Logan’s already moved into the front seat and is turning the key in the ignition. “There’s a strip of homes behind this empty road. Anyone out in their yard could have heard the music.”
Or the moaning.
The siren’s getting louder, but Logan jerks the wheel to the left, and we leave the dirt road behind in a hurry.
“That cop car never even saw us,” he says a few minutes later as we settle into a spot at the very end of the empty lake parking lot. “We’ll be fine here. As long as you don’t scream my name again.”
I give him the finger, and he laughs as he climbs into the backseat with me.
“You know I love it when you yell.” His lips brush mine. “As many times as you want to.”
He flips me onto my back and leans over me. His eyes warm as we look at each other in silence.
Then, he clears his throat. “Mace, even with us being together only one day a year, this is more than worth it.”
I choke up. “For me, too, you know. That’s why I can never take you to my bed.”
“Because…” he prompts me.
“You know why.” I feel my cheeks heat. “You feel the same way.”
“I do, but tell me. I need to hear it from you.” His breath is warm on my face as he lowers his voice.
I inhale. But Logan’s eyes are on me, waiting.
“Because you’re the only one I wouldn’t want to push out in the morning.”
He kisses me. “My thoughts exactly.”
I feel like we’ve said too much. But Logan doesn’t say anything more. He just kisses me again. And then our kiss turns dirty, and his hands go from cupping my face to more intimate places, and before I know it, I’m falling into bliss all over again. That’s what Logan Wild does to me. He makes me forget that love is dangerous and that sex with emotion always leads to pain.
13
As soon as dawn comes, we’re up and dressed.
“Let’s stay a little longer.” Logan’s request causes me to drop my shoe, and I look back at him.
His eyes are bleary from lack of sleep, but the tiredness can’t hide the emotion lurking in his gaze.
Our night is over. And it will be months before we touch each other so intimately again.
“What are you asking?” I say.
“I’m not sure.”
We study each other in silence for over thirty seconds.
Then, Logan reaches out and pulls me into his arms. “I like the way things are between us, Mace,” he says. “But that was one hell of a night.”
“Best ever,” I say honestly. “My one night with Mr. Darcy is something I’ll always cherish.”
“I’m glad. You know I’ll be your Darcy whenever you need me.”
Logan pulls on his clothes, and we drive into town. I’ve just caught sight of The Cowherd up ahead when Logan abruptly slows the truck to a stop and pulls over to the curb.
“Hey.” He catches my wrist as I turn for the door. “I have an idea. Let’s hang out today.”
I furrow my brow. “But I have to work just like you do.”
