Her eyes flashed.“I dinnae see how having the courage to take action is foolish.”
“A damn fool,” he muttered again, ignoring her words and seeing how she tilted her face up to his.
He skimmed his gaze across her lips, pale and pink and tight with annoyance.Hot impatience burned through him and he clasped a hand around the back of her neck to pull her into a fierce kiss.Lorna gasped and shoved him back, but her strength was no match for his.
“Cease!”
He jerked back at the feel of something jabbing his chest.Astonished, he peered down at the small eating knife pressed against his upper chest.Then he noted her panting breaths and parted lips, the colour in her cheeks and the way her eyes had darkened.This time amusement tugged his lips into a lopsided grin.He gripped the handle of the blade and flattened his hips to her so the point of the blade just pricked through his garments.
“Shall ye kill me, Lorna?Is that what ye wish?
A flash of lightning lit the room briefly.It was long enough to highlight her overly pale skin and wide eyes.Logan noted the shudder that wracked her.She swung her gaze between him and the blade.
“I couldnae think of a better way to go,” he prompted.
Her chin wobbled, her composure fell.He thought he heard it shatter to the ground but he realised it was the knife.Logan stared at her, frustrated at his inability to tire of such an act.It did not matter how many times he eyed the curve of her cheeks or the pale lashes, or the sweet figure.She plagued his every waking hour.In truth, she plagued his dreams too.
A rumble rolled over the castle.He flexed a hand.She remained frozen.Another flash and he saw her jump.His feet twitched.“The storm scares ye.”
“Nay,” she whispered but the tremble to her voice gave away her lie.She backed away.
“I scare ye?”
“Nay.”This time the word came clearly and it gratified him.
Logan clenched his jaw and the roar of the storm sounded closer.He had to leave yet his feet refused to move.Why stay?Why torture himself further?His heart pounded against his chest.In the next flash, he was close once more.Within touching distance.He saw her features more clearly now.The distress in her eyes, the golden strands of hair curling around her pointed chin.The fan of her lashes lowered and lifted in one slow sweep until her gaze locked onto his.
“Logan,” she whispered, voice tremulous, but he did not know if that was a plea for him to leave or come closer.
“Logan,” she tried again.
The shaky quality of her voice pulled at his gut.His gaze traced the curl that flowed over one shoulder and down, caressing her gentle curves like a lover—like he once had apparently.His palms tingled with the need to feel the soft give of her flesh beneath him.
The next flash highlighted her trembling form.The fragile hollow of her neck fluttered with her pulse and his mouth grew dry with the need to press his lips to it.
Damn her.Like a siren, she lured him in.
He almost backed away.How long they had been standing like that he knew not.It may have been moments—a mere few flashes of lightening—but the thickening of the air between them seemed to slow time.
The tremble of her lips gripped his heart, squeezed it hard and painfully.An aggravating need to take care of her ate into him, softened him to her.
Logan closed the gap.The next rumble lined up with him gripping her upper arms and pushing her back against the wall.She gasped, the sound clear to him even as the skies crashed about them.Hot anger mingled with need.It burned through him and set his nerve endings alight.How dare she have such a hold over him, how dare she make him want her?
Soft, delicate breasts pressed against him.Slim thighs quaked against his.With a hiss of breath, he lowered his mouth to hers as she stared up at him.Before his lips met hers, her eyes flashed with a plea, but was she begging him to kiss her or leave her be?He couldn’t decide what he wanted either, but she left him with little choice.
The first touch made him wonder if he had not indeed been struck by lightning.Frissons shot through him, curled into his blood and fired his fury and lust.Lorna released a tiny sound and he pressed his lips hard to hers this time.She whimpered.Her lips felt hot beneath his.Her taste threatened to drown him.
Satisfaction settled in his gut when she arched into him.He kept hold of her arms, allowing little movement but that up thrust of breasts and hips into him made him hiss and press harder.He coaxed her lips apart, and she gasped when he invaded the heated recesses of her mouth.Logan kissed her deeply, with little apology.He needed this, needed her.
The realisation made him soften his grip, and he released her arms to thrust his hands into her hair.Desperate noises came from her, fused with tiny sobs.Each sound burrowed deep into his heart.Her tongue met his.A painful ache made him thrust against her in a bid to relieve it.
Grip strong in her hair, he used his other hand to trail impatiently down her side.He bunched up her skirts, dragging them up bit by bit until the smooth skin of her thigh met his fingertips.He groaned and shifted his lips to her ear.Sealing his teeth around her lobe, she shuddered and he used her weakness to his advantage, bringing his fingers up between her legs.
Damp heat and supple flesh greeted him.If he was not so consumed with kissing every part of her neck, he might have smirked.She wanted him as badly.He wasted no time in plunging his fingers into her.She stiffened and tilted her head back on a cry.
Logan used the opportunity to continue his attentions to her neck, kissing along the creamy column while working his fingers in and out of her.Nails scrabbled across his back, fingers tugged his hair.The painful pulls and scrapes could not eat through the fog of desire consuming him.He pressed harder, deeper, and drew back, needing to see her pleasure as it broke through the storm.The quake of her thighs told him she was close and he supported her head to watch it roll through her, like the rumble of thunder.Her body tightened and it seemed to last an interminable amount of time, but he treasured every moment.
When she sagged, her forehead flopping forward to his chest, he withdrew his fingers and adjusted her skirts.The ache in his groin had not receded but somewhere in that powerful climax, he’d lost his need to bed her.Mayhap because it would be a selfish act, though he could not deny he found much pleasure in watching her.He scowled at himself.This woman drew him far deeper than he thought possible.Had it all been another manipulation?
