He lifted one dark eyebrow. “Well, you found me.” He stepped forward, but stopped. “Did you talk to Perez?”
At the mention of the enchanted man, a sour taste thickened in her mouth. “Yes, but I didn’t get anything useful out of him.”
“Then what is there to tell me?” Tilting his head, he motioned to his whole body, “Iamin the middle of something.”
Sure she’d turned a burnt shade of red, she spun on her heel and faced the door. She should’ve left so he could go about his business, and so she could douse the heat rising in her blood, but her feet weighed a ton.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue.” Her voice came out huskier than she’d wanted, but she couldn’t help it. The man was sexy as hell with his clothes on, and now with his shirt off, she was at serious risk of a lust-induced heart attack.
“I believe it would be better for you to leave the room, don’t you?” His voice held a whisper of laughter that made her heart rate dip.
Yup, heart attack.
“That’s probably true, but I wanted to talk to you about something, and I’m not going to let you leave this room until you answer my questions.” With more bravado than she felt, she stood akimbo, and stuck out her chin.
Her hand flew to her stomach when his hot breath blew across the back of her neck. “You want to talk?” Heat rushed to her belly, and her legs wobbled.
Unable to speak without squeaking, she nodded.
Laughter rumbled from his chest. “Haven, you’re in my room. Talking is best left to rooms without beds.” She gasped. “Unless it isn’t talk you’re really interested in.”
His lips found the sensitive flesh at her nape, and she groaned.
“It sounds like thereissomething else you’d rather be doing.”
“Mmmm, yes—I mean no. I really do want to talk to you.” Her indecisiveness grated against her ragged nerves. She wanted to know about his mother, but Lord, she also wanted him to put his mouth on her nape again...then the little spot below her ear, then her breast, then her belly, then her?—
Ripping her mind from the place where it always ended up, she spun to face him.
The biggest mistake she’d made all week.
From a distance his bare chest was marvelous. Up close, within touching distance, it made her mouth water. The chiseled lines of his abs, the strong shelf of his pecs, and the silky goldenhairs were all inches from fingers that itched in their eagerness to touch.
Before she could utter a word, though she doubted any would come out, he bent his head, and nibbled the trembling flesh of her bottom lip, tugging on it until she moaned in bliss.
He certainly knew how to kiss.
Releasing her lip, his face grew dark; his black eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and the heat radiating from his body scorched her.
“Talk all you want, I’m listening.”
While his reply was acceptable, she couldn’t begin her ill-timed conversation when he covered her mouth with his and kissed her until the room spun.
His lips left hers, but she had but a moment to murmur, “Wait, that’s not fair—” before he captured them again.
Using that moment to deepen his kiss, he pushed past her open lips to toy seductively with her tongue.
Why had she come in here?
What did she want to know?
Never a quitter, she’d make one last go of it, trying to shift their momentum toward something beneficial to her peace of mind.
She dragged her mouth from his, willed her racing heart to slow, and took a deep breath.
“Logan, we really should talk....”
The low grunt told her he disagreed with her statement, but it wasn’t until he pressed his erection against her fluttering belly that she fully comprehended his level of involvement in their present activity.
