Page 14 of Her Demanding Biker
If I'd been left alone, I would have fallen to the floor, but before I'd even fallen to my knees, I was lifted up and set back down on my feet.
"Careful, honey."
Honey.
The memories that brought back were devastating.
They were full of hope and love and starry nights.
They were enough to tear my heart out again.
"Here. Hold still, let me take a look."
I wanted to shove his hands away and head to the bathroom, but pain was radiating through my leg along my shin.
I wasn't sure that I could stand, let alone walk until the sting went away and I could feel my foot enough to keep my balance.
Logan got down on one knee in front of me and his hand slipped under the hem of my skirt.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping at the sudden and intimate contact.
And I reached out my hands for balance, accidentally coming into contact with his shoulders.
It took a second for me to realize that the body under his leather vest and Henley shirt was different, too.
In the Army, Logan had been lean and athletic. He'd had a sleek physique that I'd awkwardly likened to a racehorse. He'd moved with a kind of physical grace that I had always envied.
I'd often wondered what he was like now.
And now, I didn't have to wonder.
I could feel his strength under my hands and I knew I had to get my hands off of him as soon as possible because there were parts of me that couldn't seem to remember that he'd been the one to break my heart into a million pieces.
Those traitorous parts wanted him to sweep me off of my feet and let me strip him out of his clothes to get a better view of the man he'd become.
I was apparently enjoying the rush of hormones that came with the second trimester of pregnancy.
My body wanted stupid things.
I just had to hold back and remember that I'd moved here to have a better life.
To have my own life.
Not to jump back into the past.
But there he was, my first love, down on his knees, lifting up the hem of my skirt.
My... my lady bits didn't know that I should hate him.
They had apparently developed connections from the nerves in my legs straight up to you-know-where.
"You're bleeding."
Talk about crashing down into reality.
I bent at the waist to look down to see what he was talking about.
Before my brain could get into gear, I saw him look up and I was suddenly less than an inch away from kissing him.
