“Logan!” I exclaim.
Ray falls to the ground, holding his face. “Fuck, man!”
“Get the fuck in your truck, and don’t ever touch a woman without her permission again,” Logan seethes.
Ray looks between the two of us and scrambles to his feet, bolting for the truck. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders. Logan turns me toward him. His hands are gentle, but his eyes are fierce as he peers down at me.
“Salena. Do men always touch you like that?”
I step away from him, hating the distance, but I need it in order to think straight.
“No, Logan. This is my place of business, you can’t just show up here and make demands. Bossing people around.”
Logan grits his teeth and nods. “I’m sorry, but . . . ”
“No. No buts!” I snap. “I can take care of myself.”
Logan swears and shoves a hand through his hair.
I've said all I’m going to say on the subject. It’s up to him to accept it or not. I turn, ready to head back inside. The bar will be opening in a few minutes.
“Baby, don’t walk away right now,” Logan says.
I freeze, because he called me baby.
My pulse kicks up, and I forget why I was mad in the first place. How can that one word stop all thought processes?
Logan spins me around, his hand reaches up and cups the back of my neck as his lips descend on mine. I open my mouth for him, and his tongue sweeps inside, everything flaring with need. I gasp at the feel of him, and step closer, my arms wrapping around his neck as the blood in my veins turns to liquid fire. Logan’s hands grip under my thighs and lift, and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist. Deepening the kiss, he takes a couple of steps forward until my back is pressed gently but firmly against the wall and his hand wraps around my hair. His other hand moves up my ribs, running a thumb over a taut nipple as his body molds against mine.
My hands stroke the muscles of his back, and I can feel him tremble under my fingers. My head spins, the feeling of being this close to him is intoxicating.
“Can you be quiet?” he whispers against my ear.
“What?” I breathe, my mind clouded with desire.
“I need to be inside of you.”
I jerk in his hold, surprised. “Now?”
“Yes,” he growls against my neck, the vibrations of his voice sending my pulse skyrocketing.
“There’s people inside.”
“So?”
I laugh into his neck. “You’re a cop. Do you want to get caught for indecent exposure?”
He grunts, nuzzling my neck and nipping at the sensitive skin behind my ear. My finger threads into his hair, and I tug on the ends. I squirm as his hands skim down my sides and cup my ass, lifting me a little higher. I wrap my legs around his waist a bit tighter. The rough brick wall behind me digs into the soft skin on my back.
“I don’t know if I can wait to get you home.”
“I’m literally around the corner,” I laugh huskily.
Logan’s head drops to my shoulder, and he groans, “You’re right.”
His hands spasm on my thighs. “Having you in my arms, your legs wrapped around me, is becoming one of my favorite things.”
I squeeze my legs, adding more pressure between us. His hand skims higher, the pad of his thumb brushing over my center. I bite my lip to hold back my whimper. How does this man make me lose all sense of self-control when he so much as touches me?
