I chuckle darkly. “Baby, careful is the last thing I want to be.”
Chapter Thirty
Salena
God,heisgorgeous.
And shirtless.
Wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that, of course, are hanging dangerously low on his hips. What is it about a guy in sweats that makes women’s minds go straight in the gutter?
His dark hair is wild, disheveled, and wet. He obviously just got out of the shower. I can still smell the soap clinging to him.
He reaches up, grasping my hair in his fingers, and I feel my breath hitch at the touch. Logan’s lips twitch at my reaction.
“I was about to order dinner. Did you want to join me?” his voice turns deep and rumbling, sending shockwaves through me, and it takes a moment for his words to sink in.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice husky. Desire has flooded my entire body at his nearness.
“You have two choices, Chinese or pizza?”
“Pizza.”
“A girl after my own heart. Extra cheese?”
My eyes light up. “Of course! All the meats? I love meat.”
Amusement shines in his eyes before his head dips to my neck, breathing me in and placing a soft kiss on my collarbone. Goosebumps break out over my skin, setting me on fire.
“I know you like meat, baby. Especially my meat,” he chuckled.
Laughing, I lightly slap his chest. “I meant meat pizza.”
He looks down at me, a smirk tugging at his sinful full lips.
“You’re in a good mood,” I note.
“You’re here. How can I not be?”
I tilt my head back and let out a small chuckle. “Well played.”
Logan steps back and immediately I want him close again, but he grabs my hand, pulling me into the living room. I haven’t been inside his house yet. It’s spacious and open planned.
I see the case files open on his coffee table and point to them. “You were planning on working tonight?”
Logan follows my gaze and rubs the back of his neck. I can’t help but watch in pure fascination the way his abs bunch and his biceps flex as he does. He is a work of art. Scars included.
“Yeah, but it can wait.” His gaze lifts to mine, and he catches my look. “Like what you see, baby?” he asks, dropping his arm.
“How can I not? You're perfect, detective.”
Logan’s face clouds over, and I see his fingers twitch. I know he’s thinking about the scars that litter his body and face. I step up to him, gently tracing over the long scars on his stomach.
“These don’t take away anything, Logan. You went through something horrible, and you came out on the other side. If anything, it shows you’re a survivor.”
His arctic blue eyes soften as he reaches up, brushing the hair off my face. “Do you always see the best in people?”
I shrug and step closer, tilting my head back further. “Not always, but you are good.”
