Page 62 of Fast Kill

Logan.

He was no longer wrapped around her like a living blanket as he had been most of the night. Her eyes popped open, but his side of the bed was empty and the room was still dim. He hadn’t been inside her yet, because neither of them had any protection with them, but after that much needed, mind-blowing release in the shower it had been heaven to snuggle up naked against that hot, powerful body.

She’d never felt so safe and relaxed in her life as she had last night. Where had he gone?

She rolled to her side and half sat up, looking around the room. The apartment was silent. He’d left? Without saying goodbye?

Out of nowhere, a strange hollowness opened up in her chest. As if he’d taken a chunk of her heart with him.

The realization stopped her cold. God, was it too late? She had feelings for him. Big feelings. Just how far had she fallen for him?

Reaching for her glasses, she spotted the note beside them on the bedside table.Gone to grab us something tastier than eggs and toast for breakfast. Back soon. Logan.

The hollowness vanished instantly, replaced by excitement and anticipation. Was this what infatuation felt like?

She jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get showered, brush her teeth and get dressed. It was Sunday, and she’d planned to get more work done, but if Logan wanted to spend the day with her here then she’d catch up on everything later.

The realization that she was willing to put work aside for a man was so startling that she stopped in the act of brushing her hair to stare at her reflection in the mirror. “Whoareyou?”

The new, improved version of Taylor Kennedy.A wide grin spread across her face. “Because I am worthy.” She liked this new her.

A lot.

While she waited for Logan to return she took some files back to bed with her. By the soft light of the bedside lamp she studied the columns of numbers and the reports the offshore banks had sent her.

For the first time in recent memory, she couldn’t concentrate. On the pages before her, the rows and tables of data held no appeal whatsoever. The driving need to figure out the puzzle before her was absent, and the idea of sifting through the material for a key bit of information left her bored and unsatisfied.

Wow, two firsts in one day. Just a few days with Logan and he was already playing hell on her focus and work ethic.

Sighing, she took off her glasses and set them aside with the files, then rolled to her side and closed her eyes to rest them. She pictured Logan, smiling at her yesterday as he’d hauled the kayak out of the water. He’d been so wonderful to her, making her feel like a desirable and interesting woman rather than a dull and socially awkward numbers geek.

She must have drifted off, because the next thing she knew, her T-shirt was sliding up her back and the scent of coffee teased her nose.Mmm, breakfast in bed?She’d never done that before.

“You’re back,” she murmured sleepily.

“Yeah. Missed you while I was gone, too.” Warm lips began trailing kisses up the length of her spine.

Smiling, all sleepy and warm, she kept her eyes closed and allowed herself to drift, enjoying his attention. The bedside lamp clicked off a moment later and the bed shifted. Logan’s warm hands began peeling off her clothes, the touch of his fingertips leaving streaks of fire in their wake. She was wet already, her entire body soft and aching for him.

So when he tugged her hips backward to bring her onto her knees, she sighed and followed his cues. Her skin buzzed at the feel of his beard and lips moving up the inside of her thigh. She held her breath, belatedly realized she’d curled her fingers into the sheets and stopped thinking altogether when his tongue delved between her legs to stroke over her tender center.

“Ohh,” she moaned, unable to form a more coherent response than that.

It felt like she was dissolving from the inside out, each tender lap of his tongue against her swollen clit increasing the aching need. She opened wider for him, resting her weight on her forearms, the muscles in her legs trembling slightly. The whole time he kept one solid palm pressed to the base of her spine and the other curled around her hip, anchoring her in place while his mouth took her toward heaven.

Soon she was gasping and panting, twisting against his mouth. She needed more. Needed him to push into her, fill her.

Logan sucked at her gently, making her back arch before he eased away. She let out a mewl of frustration and started to turn around but he stayed her with a solid grip on her hip. “Stay still.”

She did, allowing her head to rest back on her pillow while the whisper of him stripping came from behind her, followed by a quiet tearing sound.

“Picked us up something else while I was out, too,” he whispered, moving in behind her.

A wall of heat and strength surrounded her as his chest touched her back, his hips pressed tight to her rear. Her body responded to the feel of all that strength wrapping around her, not to hurt or control, but to cherish and protect. To pleasure.

There was no fear, and no self-consciousness. She trusted him completely. A light shudder rippled through her body, her heart swelling.

With tiny caresses, he slid the hard, thick ridge of his erection against her folds. She gasped and pushed backward, hungry for more, desperately glad he’d thought to buy condoms.

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