“The bathroom is—”
His words evaporated when he turned around and Emma stopped just short of walking straight into his chest. Their intimate position must’ve surprised her as well, because she gasped and took a step back, continuing her backwards motion until her shoulder hit the doorframe.
“Sorry. I’m a klutz, I didn’t mean to…” As she gazed up at him, her voice trailed off. Her train of thought seemed to have done a disappearing act.
They stood face-to-face, only a couple of inches apart in the doorway of the guest bedroom, in total silence. No part of their bodies were touching, but Logan could feel her. The energy between them crackled, causing the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
His eyes traveled down. The motion of her chest caught his attention as it rose and fell in time with her labored breaths. Her cleavage was peeking out between the folds of her buttoned shirt, causing his mouth to water. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew they couldn’t stay like this indefinitely. He needed to move, speak, or something. But, for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to do or say anything for fear of breaking the indescribable spell he’d fallen under.
So he stood there in silence, falling deeper and deeper under her trance, a buzzing of awareness consuming him from head to toe.
*
“Mom, I saw a bear today!” Drew called out from the front room, where she assumed he was playing video games, considering the gunshots and explosions coming from the television.
Taking one step back out into the hall, Emma broke their eye contact and shook her head slightly, dissolving the cocoon of intimacy she and Logan had been in. Then she answered Drew a little more breathlessly than she would’ve liked.
“Wow, that’s amazing. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
“The bathroom is through there.” Logan’s tone was clipped as he pointed across the room at the door in the far left corner before heading back down the hall.
“Thank you.” Emma’s tiny voice was barely audible. All of her energy was being used up by the uncontrollable hormones that were rioting through her since the moment she’d laid eyes on Logan.
During her ten-hour layover in Dallas, she’d thought she’d prepared herself for seeing the tall, gorgeous, chiseled-to-perfection man she had no business lusting over. As it turned out, there wasn’t enough preparation in the world to immunize her from the sex appeal radiating off Logan like heat off tar on a hot summer day.
His appeal was inescapable and undeniable.
“No problem.” Logan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Trying to suppress her body’s resistance to the work she’d put in in an attempt to insulate herself from Logan’s effect, she pushed forward, saying the things she’d planned—and repeated over and over—in her head all day. “Not just for keeping Drew, but for everything. You have no idea how nice it was to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was okay and being taken care of. That he was safe and wouldn’t be getting into trouble and, even if he did, you were more than capable of handling it.”
She probably wasn’t making any sense to Logan. Her thoughts were clear, but when she heard herself say the words, they sounded like she was rambling. At least, to her, anyway. It didn’t help that she hadn’t slept much in almost thirty-six hours, but she wanted him to know how grateful she was.
“I’m not doing this well. Sorry. I’m not so good at talking. Writing is kind of my thing,” she explained.
“Do you want to text me?” he teased.
“No, this is good practice.” She grinned as she took a breath. “Yesterday was really important, and if you hadn’t stepped up the way you did, I would have possibly lost some life-changing opportunities. So thank you. Really .”
“You’re welcome. Really .” Logan’s eyes shone down at her.
She saw a glimmer there. She was pretty sure it was from amusement, but
His words evaporated when he turned around and Emma stopped just short of walking straight into his chest. Their intimate position must’ve surprised her as well, because she gasped and took a step back, continuing her backwards motion until her shoulder hit the doorframe.
“Sorry. I’m a klutz, I didn’t mean to…” As she gazed up at him, her voice trailed off. Her train of thought seemed to have done a disappearing act.
They stood face-to-face, only a couple of inches apart in the doorway of the guest bedroom, in total silence. No part of their bodies were touching, but Logan could feel her. The energy between them crackled, causing the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to stand up.
His eyes traveled down. The motion of her chest caught his attention as it rose and fell in time with her labored breaths. Her cleavage was peeking out between the folds of her buttoned shirt, causing his mouth to water. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew they couldn’t stay like this indefinitely. He needed to move, speak, or something. But, for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to do or say anything for fear of breaking the indescribable spell he’d fallen under.
So he stood there in silence, falling deeper and deeper under her trance, a buzzing of awareness consuming him from head to toe.
*
“Mom, I saw a bear today!” Drew called out from the front room, where she assumed he was playing video games, considering the gunshots and explosions coming from the television.
Taking one step back out into the hall, Emma broke their eye contact and shook her head slightly, dissolving the cocoon of intimacy she and Logan had been in. Then she answered Drew a little more breathlessly than she would’ve liked.
“Wow, that’s amazing. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
“The bathroom is through there.” Logan’s tone was clipped as he pointed across the room at the door in the far left corner before heading back down the hall.
“Thank you.” Emma’s tiny voice was barely audible. All of her energy was being used up by the uncontrollable hormones that were rioting through her since the moment she’d laid eyes on Logan.
During her ten-hour layover in Dallas, she’d thought she’d prepared herself for seeing the tall, gorgeous, chiseled-to-perfection man she had no business lusting over. As it turned out, there wasn’t enough preparation in the world to immunize her from the sex appeal radiating off Logan like heat off tar on a hot summer day.
His appeal was inescapable and undeniable.
“No problem.” Logan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Trying to suppress her body’s resistance to the work she’d put in in an attempt to insulate herself from Logan’s effect, she pushed forward, saying the things she’d planned—and repeated over and over—in her head all day. “Not just for keeping Drew, but for everything. You have no idea how nice it was to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was okay and being taken care of. That he was safe and wouldn’t be getting into trouble and, even if he did, you were more than capable of handling it.”
She probably wasn’t making any sense to Logan. Her thoughts were clear, but when she heard herself say the words, they sounded like she was rambling. At least, to her, anyway. It didn’t help that she hadn’t slept much in almost thirty-six hours, but she wanted him to know how grateful she was.
“I’m not doing this well. Sorry. I’m not so good at talking. Writing is kind of my thing,” she explained.
“Do you want to text me?” he teased.
“No, this is good practice.” She grinned as she took a breath. “Yesterday was really important, and if you hadn’t stepped up the way you did, I would have possibly lost some life-changing opportunities. So thank you. Really .”
“You’re welcome. Really .” Logan’s eyes shone down at her.
She saw a glimmer there. She was pretty sure it was from amusement, but
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