was still wet from Logan. She could feel the remnants of their lovemaking on her thighs. Her body was so hotly satisfied that she wanted to purr like a cat. Putting that ring on, that glaring reminder of her promise to David, just seemed wrong.
Behind her, Logan said, “You put that on in front of me and I just might go ballistic.”
She gave him a cold look. “If you didn’t want to see me wearing David’s ring, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me.” Her lips curved in a mocking smile and she held his gaze as she slid the ring on her finger.
Muscles flexed and rippled as he rolled out of the bed and headed her way. He reached for her hand and Bo closed it into a fist. She angled her chin up and said, “Leave it alone .”
“Why?” He cupped her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes with a dark, turbulent gaze. “Give me one good reason, Bo. You don’t love him.”
“The hell I don’t.” She tried to jerk away from him but he wouldn’t let go. Once more, he crowded her back against the wall and Bo couldn’t help the hot, eager rush that flooded her at the feel of that long, lean body pressed against her own. She did love David. She always had.
She just didn’t…her thoughts whirled to a halt as Logan pressed his mouth to hers. “You might love him—in a way,” he whispered against her lips. “But you’re not in love with him. You can’t honestly look at me and tell me that, now can you?”
Bo should have just lied. She should have looked into his eyes and said just that. I am in love with him . She could do that. She should do that. But she didn’t. He lifted his head just a fraction and his eyes bored into hers. “Say it, Bo and you can leave right now. I won’t say a damn thing to David about this and I’ll even wear that damn penguin suit and watch you marry. But you have to tell me. Can you do that?”
She closed her eyes. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”
Logan shrugged. “In the long run, everything. Right now? All I want is an answer and one night with you. Give me those two things and I’ll leave you alone.”
Bo stayed silent and a small, humorless smile curved his lips. “You want to go home, then you’ll answer me,” he murmured just before he covered her mouth again. His kiss was hard, rough—a conquering—and he made no attempt to hold back.
His head lifted. Bo was gasping and sweating and she couldn’t see anything beyond his mouth. The anger in his voice, though, penetrated the fog of need surrounding her. “You don’t love him the way a woman should love a man she’s going to spend the rest of her life with. A man she wants to have kids with. You don’t love him like that. If you did—you never would have made love with me.”
His words were like a cold splash of water. Bo was mortified but it was more than that. She was furious. She was dismayed and confused and so many other things that she couldn’t even begin to name. But the fury was the easiest for her to handle. So that was the one she latched on to. Her lip curled in a sneer. “ That was making love? You shove me up against a wall and shove your dick inside me— after kidnapping me—but you can call it making love?”
She regretted the words almost as soon as they left her lips. But she didn’t make any attempt to take them back. Logan didn’t do fury the way she did. Instead of burning hot, the madder he got, the colder he became. Cold was good. Cold meant distance and Bo desperately needed the distance now.
He backed away slowly, his hands leaving her body with infinite care, almost like he didn’t trust himself. “I didn’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Bo.” His voice was stiff, icy.
The sound of it, the look in his eyes, made a queer ache form in the pit of her belly and Bo wanted to cry. She swallowed. But she didn’t say anything. She really didn’t know what to say.
His eyes burned into hers. Pissed off. Oh yeah. He was pissed off. But she thought she
Behind her, Logan said, “You put that on in front of me and I just might go ballistic.”
She gave him a cold look. “If you didn’t want to see me wearing David’s ring, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me.” Her lips curved in a mocking smile and she held his gaze as she slid the ring on her finger.
Muscles flexed and rippled as he rolled out of the bed and headed her way. He reached for her hand and Bo closed it into a fist. She angled her chin up and said, “Leave it alone .”
“Why?” He cupped her chin in his hand and stared into her eyes with a dark, turbulent gaze. “Give me one good reason, Bo. You don’t love him.”
“The hell I don’t.” She tried to jerk away from him but he wouldn’t let go. Once more, he crowded her back against the wall and Bo couldn’t help the hot, eager rush that flooded her at the feel of that long, lean body pressed against her own. She did love David. She always had.
She just didn’t…her thoughts whirled to a halt as Logan pressed his mouth to hers. “You might love him—in a way,” he whispered against her lips. “But you’re not in love with him. You can’t honestly look at me and tell me that, now can you?”
Bo should have just lied. She should have looked into his eyes and said just that. I am in love with him . She could do that. She should do that. But she didn’t. He lifted his head just a fraction and his eyes bored into hers. “Say it, Bo and you can leave right now. I won’t say a damn thing to David about this and I’ll even wear that damn penguin suit and watch you marry. But you have to tell me. Can you do that?”
She closed her eyes. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”
Logan shrugged. “In the long run, everything. Right now? All I want is an answer and one night with you. Give me those two things and I’ll leave you alone.”
Bo stayed silent and a small, humorless smile curved his lips. “You want to go home, then you’ll answer me,” he murmured just before he covered her mouth again. His kiss was hard, rough—a conquering—and he made no attempt to hold back.
His head lifted. Bo was gasping and sweating and she couldn’t see anything beyond his mouth. The anger in his voice, though, penetrated the fog of need surrounding her. “You don’t love him the way a woman should love a man she’s going to spend the rest of her life with. A man she wants to have kids with. You don’t love him like that. If you did—you never would have made love with me.”
His words were like a cold splash of water. Bo was mortified but it was more than that. She was furious. She was dismayed and confused and so many other things that she couldn’t even begin to name. But the fury was the easiest for her to handle. So that was the one she latched on to. Her lip curled in a sneer. “ That was making love? You shove me up against a wall and shove your dick inside me— after kidnapping me—but you can call it making love?”
She regretted the words almost as soon as they left her lips. But she didn’t make any attempt to take them back. Logan didn’t do fury the way she did. Instead of burning hot, the madder he got, the colder he became. Cold was good. Cold meant distance and Bo desperately needed the distance now.
He backed away slowly, his hands leaving her body with infinite care, almost like he didn’t trust himself. “I didn’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you, Bo.” His voice was stiff, icy.
The sound of it, the look in his eyes, made a queer ache form in the pit of her belly and Bo wanted to cry. She swallowed. But she didn’t say anything. She really didn’t know what to say.
His eyes burned into hers. Pissed off. Oh yeah. He was pissed off. But she thought she
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