He leaned in and kissed her, slow and hard. She tasted sweet and pure, and he needed her. Logan pressed Callie against the wall and kissed her cheek and her neck as a wave of desire rolled through his body. He wanted to take her there and then.
Callie moaned in surprise and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him tighter against herself. He breathed in her scent, her delicate floral perfume mixed with the cool scent of rain. Her breath was hot and humid against his ear, and each heavy, hurried breath told him that she wanted him, too. He raised his lips back against hers and kissed her, running his hands over her hips, and leaning into her.
Logan felt like he was losing control of himself. With each kiss, he wanted Callie more and more, and he didn't know what to think. There was just something about her, something different. He usually had a bit more self control than this. As he kissed Callie's wonderfully sweet lips one more time, he decided he needed to act. He pushed back from the wall and pulled away from her, leaving a safe space between his body and hers. She deserved something more than a quick romp on the floor, something more than a simple wave of passion, and he wanted to be the kind of man who could give her what she deserved.
He held out his hand. "We should really get going," he said. He just needed a few minutes to regain control, a chance to figure out just what the hell it was about her that made him feel this way. This wasn't just the thrill of running off with someone. This was something else, something new. Now, if only he could figure out what it meant.
"And here I was thinking we just had," Callie replied.
You have no idea, he thought. If he didn't figure out some way to get over Callie Haven, he was going to be in trouble fast.
Ten
The sun lit the remaining clouds in brilliant pinks and reds, and Callie leaned back and took a slow sip of wine while she admired the view. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said. "I hadn't expected the rain to break like that." After a quick stop back at her guesthouse to shower and find some appropriate, dry attire, a light summer dress, she had accepted Logan's invitation to dinner on his yacht. The whole thing had felt like a dream. Her head was still hazy from the unbelievable rush she had felt in Logan's arms earlier that day, and she couldn't help but wonder when she could feel it again.
Logan's invitation hadn't simply been an excuse to get her on his boat. He really had made her dinner, steak to be exact, grilled on one of the three rear decks of his enormous yacht. Each bite of steak was buttery and tender and melted away in her mouth. Each sip of wine only accentuated the flavors. Even if Logan didn't want to sleep with her again, she wouldn't object to him cooking for her. This day had been full of surprises.
"Today's been full of surprises," Logan said.
"Somehow, I have a hard time believing that this isn't exactly how you planned the day."
Logan grinned. "As fun as it was, I hadn't planned on you jumping me in the bedroom."
"I was almost naked and standing in your bedroom, and I saw the way you were looking at me. Am I really supposed to believe that you had completely innocent intentions?"
Logan laughed and his wicked grin widened. "You had me at undressed. By the way, I never said anything about being innocent. I just thought I'd be the one to make the first move."
"Maybe I thought I'd save us both some time. You don't have to play coy with me, Logan. You're not going to hurt my feelings or offend me."
"Maybe I was just taking my time. Did you ever think of that?" Logan said.
"So is that your vaunted skill with women?" Callie asked.
Logan shook his head. "What?"
"Show them a little bit of your soft side. Make them think that maybe, just maybe they can be the one to change your bad boy ways, then go in for the kill?"
Logan laughed. "First, you were the one who 'went in for the kill.' Second, when I decide to make a move, it will be something better than standing there, mouth breathing as I try to figure out how you are as beautiful as you are interesting." He placed his fork down on his plate and walked over to the edge of the deck. He leaned back against a railing and crossed his arms.
"I thought those two things were one and the same for you. And you don't have to tell me I'm beautiful to try to get me to sleep with you again."
"Believe it or not, I'm not always trying to get you to sleep with me."
"BS. You've been thinking about it since before we left the house. I'm not blind. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off of me." Well, Callie thought, there was that moment in the hidden study. She knew he had felt what she had felt. The electric rush as they kissed, the rising heat as he pressed himself against her. If he wanted her so badly, why hadn't he kept going then?