her. “We’ll play it by ear, see where things take
us.”
“Okay.” And if she could find a way around Rowdy’s temper over
it all, then for sure, the bed would win. But she had no illusions about keeping
this from her brother. He knew everything she did, and who she did it with.
Well, not the sexual details, of course. But he always watched
her so closely, no way would he miss the fact that Logan had been in her
apartment, during a power outage, without a lot to do to keep them busy.
Rowdy wouldn’t be happy. She sometimes thought if he could have
his way, he’d keep her locked up, out of sight.
Out of the way.
Thinking about that bothered her, so she again said to Logan,
“You need to go.”
Something dark and dangerous—probably ego—glittered in his
eyes. “You have my number handy?”
“On top of the fridge.”
Despite his menacing expression, his touch remained gentle,
persuasive. “Keep it by your bedside, all right? Better, program it into your
cell phone. Just in case you need me.”
Need him? Did he mean for sexual satisfaction or physical
protection? Either way… “I’ll be fine.”
Answering her question, he said, “If this blackout lasts, you
don’t know what kind of trouble might come knocking at your door.”
True enough, but she wasn’t worried. “It’s just a storm.” God
knew she had survived worse things than weather. “And actually…I’m good with
numbers.”
“Meaning you’ve memorized it already?”
She shrugged.
“Good.” Still he hesitated. “I’m leaving under duress.”
Never had she known anyone like him. Sure, most men would take
sex in just about any circumstances that they could get it. But what they had
just done had to top the list of peculiar sexual encounters.
Still, she knew he’d reached satisfaction. His harsh groans had
been wonderful to hear, and the way his body had tensed, the heat pouring off
him during his release—she’d loved every second of it.
He’d gotten what he wanted. But now, instead of being glad to
escape further involvement, he wanted to hang around.
That sort of made her smile. “Thank you.”
Taking her by surprise, he wrapped one arm around her waist,
the other under her backside, and he lifted her off her feet. Given her height,
that was no easy feat, but he didn’t look strained.
Actually, he looked turned on. Again.
With her pelvis flattened to his hard abdomen, her legs aligned
with his, she braced her hands on his bare shoulders. Hot.
“Logan!” She gasped. “What are you doing?”
Her well-covered breasts were even with his chin, but he stared
into her eyes. “I need another taste to tide me over until tomorrow.”
“Oh.” She found no fault with that plan. “Okay.”
Treating her to the full effect of his potent appeal, he kissed
her—and this kiss was different from the others. Not entirely sexual, but not
exactly sweet and innocent, either.
It was maybe a kiss of…understanding. And interest.
As he lowered her back to her feet, he said, “Think about me
tonight, Sue. And think about what we’ll do tomorrow.” He gave her one more kiss
before leaving.
Pepper watched him go. Think about him? She doubted she’d be
able to think of anything else.
* * *
H AT PULLED LOW , collar up, Rowdy Yates hung
back in the shadows, shielded from the downpour by the slight overhang of the
building across from the apartment complex. He chewed the end of a toothpick
until there was nothing left of it.
What the hell was she thinking, fooling around with the new
neighbor? She knew better, damn it.
Because he’d taught her better.
Having random, well-hidden cameras in the building hadn’t
proved useful until now. Usually, she took no chances. He’d felt safe with the
occasional contact, knowing Pepper could reach him in case of an emergency.
But ever since Logan Stark had moved in, he’d been more
vigilant—mostly because Pepper had been different. It seemed that, despite all
his precautions,
us.”
“Okay.” And if she could find a way around Rowdy’s temper over
it all, then for sure, the bed would win. But she had no illusions about keeping
this from her brother. He knew everything she did, and who she did it with.
Well, not the sexual details, of course. But he always watched
her so closely, no way would he miss the fact that Logan had been in her
apartment, during a power outage, without a lot to do to keep them busy.
Rowdy wouldn’t be happy. She sometimes thought if he could have
his way, he’d keep her locked up, out of sight.
Out of the way.
Thinking about that bothered her, so she again said to Logan,
“You need to go.”
Something dark and dangerous—probably ego—glittered in his
eyes. “You have my number handy?”
“On top of the fridge.”
Despite his menacing expression, his touch remained gentle,
persuasive. “Keep it by your bedside, all right? Better, program it into your
cell phone. Just in case you need me.”
Need him? Did he mean for sexual satisfaction or physical
protection? Either way… “I’ll be fine.”
Answering her question, he said, “If this blackout lasts, you
don’t know what kind of trouble might come knocking at your door.”
True enough, but she wasn’t worried. “It’s just a storm.” God
knew she had survived worse things than weather. “And actually…I’m good with
numbers.”
“Meaning you’ve memorized it already?”
She shrugged.
“Good.” Still he hesitated. “I’m leaving under duress.”
Never had she known anyone like him. Sure, most men would take
sex in just about any circumstances that they could get it. But what they had
just done had to top the list of peculiar sexual encounters.
Still, she knew he’d reached satisfaction. His harsh groans had
been wonderful to hear, and the way his body had tensed, the heat pouring off
him during his release—she’d loved every second of it.
He’d gotten what he wanted. But now, instead of being glad to
escape further involvement, he wanted to hang around.
That sort of made her smile. “Thank you.”
Taking her by surprise, he wrapped one arm around her waist,
the other under her backside, and he lifted her off her feet. Given her height,
that was no easy feat, but he didn’t look strained.
Actually, he looked turned on. Again.
With her pelvis flattened to his hard abdomen, her legs aligned
with his, she braced her hands on his bare shoulders. Hot.
“Logan!” She gasped. “What are you doing?”
Her well-covered breasts were even with his chin, but he stared
into her eyes. “I need another taste to tide me over until tomorrow.”
“Oh.” She found no fault with that plan. “Okay.”
Treating her to the full effect of his potent appeal, he kissed
her—and this kiss was different from the others. Not entirely sexual, but not
exactly sweet and innocent, either.
It was maybe a kiss of…understanding. And interest.
As he lowered her back to her feet, he said, “Think about me
tonight, Sue. And think about what we’ll do tomorrow.” He gave her one more kiss
before leaving.
Pepper watched him go. Think about him? She doubted she’d be
able to think of anything else.
* * *
H AT PULLED LOW , collar up, Rowdy Yates hung
back in the shadows, shielded from the downpour by the slight overhang of the
building across from the apartment complex. He chewed the end of a toothpick
until there was nothing left of it.
What the hell was she thinking, fooling around with the new
neighbor? She knew better, damn it.
Because he’d taught her better.
Having random, well-hidden cameras in the building hadn’t
proved useful until now. Usually, she took no chances. He’d felt safe with the
occasional contact, knowing Pepper could reach him in case of an emergency.
But ever since Logan Stark had moved in, he’d been more
vigilant—mostly because Pepper had been different. It seemed that, despite all
his precautions,
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