“It’s honey and green tea.”
He tilted his head and peered down at her. “You put honey and green tea in your hair? Isn’t that kinda messy?”
She grinned. “No, silly, the shampoo fragrance is honey and green tea.”
To see her smiling again was worth being called silly. “I like it.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Christ, he wanted to kiss her again.
“Well, if you like this one, wait until you smell my vanilla-bean-and-apple-pie-scented shampoo.”
Did she change shampoo scents the way she changed toenail polish? God help him. If she came near him smelling like vanilla ice cream and apple pie, he refused to hold himself responsible for licking her from her toes to her mouth.
“Did you just groan?”
Had he? “I don’t think so.”
These minutes, sitting on the sofa with her curled up next to him, all warm and sweet smelling, made him dream of a life with a woman who loved him and only him. Dani wouldn’t be like Lovey Dovey and bring strange men home, a rare one or two of them nice, but most from whom he’d had to protect Maria.
“I think you did.” She pushed her hand under his T-shirt, sliding her fingers over skin that was aching for her touch. Her face lifted, her mouth inches from his.
I’m sorry, Evan, he offered just before he kissed her.
Logan memorized the spicy taste of her because he couldn’t let this happen again. But for a few minutes he allowed his desire free rein. He angled his head and deepened the kiss. Her lips were full and soft, perfect for kissing. Cradling her neck with his palm, he held her close while his tongue explored her mouth. Under his shirt, her hand was busy with its own exploration, and when she flicked a finger over a nipple, he groaned.
This time he was certain he had because he heard it, the sound a red flag to his lust-filled brain. He had to stop. He didn’t want to stop. One more minute—he would allow himself one more minute.
When she sucked on his tongue, he forgot about time and minutes. Tangling one hand into hair softer than silk, he slid the other over the curve of her breast. She sighed into his mouth.
He felt the vibration of her sigh down to his bones. Tentatively, her fingers traced the bulge in his jeans, and he vibrated again.
Amazing.
Logan pressed her palm down on his cock. She tried to curl her hand around him, but the tight denim prevented her from grasping him. As she reached for the zipper, he vibrated a third time.
Christ, it was his damn phone. Lifting his head, he looked at her, taking in the dilated eyes, and the mouth, pink and moist from his kisses. He could have Evan’s wife this minute on her sofa. Disgusted with his breach of honor and his disrespect to his best friend and SEAL brother’s wife, Logan untangled his hand from her hair and mumbled an apology.
He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, looked at the caller ID, and punched TALK. “Hello, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER SIX
Sweetheart?
Dani left the room, allowing him to talk to the buxom Maria in private. Seeing the woman’s name on his phone reminded her there was a prior claim on Logan. “Hello, sweetheart,” she mimicked as she slapped a package of shaved Black Forest ham down on the counter. What incredible timing. The lady must be clairvoyant.
To make matters worse, he had apologized for the kiss. Again. So, why was he kissing her if there was another woman in his life?
After putting a layer of baby Swiss cheese on top of the ham, she turned on the broiler. She sliced a kosher dill pickle and put the slivers on their plates. God, he was a good kisser. Somehow she needed to learn what his relationship with this Maria was. If it was serious and a commitment existed between them, then there would be no more kissing. Or fondling. Or the other stuff that followed fondling.
On the other hand . . .
The Georgia peach slices added the perfect finishing touch. Envisioning how the plates would look with the toasted ham and cheese hoagies added to them, she smiled with satisfaction. Not able to resist a fat, ripe peach, she picked up a slice and popped it into her mouth, the juice running down her chin. She turned to get a paper towel and shrieked.
How long had Logan been watching her? He looked so manly leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. Smoldering chocolate-colored eyes followed the juice sliding down her chin. She stuck out her tongue and licked at the peach juice. His nostrils flared as he lifted his eyes to hers.
Heaven help her. The man was a living, breathing, walking advertisement for “Why I Want to Have Sex.” She shivered and hoped he didn’t notice.
His gaze slid over her body. “Are you cold, Dani?”
The words rumbled over and through her. Good God, even his voice dripped sex, and jeez, the way her name slid over his tongue sent heat spiraling through her. Her favorite Regency word came to mind. Wanton. Yes siree, she was one of those.