Page 49 of Fast Kill

“It’s great. I was so hungry and not looking forward to the scrambled eggs I was going to make. This was really nice of you.”

“Well I still want to actually take you out somewhere, but since that’s not an option right now, dinner had to come to you. And I also brought this.” He reached into the other bag and produced two pints of ice cream. “No pistachio.”

It made her smile. “You remembered.”

“Of course.” He walked over to the kitchen and put the bags on the counter before popping the ice cream into the freezer.

“How’s your knee?” With his jeans on she couldn’t tell if it was swollen or not, but his limp seemed a little less pronounced today.

“Better.”

Uh-huh. She aimed a pointed look at him. “You’re still supposed to be using your crutches, aren’t you?”

He looked up with a grin that made her breath catch. God, he was sexy, and she’d been fantasizing about what his beard would feel like all over her naked breasts and between her thighs. “Don’t tell my physical therapist. She’s a real ball buster.”

“Maybe you should listen to her then.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt me.” His grin widened as he stared at her. “It drives you nuts that I’m not following the rules, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but mostly because you’re just delaying your recovery by being a pig-headed alpha male.”

“Ouch.”

Closing the distance between them, she took him by the shoulders and pushed, trying to propel him back toward the living room. It was like trying to move a brick wall. “How about you go sit down and I’ll serve this up? You should be resting.”

He didn’t budge, and reached around behind him to snag her forearm. With one tug, he had her in front of him, both those powerful arms wrapped around her waist. Every one of her nerve endings lit up, anticipation curling inside her. “How about you kiss me first, then we’ll both serve this up.”

Well she couldn’t turn down that offer.

Hands braced on his solid shoulders, she lifted onto her toes as his lips came down on hers. A burst of heat sizzled through her, energizing her entire body. His lips were warm and seductive, his short beard tickling her skin, and the way he slid one hand into her hair to cradle the back of her head caused her lower belly to somersault.

His tongue stroked hers, caressing and teasing, making her nipples tighten and her core throb. Then one of those amazing hands slipped down her throat to graze the outer curve of her breast.

She pushed into his hand, seeking more, and he obliged, cupping her, gliding his thumb across the straining center. Making her crave more of his touch. His mouth. All of him, whether that was smart or not. They were too different in so many ways. If they tried a relationship he’d wind up bored within a few weeks and end it. She wasn’t looking forward to having her heart broken, but she wanted him anyway.

Her pulse was thudding double time when he suddenly lifted his head a moment later and stared down at her, desire burning bright in his blue-green eyes. “Let’s save that for dessert.”

A delicious shiver spiraled through her. She wanted to strip those shirts off him and lick him all over, yet she loved that he wasn’t trying to rush her into bed as pretty much every other guy she’d been involved with would have. He definitely knew how to fan the flame of her pilot light.

“I’ll get the plates,” she said, a little breathless.

They filled their plates with fragrant rice and coconut curry prawns with pineapple, and chicken cooked in a lemongrass/coconut sauce, and sprinkled toasted cashews over the top.

“Oh my God, it smells amazing.” Taylor breathed in the mouthwatering scent on the way to the couch. Her stomach growled and her mouth watered.

She’d devoured half of it by the time she realized Logan was watching her with a bemused expression. She flushed. “I was starving. Literally starving. Been too busy to eat all day.” She gestured to the stacked files on the table in front of them.

“No, it’s all good. Big difference from last time we ate together, that’s all. Including the cake you brought to Jamie and Charlie’s.”

Because that time she’d barely eaten anything. The agency had sent her to dinner with him so Logan could keep an eye on Baker while Charlie and Jamie had eaten with the guy. Taylor had been so damn nervous, completely out of her element and wishing she was back at the hotel pouring over her spreadsheets.

She’d been such an idiot. “Yeah, no kidding,” she said, embarrassed at how awkward she must have seemed then.

He’d placed a bag on the coffee table when he sat down, and reached for it. “Picked you up something else, too.”

Glancing at him in surprise, Taylor took the bag, opened it and gasped. “Sudoku!” She’d been so busy getting settled and working on her files, she hadn’t thought to ask someone to bring her books over.

He grinned. “Yep. Saw them sitting in a rack when I was in the grocery store picking up this.”

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