She gulped in air and did the same.
Logs were stacked neatly next to a fireplace to the left of a counter with a cookstove and a couple of cupboards. Two bunk beds were shoved against a far wall. One scarred and ripped sofa faced the fireplace. Old fly rods and water skis had been mounted on the walls in various places. It was probably some guy’s getaway in the middle of nowhere.
She shivered, her teeth chattering. Why wasn’t Logan saying anything?
He strode toward the fireplace, a large shadow moving with grace. Lightning lit up the night outside, and with the door open, illuminated his wet footprints across the uneven boards.
She wiped rain off her face and edged toward the doorway.
“Don’t make me stop you,” he growled, bending to shove kindling into the empty fireplace and striking a match. “You don’t want my hands on you right now.”
The dark tone propelled her into motion out of pure instinct. She leaped for the exit, seeking freedom like any wild animal trapped in a snare.
He caught her before she cleared the doorway, one arm hooked around her waist. The air whooshed out of her lungs and she bent over, her hair flying around her head. He lifted her and swung them both around, kicking the door closed with one bare foot.
Then he pressed her against it, up high, his tight body holding her in place, his nearly glowing green eyes an inch from hers. “I’m done with the bullshit, Mercy.” His chest was a hard plate against hers, his legs solid steel, and his…oh God. Only wet and very thin underwear separated them.
She could feel him. Hard and long and hot.
That quickly, she flushed head to toe with her own warmth. Her cheeks burned, but hopefully he couldn’t see her clearly with the small fire behind him. He completely blocked her from seeing it, but the crackle as it ignited filled the night.
It took every ounce of control she had not to rub against him. Just a little.
What was wrong with her? She was trapped against a doorway by a very pissed off demon-vampire hybrid whom she’d knocked out hours before, and her body had a life of its own. “Let me down,” she ordered, her voice breathy.
“No.” He held her aloft with minimal effort. “We need to get a couple of things straight, and now.”
The imagery that shot through her head made her groan. She was losing her mind. Completely. Squinting, she tried to see his temple. It was smooth and wet from the rain. Demons really did heal quickly. “This is my refuge from the storm. You need to leave. Now.” He was crazy if he thought she couldn’t knock him out again.
“You want to be tied to the bed?” he rumbled.
She jerked back. More images. Him, her, ties on the bed, his hard body. She shook her head rapidly, her hair catching in the jagged wood of the door.
“Good. I’m planting your ass on that sofa, and you’re going to face the fire and warm up. Then, you’re going to tell me what I want to know. All of it.” He waited a second, and when she didn’t argue, he easily carried her across the room to the sofa. “Move, Mercy, and you’ll regret it. I promise.” He turned back to add logs to the fire.
The couch was soft and surprisingly comfortable. And the fire was already working to warm the room. She involuntarily leaned toward it.
He stood, crossed to the bunks and returned, unzipping a big plastic bag. Sitting at the far end of the couch, he pulled out a thick wedding-ring quilt.
She almost reached for it.
He held it back. “Question number one. Answer it, and you get the quilt. Don’t answer it, and you lose an article of clothing.”
Her breath caught. The bra and panties weren’t hiding anything, but the idea of being naked with him filled her with vulnerability. And an odd breathlessness she couldnotexamine right now. Even so, she met his gaze fully. The male thought he could intimidate her with thoughts of her own nudity? With fear? Not a chance. She couldn’t let him win this. No matter what, she wouldn’t give in. “Fine.” Reaching behind her back, she unhooked the bra, drew it down her arms, and tossed it at his head.
Chapter 12
Logan stopped breathing. Her breasts were pert with sweet pink nipples, and they bounced when she threw the bra at him. He hooked one finger through the strap to catch it. Her defiance was an aphrodisiac to a demon like him.
But that spirit. He couldn’t help but be impressed. And aroused, which he did nothing to hide. “Next question?” he dared. Would she take off the panties? Truth be told, he had planned to make her take off both wet garments after he’d given her the quilt to cover herself. She was certainly making this easy.
She faltered, but her eyes flared hot. One blue and one green. Fucking intriguing as hell.
“Sure.” Standing, her legs shaking and her teeth still chattering, she gracefully slid the panties to her ankles and then stepped out of them.
His dick got so hard his entire abdomen began to ache. Bad.
She twirled the minuscule pink scrap around on her hand.
