Yep, black toenails didn’t bode well. Not wanting to answer her question yet and since ogling her obviously annoyed her, he made a slow perusal in reverse direction, from her toes up. When he reached her eyes, he cocked a brow. “Sorry, did you say something?”
“You’re an ass,” she said, disappearing back inside to the sound of the slamming door.
He couldn’t deny the reality of their situation, and the sooner she accepted it, the sooner she would stop looking at him with hurt in those Irish green eyes. Not only was she Evan’s wife, but Logan Kincaid wasn’t good enough for her. How could a woman born into a house with seven bathrooms ever love a man who grew up in little more than a glorified shed with one barely working bathroom, a man whose mother spread her legs for any man with a few bucks in his pocket?
Never going to happen.
Dani aimed a kick at the foot of her bed. “Crap!” She hopped in a circle and then sat, holding her toe. Madder at herself than Logan for letting him get under her skin, she threw herself back on the bed. When his gaze had roamed over her body, she’d seen the hunger in his eyes, had wanted to tear off her clothes and jump on him right then. He wanted her, but didn’t like it.
Why couldn’t they have hot, mind-boggling sex? She wouldn’t expect more from him. But no, he had his damn honor. “Stupid man.”
“I assume you mean me.”
She lifted onto her elbows and glared at him. He stood in the middle of the doorway, his hands in his pockets. God help her, one look at him and she was ready to drool. “Do you make a habit of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure talking to yourself constitutes a conversation, but I could ask the same.”
She sat up. “You have me there. I heard the end of your phone call. Was that Jake on the phone, and why are you investigating Evan?”
Startling her, he walked in, slid his arms under her legs, and picked her up, carrying her toward the living room. Holy Batman, he was strong. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re on your bed. My mind doesn’t work right.”
She was face-to-face with him, and if she dared, she could close the inches between them and kiss him, but she still smarted from his rejection. He had removed the bandage from his forehead, and she gently put her finger next to the cut. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? God, when I think what could have happened.”
He stilled and focused on her. “If I were truly lucky—” He gave a little shake of his head before continuing down the hall.
“If what?”
Stopping in the doorway to the living room, his gaze fell to her mouth. “I would have the right to do this.” His face lowered until his lips covered hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. He feathered kisses over her mouth, soft brushes that tingled wherever he touched, her top lip, the bottom, the corners. When she sighed in pleasure, his arm tightened around her back and he deepened the kiss.
When he nipped on her lower lip, she opened her mouth for him. Their tongues tentatively touched, and then tangled. He tasted of coffee and mint toothpaste.
He pulled her tight against his chest and made a low growling noise deep in his throat. The sound excited her until it mixed with the cry of a baby. Tearing his mouth away, he practically threw her on the couch.
“Christ, Dani, you’re killing me here.” He backed up until he fell onto the chair behind him.
Why did he look so miserable? He was unfathomable, a mystery, and he intrigued the hell out of her. In bed, she just knew he would take her to the stars, perhaps even to the outer edges of the universe. Making love with Evan had always been tender and beautiful. Sometimes she had thought her husband held back, afraid of hurting her. With Logan, it would be hot, wild, and out of control. There would be no holding back for him.
The man had unleashed something feral inside her, and she did a thing she never would have dreamed of ten minutes ago. She stood and went to him, braced her palms on the back of his chair, and lowered her face to within inches of his.
“I don’t want to kill you, Logan, I only want to fuck you.” When he parted his lips in surprise, she covered his mouth with hers and licked his tongue.
As she left the room, she glanced over her shoulder and winked. If ever a man looked lost, it was Logan at that moment. She almost felt sorry for him. It wasn’t until she was sitting in the rocking chair and nursing Regan while staring at Dr. Seuss curtains that she realized he had never answered her question.
Why was he looking into Evan’s childhood?
Dani sat in the sales office at the Jeep dealership and stared moodily at the two men bargaining over the price of her new Cherokee. Logan had to be the most stubborn man she had ever met. Never mind that she could afford to buy her own damn car; never mind her insurance would cover the cost. Logan was adamant that as he had wrecked her Cherokee, he would buy her a new one.