Page 195 of Sin Bin

His expression darkened. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Isn’t that what all men say?”

“I’m not all men. I’m Logan. You know me.”

She said nothing, staring fixedly at the strong column of his throat.

Suddenly he stepped back and furiously ripped off his practice jersey, flinging it to the ice before he tore at his padding.

She stared at him in alarmed disbelief. “What’re you doing? Are you crazy? You’re gonna freeze your ass off!”

“Yeah?” he taunted, his massive bare chest glistening with sweat. “What do you care?”

“I care about you, you freaking idiot! Put your damn jersey back on!”

“Nope. Not until you agree to be my girlfriend.”

“Seriously, Logan?” she sputtered in exasperation. “You’re being ridiculous!”

“So are you,” he countered. “You know we’re damn good together. Why fight it?”

“I told you—” She broke off as he started skating circles around her, a blur of tanned male flesh and tribal tattoos. “What are you doing?”

“Give me one week to prove to you that we belong together,” he proposed.

She scowled. “I don’t need—”

“One week! That’s all I’m asking.”

She groaned. “This is crazy, Logan! Seriously,” she insisted, turning this way and that as she tried to address him. “You need to cut this out and put your jersey back on before you catch your death of cold!”

He ignored her exasperated warning, the blades of his skates cutting through the ice as he continued circling her. “I’m not stopping until you say yes.”

She rubbed her temple with her fingers, gnashing her teeth in frustration. “You need to respect my decision.”

“Not when I think you’re making a huge mistake.”

She made a frustrated sound and almost stamped her foot before she remembered that she was standing on a slippery surface.

“I can do this all night,” Logan taunted.

She let out an exasperated shriek, glaring at him as he passed in front of her. He was so infuriating she wanted to strangle him. At the same time, she was worried about his safety. He wasn’t wearing his helmet. The last thing she wanted was for him to make himself so dizzy that he’d fall and crack his damn head on the ice.

She tried one last appeal. “Logan—”

“All night,” he reminded her. “I’m here for the long haul, if that’s what it takes to make you see reason.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. Being with him was dangerous on so many levels. But something told her, deep down inside, that he was worth the risk.

So she capitulated to his demands. “Fine! I’ll go out with you!”

His skating slowed. “You’ll be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, Logan! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

He stopped directly behind her, brushing her hair to one side. His breath was soft on her nape, his body a warm wall at her back. Her skin tingled, her breasts swelling inside the lacy confines of her bra.

“I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need you.” His breath against her ear sent chills down her thighs. “But you know something, baby? I think you need me, too.”

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