Page 16 of Her Demanding Biker
Logan's laughter filled her ears and as much as I wanted to kick him for it, part of me had to admit that his voice and especially his laughter always made me feel warm all over.
Yes,allover.
"Okay, okay." He loosened the hold he had on me, and I found that I had almost all of the feeling back in my foot. "I think you're okay now, but if you want," he leaned in and I could smell the soft scent of his fabric softener on his Henley shirt, "I can help you take off your panties and- Ow!"
"I don't need your help with that," I was drawing that line toot suite! If I let Logan anywhere near my panties-
"Out!" I gave him a little nudge with my shoulder, and I almost fell over, catching myself on the wall beside the door. "I can go to the bathroom by myself."
Logan gave me a look, and I was chicken enough not to meet his gaze.
"I'll be outside if... if you need me."
It was on the tip of my tongue to say a few, off-color things, but instead, I just slid the pocket door closed and barely managed to juggle my skirt up and my panties down before I made a horribly embarrassing mistake.
When I opened the door again, I expected to find the room empty.
Sure he said he'd be outside, but Logan had said a lot of things to me that he hadn't meant.
So when I saw him standing there in the middle of the room, my step faltered a little.
It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the expression on his face look a little... awkward.
Hesitant.
I was hoping I'd seen it right out of the corner of my eye.
After all, I didn't want to be the only person feeling all kinds of awkward here.
"Have a seat."
I turned my head, following the gesture he made with his arm and saw that he'd put what looked like a First Aid kit on the bed.
"Let me look at your leg," he offered. "I think it might be bleeding."
That was enough to ensure that I was compliant.
I hated blood.
It didn't matter if it was real or fake blood in a movie or in a TV show.
If it was red and liquid, it was a no-go.
I could already feel the bile rising up in my throat.
So I sat down, trying to ignore that the bed under my butt was his bed.
Because if I let my head come to grips with that fact, my hormones might just make me burst into flames.
Yeah, I need to find a way to order something battery operated for my nightstand.
I'd never been someone who craved sex.
When I was married, I was more than happy to avoid that topic and act altogether, but just a few minutes around Loganand I was ready to order one of those crazy little gadgets that was always popping up in my Facebook feed!
"Here," his voice dragged me back into the moment, and I heard the soft scrape of chair legs across the floor.
Logan sat down on the chair and reached down.
