Page 56 of Undeniable Temptation

“No.” She shook her head. “They’re my mistakes. I was the one who couldn’t handle the situation professionally. I failed. I could’ve stopped you from kissing me.”

“Maybe.” He gave a harsh chuckle. “But there was no way you were leaving that room without me making a fool of myself. That kiss was the only thing distracting me from opening my big mouth and telling you how I felt. Either way, I know you would’ve ended up running.”

“I’m sorry.” There was nothing left to say. Logan was a great guy, but he meant nothing to her. He’d been her catharsis during life’s darkest days. He’d been the needed distraction. And she’d made sure the heavily inked tattooist knew their connection was only physical.

“Don’t be fucking sorry. We’ve both made enough apologies.” He got in her face, his growl throaty. “All I want is for you to realize I will never hurt you. I can promise you that.”

He warmed her, from the inside out. With his words. With his touch. With the hint of vulnerability in his tone that convinced her wholeheartedly of his sincerity. “I believe you.”

“Good.” His grin returned. “Because this wasn’t what I came out here for.” He cupped the back of her head, his forehead pressed to hers. “I missed you like hell.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes. There was a reason why they shouldn’t be doing this. But moving away wasn’t an option her body or mind was willing to take. She wrapped her free hand around his neck and entwined their fingers with the other.

She’d thought she’d known this man, had believed all his secrets were hers. In reality, she didn’t know the half of it. All those things she’d loved were far bigger, exponentially deeper. The reasons she’d fallen for him were now tenfold, and he’d already been irresistible.

“We should get back inside.” She nuzzled into him, her nose brushing his as she closed her eyes. He smelled so good. Clean. Masculine. She sucked the scent deep into her lungs and released a tiny whimper with the need to exhale. “After one more kiss,” she whispered, tilting her mouth over his.

She didn’t hear his chuckle, but she felt it in the vibration of his chest, the renewed happiness ebbing from him to sink into her heart. His soft lips coaxed the connection to a new level, sweet and innocent turning into demand and hunger with deft flicks of his tongue. He loomed over her, his large frame backing her into the closest car, her ass sinking against the cool metal.

His erection nudged her pubic bone, causing another whimper. She was struggling to fight the need to strip him bare and have him right here in the parking lot. It wouldn’t take long. Her pussy was already slick and ready to take him. The need for penetration may not even be necessary. The mere grind of his pelvis made her clit throb.

“If we don’t leave soon,” he panted, “I won’t stop at a kiss.”

“Then we should go…” It was hard to breathe, even harder to justify why this shouldn’t go further. “But…”

He pulled his lips away, his gleaming eyes all she could see. “You want to keep going?” His hand seared her thigh, his fingers clawing higher, lifting her skirt with every inch.

Yes, she wanted to keep going. Yes, she needed to feel him inside her. Yes, oh yes, she ached for the orgasm already threateningly close. But…

She palmed his face, the prepared whisper of affirmation fading as self-preservation kicked in. “Tomorrow.”

It was a promise, one that was denied with the firm shake of his head. “That’s too far away.”

“I’ll make it worthwhile.”

“Give me more than a day and I’ll agree.” He opened his eyes. “Give me the two days we have off between Kansas City and Tulsa. We can get some alone time while the rest of the guys are heading home. It’ll be just the two of us.”

“Tempting,” she purred.

His hand climbed higher, reaching her panties. She gasped with the hard clench of her pussy and struggled to focus.

“Do we have a deal?”

One day she needed to learn a strategy to deny him. But today wasn’t that day. “Yes.” She nodded. “We have a deal.”

He grinned, placing one last kiss on her lips before he lowered her panties in a flourish.

“What—”

“A souvenir,” he explained, raising the material to hang between them. “Something to keep me company until I see you later tonight.”

She pushed from the car. “And where’s my souvenir?”

His grin turned to a smirk as he leaned back into her, the hardness of his shaft pressing against her. “This will have to do for now.” His kiss curled her toes, the delicate sweep of his tongue along her lower lip in vast contrast to the high octane sex she was craving.

He left her in a mind-fog, so numb to anything other than pleasure that he had to tug her off the car to get her moving. They strode to the café’s back door together, the tap of his knuckles nudging her professional mindset back into place.

“I’m not going to stay for breakfast.” Seeing him with Felicity earlier was bad enough. She didn’t want to have to witness their charade again on the way out. “I’ll get a coffee and leave.”

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