“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Callie said, taking a napkin and wiping her mouth.
Logan finished off the last of the clams and tossed the rest of the tray into the trash. “Come on, it’s a beautiful night. Let’s walk.” He stood up and offered his arm to Callie, and they headed down the street together. Callie rested her head against Logan’s shoulder as they strolled in the moonlight. “Thanks for letting me tag along,” he added.
“I should be the one thanking you. I don’t think Governor Callahan will be too thrilled when he finds out, but you did the right thing, and you gave those two a shot at real love. I still can’t believe it though. After all your talk about not believing people can find happiness together, you’re a complete softy.”
“Don’t read anything more into it than what it was,” Logan said. “I saw a way to end things quickly and in everyone’s best interest.”
“Yeah, right. You know, you’d make a great crisis manager.”
“Last time I checked, I was a walking crisis.”
“Well, that’s what could make you so valuable. I saw how you worked with Luke today. You understood him, and you got him to work with you. That’s invaluable.”
“Maybe I should start up my own firm. Think I could hire you out from under your sister?” Logan asked.
“Well, by the time she has her baby, I’ll be the one in charge of Haven Communications, and I don’t think you’d be very successful in luring me away from my own company.”
“Hey, my bad for bringing up Amy, but let’s try to forget about everything else tonight, ok? Let’s just be you and me and a rather small hotel room with a partial water view.”
“That sounds like something I could go for,” Callie said.
“Good, because we’re almost back to the hotel, and I wanted to try out a few of those positions we talked about earlier.”
“Oh is that right?” Callie asked.
“You’ll have to come with me to find out,” Logan said.
That sounded just fine to her.
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Before opening the door to the hotel room, Callie passed for a moment and made herself a promise. Whenever they ended up getting back to Newport, she was going to find some way to tell Logan why she had come there. She didn’t know how, but she had to tell him. There was more to Logan than she had expected. Behind the flash and the wit and the body, there was more than just a rich playboy. When he let his guard down, he was tender and caring and sweet. She wondered if he’d ever forgive her or if the whole thing would just fall apart as soon as she revealed her lie.
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Logan placed his hand over hers and opened the door. So much for thinking about tomorrow. Callie leaned into him and let herself swoon, let his gravity pull her firm against his chest. Together, they tumbled into the room, and, when the door clicked shut behind them, Callie knew exactly what she wanted from him. She pressed her nose in the hollow above his collar and she inhaled. His deep, cool cologne felt so familiar, so comforting. She slipped her fingers around the top button and kissed his neck, sucking and lightly circling her tongue against his salty skin. He must have worked up a sweat back in the car, she thought. She wouldn’t mind doing so again.
She pushed herself tight against him. She could feel the powerful pulse of his heart. Desire rose deep inside her core. She pulled at his shirt, tugging it open and pulling it aside, leaving only the thin undershirt between her and him. Callie reached down and grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up over his shoulders, exposing his abs and chest.
Logan grabbed the edge of her shirt and began to lift where Callie had stopped. Before he pulled it completely off, she leaned down and kissed his chest. She wanted to him to make her feel sexy again, powerful and connected. She wanted to feel his excitement at each and every motion of her body. She ran her hands back down over his torso and ran one hand over the bulge of his erection. Well, she was off to a good start so far. She listened to his excited breaths as she pulled his belt off. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
Logan tossed his shirt onto the ground and ran his hands slowly up Callie’s thighs. With each inch his fingers moved, Callie grew more excited. Her only worry was that he’d try to be too much of a gentleman, taking things slowly and letting her dictate the pace. She didn’t want that though. She wanted to give herself to him completely. She wanted to tear at his clothes, and she wanted him to tear at hers until there was nothing left between them.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.