Page 61 of Kilt Trip

She kissed him, tongue sliding against his, and whispered, “I want you, Logan.”

“I’ve wanted you since that first day.” He hadn’t meant for the truth to slip past his lips so easily, to throw out how serious this was to him, despite all his best intentions to keep his distance. Intentions that had become more and more lenient every time he saw her. Now he’d touched her, there was no going back. There was no way he could let her go.

Addie pulled back, and his heart dropped. She was always quick to push his buttons or toss out a sarcastic comment. Anything to avoid getting in too deep.

He braced himself for the impact.

She raked her fingers down his back and grabbed his arse, dragging his hips roughly against her. “And I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this right now.”

Logan’s heart echoed her words, hammering in his chest so he couldn’t hear anything over its beating.

Shaking from the yearning coursing through his veins, he crashed his lips against hers, unable to resist her pull for another second, needing to be physically fused to her more than he needed to breathe. Addie’s admission that she felt as strongly as he did was better than the feel of her body, and the feel of her body was a thousand times better than anything he’d imagined.

And he’d pictured this. Taking her for the first time in a tangle of sheets, her hair spilling over his pillows.

His movements stilled.

He was a damn fool.

He wanted to show her how deeply he cared. To learn her body and the taste of her skin. To hear her fall apart again when he was deep inside her. To hold her through the free fall.

Not have a quick fuck in a castle.

Logan braced his hands on the door behind her. Dropped his head to her shoulder. Breathed through his nose. It was too difficult to fight her riptide. He wanted to let go and drown in not only her body, but her, not concerned with coming back up for air. He was barely holding on to his self-control, his vision blurring at the edges.

Addie’s hands cupped his jaw and tilted his face up, her eyes full of confusion.

“Hold on. No. Not like this,” he said, panting. “Let’s do this right.”

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Addie stepped out of the cage of Logan’s arms, pulse skittering in her veins. She wasn’t sure why she wasn’t pressed up against the door calling out his name right now, but she had a pretty good idea.

For him, this would never be a night of screwing to get it out of their systems.

Sure, maybe for a second there, she’d fallen into him, into the way he looked at her, his eyes beckoning, like the sound of waves lapping a distant shore.

But Addie didn’t want anything tender or slow or candlelit. She wanted his body on hers. Right. Now.

She turned away from the low bed covered in white down blankets and the floor-to-ceiling walnut wainscoting behind it.

Logan leaned back against the door, foot propped behind him, and slipped his thumbs into the top of the blue-and-green kilt hanging low on his hips. His chest rose and fell like he could strip away the urgency from before simply by slowing his breathing.

The light and shadows played over the waves of his abs, the dip in the muscles of his arms, the bulge under his kilt. A chill hung in the air, but inside, she burned for him like the embers in a campfire.

The span of four heartbeats passed as she stared him down from across their battle lines, drawn once again. “Need a minute?” she asked, pushing.

He swallowed hard. “Yeah, I fucking need a minute,” he said, his voice gravelly.

Addie’s breathing went sideways when he didn’t immediately rush to her, when he held his ground. Crossing one arm over her chest, she gripped her shoulder.

This was no anonymous hookup in a pitch-black hotel room. Logan could see every detail of her in the bronze lamplight coming from the nightstand. She wasn’t self-conscious, but the light combined with Logan’s searching eyes stripped her down. Exposed her.

This was supposed to be fun.

Finally, he pushed off the door and crowded her without bringing their bodies together. His finger twisted in a curl and he pulled it straight, the back of his hand skimming over the slope of her breast.

The taut skin of his abs brushed against her belly and she gasped. He pulled back, cupping her face, gently tracing her cheekbone.

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