Page 107 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

“It’s something I’m not particularly proud of having. I understand it’s not my fault, but I still feel lesser because of it. I suppose it didn’t help that my team decided to keep it under wraps: it was felt that it didn’t add to my action hero persona. Only a handful of people are aware I have it.”

Since he was finally coming clean, there was no going back. He had to say the very thing that had been on his mind almost from the second they had met.

“That wasn’t the only reason I left that night. I’ve been attracted to you from the start, but you were traumatized. A victim. Added with the memory loss and it didn’t seem right for me to take advantage of you like that. And, as you’ve since discovered, I do have a tendency to be protective over helpless women. I had to know that what I was feeling was for you, and not because of my hero complex.”

Jane felt as if she wasn’t in her body. “I might not know who I am, but I can decide who I want to become involved with. How could you think you’d be taking advantage of me?”

He peered at her beneath dark lashes. “You’re staying in my home. You could have thought you had to reciprocate, even if you didn’t want to, or risk angering me.”

She would never have thought that of him, though she understood why it might have been a concern of his.

“You would never do that.”

“But, you didn’t know that.”

She shook her head, her eyes softening. “I do, actually. I know enough about you that I trust you more than anyone else in this world.”

His smile was rueful. “So, out of the five people you know, then?”

She gave him a look that clearly showed that was not what she meant.

“So, you really did want to stay with me that night?”

Though he’d already explained his feelings for her, she still seemed to doubt them.

She would never believe anything he had to say about the matter. Whatever had happened to her in the past, something — or someone — had done a real number on her confidence. Whether she could remember that or not, it seemed obvious to him now.

He would just have to show her.

Leaning in, he kissed her with a passion that left her breathless. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her in close. Only Loki, still lying between them, stopped him from crushing her to him.

Her lips yielded beneath his as he tasted her sweetness. He nibbled and teased, enjoying the shiver his actions caused. She trembled in his hands even as she moved into him more.

Her body felt so right in his hands, he had to fight the urge not to tear off her clothes then and there. This night had to be savored. He stood and scooped her into his arms again. Her hands went around his neck and he caught a hint of the delicious citrus scent that covered her skin.

Still kissing her, he started toward the bedroom as Loki bolted off the sofa after them.

When he laid her down onto his bed, Jane wasn’t even aware how they had gotten there, caught in a wave of desire so strong. She barely noticed the bed that faced the wrap-around windows that overlooked the ocean, or the roaring log fire that sizzled in the corner, adding to the heat that could already be felt.

Loki made a leap for the bed, but it was too high for him. He whined, but when there was no assistance from the two of them, he moved to the fireplace and settled on a pair of Logan’s slippers.

With her hair fanned around her, her chest heaving with desire, and those lips plump from their kissing, Jane was a vision.

Logan kissed the neck that had been teasing him all night, luxuriating in the silkiness of her skin. She tasted of cream and honey, and smelled of some heady concoction that sent blood rushing through his veins. He reached behind her to the zipper as she turned onto her side to grant him better access.

That small movement that signified her eagerness for him rocked him to his core. He slid the dress off her, drawing in a breath at the miracle of her body which, until now, he’d only had glimpses of.

Lowering his lips to hers again, his hands explored her body. She gasped into his mouth, her hands reaching up as she undid his shirt.

She fumbled with the buttons, struggling to concentrate when his mouth, his hands were doing delicious things to her. Finally the shirt came off, and she saw just how beautiful he was. Her hands laid against his chest, fingers curving around the smattering of dark hair that was there. They moved down to his navel. He shivered. She loved that she was the cause of it.

She undid his belt buckle, fingers trembling until he made fast work of it himself. Stepping out of his tailored pants, he stood in all his glory, hidden only by a small pair of briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

Jane swallowed the lump in her throat.

He was so wild, filled to the brim with masculinity. His touch was greedy, yet his kisses were as gentle as butterflies.

He laid on top of her as they feasted on each other. Feeling her bare flesh pressed against his, Logan felt a jolt of need that threatened to over power him. He had to force himself to take things slow. Her moans were a song to his ears.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as they became one.

When they finally exploded, the rush caused them both to collapse into a sweaty heap.

She fell asleep in his arms, listening to his chest beating against the sound of the waves lapping on the shore below.

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