“Ok. One movie, that’s all. It better be a good one, too.” Sam smiled, knowing it wouldn’t have taken much to convince her to stay.
The right answer would have been to tell him no and walk straight out the door to her truck. The problem was the right answer eluded her, and she could only do what she felt was right. And her body had made the final decision for her.
Logan stood from his seat, and Sam felt her insides tighten. He was so tall and with her sitting on the lounge chair, she felt at a complete disadvantage.
Before she could make it to her feet, Logan offered his hand to help her up. She reluctantly took it, and as soon as she was standing, she realized what was going to happen next. Logan pulled her flush against him, his hands gripping her hips, and Sam’s breaths churned in and out of her lungs.
“Sam, this is very dangerous ground we’re treading on.”
Sam felt the tingle inside, the one that shot through her like a super bouncy ball being launched with tremendous force. His deep, smooth voice washed over her, making her toes curl.
She wasn’t going to deny they were on dangerous ground. She felt awkward and aroused all at the same time. Her boss was holding her close and damn he smelled delicious. Except right then, in his back yard, with the pool only feet away, the moonlight shining down on them, Logan wasn’t her boss. He was just a man.
Unsure what to say to that, Sam just allowed him to hold her close, her body pressing against his. Maybe he had too much to drink. Although, she hadn’t seen him drink anything other than the wine they shared for the last couple of hours. A quick look at the bottle showed her they hadn’t even finished it.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this, Logan.” Sam admitted, her hands belying her words as they flattened against the hard planes of his chest.
“I don’t think anyone is ready for this.” He responded, his fingertips lifting her chin so they would be eye to eye. The brilliant hazel, blue mixed with green and gold, mesmerized her. The way his dark hair moved in the gentle breeze had her fingers itching to slide through it, to pull him down to her.
Sam watched his lips intently, hoping he wouldn’t kiss her, praying he would. As his mouth moved closer to hers, she closed her eyes and held her breath. She was bracing herself for the sheer impact of his kiss.
Logan nearly groaned when she closed her eyes, his lips burning to kiss her, and she was giving him the opportunity. He debated for a moment, reminding himself he was going to start something that wouldn’t be easy to end. Nothing about Samantha Kielty seemed easy, and he was wary that he could become more invested in this than just his body. He could tell himself all day long that this was just about sex, just about physical attraction, but that wasn’t all. This woman did something to him that no other woman ever had, and he had to admit it scared him to death.
In the end, need overpowered logic and Logan pressed his lips to hers. He told himself he needed to be gentle, to take his time, but when she parted her lips, and her tongue darted out to meet his, he nearly lost all control. He pulled her closer, slid his fingers into her hair and adjusted the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss.
She was so responsive, the sweet taste of her cascading through him. Only when they both needed air did he break the kiss, and he couldn’t hold back the growl that tore from his throat.
Apparently breathing was overrated because she wound her fingers in his hair, pulled him down toward her and once again tongues were dueling with a need so strong, Logan didn’t think he’d survive it. He wanted to take her to the ground and bury himself inside of her, his cock throbbing between them.
When her fingers tugged more insistently at his hair, he groaned again and cupped the back of her head. She tasted like wine and fire, and he wanted to taste more of her. All of her.
But then as quickly as it started, Sam jerked back, inserting distance between them. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I am so sorry, Logan.”
He was speechless, trying to catch his breath. When she turned to walk away, or possibly run, Logan called out to her. “Wait. Stop for just a minute.”
He didn’t reach for her, no matter how badly he wanted to. He wasn’t going to force her to stay, but he didn’t want her to walk away. When she stopped, he took it as a good sign, and he moved toward her.
Keeping the distance between them was no longer an option, so he pressed up against her back, moving her hair aside with his fingers. After baring the soft, sweet skin of her neck, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the spot he’d bared. The shudder that racked her body told him she wanted this, despite what she said.