Page 43 of Anything but Mine

Play with me.

Those words were going to haunt her. There was no playing with a man like Logan. There was burning and there was scarring. She had enough scars dammit and yet she didn’t want to go. Being around him made her feel alive, and the tension between them might just fizzle out when they did…everything.

At this point, the only way she could get him out of her system was to go all in. She’d deal with the fallout when he left. Because his kind always left.

But he was here now.

She reached back and curved her fingers around the back of his thigh with a gentle squeeze then dropped her hand back to her side. He stilled behind her with an indrawn breath.

Let the games begin.

Twelve

Logan swallowed

a groan. He half expected to go home tonight with the saddest case of blue balls in history. He was willing to wait. The idea of seducing and teasing her into the possibility of a night with him was worth the effort.

With one touch, he was hard enough to wish for a deserted island and unlimited time with her.

Johnny snapped his guitar case closed. “I’m ready to get out of here. I’m still on L.A. time. I’m also hungry enough to eat my damn guitar.”

“Valentine’s is staying open late for all the volunteers pulling all-nighters for tomorrow. They make a killer short stack. Or, even better, the best fries and gravy I’ve ever had.” Lindsey rubbed her hands together. “You’ll love Sam and Dee.”

“It is our one eating establishment in town, but the food is exceptional.” Izzy swayed lightly and her ass brushed along the tops of Logan’s thighs. She turned her face up to him. “Hungry?”

The smile was there, hinting at the edges of her mouth, but it was her eyes that urged him to get them out of there faster. Topaz fire. Whatever she did with her make-up seemed to accentuate the bronze of her summer skin and emphasize her eyes.

“No, we have a few things to discuss,” Logan said. Christ, was that his voice? He sounded like he’d gargled with hot sauce.

Johnny’s lips twitched as he urged Lindsey out in front of him. “All right, bombshell, how about you show me these gravy fries.”

Lindsey looked between Logan and Izzy, then smiled. “We’ll leave you kids to it.”

“Kids?” Logan sighed. “Never mind. I’m too tired to care.”

Lindsey hooked her arm into Johnny’s and dragged him to the door. She turned back. “The security wrapped up the stragglers. You sure you two will be all right here alone?”

She said it to the room, but Logan knew she was checking on Izzy.

Izzy slipped away from him and climbed the stairs to the stage. “We’ll be fine. I can kick his ass if he gets out of line.”

Lindsey’s laugh filled the room, echoing into the dark. Johnny swung the barn door shut. The silence was disarming. After hours of unending music, the silence felt too loud. He followed her up the side stairs, tracking her slow, swaying walk around the drum riser to his keyboard.

She wore a flowing little dress that swished around her knees with every movement. As usual, she had on a killer pair of heels on that accentuated superb legs and did something to showcase her ass. An ass she’d rubbed against him on purpose.

There was no doubt where this was going. A few nights ago he’d fought every instinct to get close to her, and now they were all clamoring in his head. The freedom to touch came with a million other problems.

Namely, how was he going to stop?

He moved to the portable board they’d been using to program the lights to go with the songs. He dimmed the lights to a soft glow and made a quick playlist of songs on his Mac. The final song made him smile as he pushed it to the top of the list.

Gary Allan’s smoky voice and dirty guitar filled the space. Izzy turned from her inspection of the setlist and a slow smile teased her lips.

“Our song?”

“I couldn’t resist.”

The click of her heels on the stage were slow and methodical as she walked toward him. The sway of her hips made his throat go dry. She lifted her arms up and fiddled with a clip in her hair. Instead of letting her dark hair free, she twisted it up, leaving the long, elegant lines of her neck unadorned.

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