in what Emma assumed was a comforting motion, but it was anything but comforting. Arousing? Check. Seducing? Check. Titillating? Check. Comforting? Hmmm…not so much.
What started as a single lightning bolt turned into a full-blown electric storm between her thighs. At the onslaught of sensation down under, Emma’s cheeks began to heat.
“Good. You’re getting some color back.”
Again, she bobbed her head in agreement, not verbalizing the response that was on the tip of her tongue, “ Yes. Yes, I am, thanks to you, Mr. Magic Fingers .”
A noise came from the doorway, and she looked over to see the screen of her phone illuminated on the floor. The device must have slipped out of her hand.
Logan stood and retrieved it for her. She immediately missed the weight of his hand. The brush of his thumb. The connection of his touch.
She definitely needed to get out more.
“Are you sure you want to see this?” His left eyebrow rose as he held the phone out to her.
Finally having found words to speak that weren’t “As you wish” a la Wesley from The Princess Bride or “Yes, Master” a la Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie , she cleared her throat. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just been a long couple of days.”
Taking the phone, she saw that Caroline needed a response sooner rather than later. Feeling backed into a corner, Emma breathed in deeply as she typed back the only response she could.
“Is everything okay?” Logan asked.
She waved her hand dismissively. “Mmm hmm. It’s just that the offer we wanted for optioning the series came in and the only stipulation was that they needed to have the series completed in two months instead of six due to production schedules.”
“Is that bad?” Logan’s tone remained neutral.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean, no, it’s not bad that our first choice has come in with an offer. But yes, it’s bad that I have eight weeks to finish two books. Which isn’t good for several reasons. The first is, I’ve been suffering from an epic bout of writer’s block, and Drew still has six weeks left of summer break. Usually, I try to work less to spend time with him. With this deadline, I’ll have to work pretty much round the clock,” she explained in one breath.
When she finally paused, she noticed that Logan’s expression was unreadable, and it hit her that he might’ve been asking out of common courtesy and not genuine interest.
This wasn’t
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