It was easier to show him rather than explain. I pushed the door open further and pulled the string on the light. The walk-in closet was surprising large for such a small place. Just large enough to fit my twin-sized bed.
He laughed and then sobered, probably thinking about the two of us on it.
“You start every day coming out of the closet.”
“You think you’re the first one to make that joke? I’ve heard them all already.” I slipped off my shoes and pushed all of the clothes I’d tried on this morning into a pile so there was room to make our way to the couch. I’d made it halfway there when arms circled my waist and turned me into his kiss. This one was less aggressive. Almost sweet, but it got to me all the same. He lowered us both to sit on the couch as the kiss grew intense and spiraled out of control.
“I can’t keep my hands off of you,” he said. I could relate. His soft lips left my mouth and journeyed down the side of my neck until he found the perfect spot where my pulse was racing for him.
“You won’t hear complaints from me.” There was something about him that made me say whatever was on my mind, like he disabled my mental filter. It was strange and exhilarating. “I love the way you touch me.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “You do, huh?”
His strong arms locked around me and lifted, pulled me over him so I was straddling his lap, staring at the dark eyes that studied me. He leaned his head back on the couch and looked up at me, looking back down at him. His hand brushed my hair away and gently pulled me into his kiss.
It wasn’t like any of the others he’d given me. This kiss was tender and slow and filled with heat that threatened to consume me. It stole my breath and made me lightheaded. My heart pounded so fast, I could hear it loud in my ears.
“Someone’s knocking on your door,” he said, breaking through my fog. It hadn’t been my heartbeat; it was a fist banging against wood. I didn’t want to move, but the knock came again.
“Evie,” Blake’s muffled, raised voice came from the hall.
What the hell? I had told him I would call him later in the week, what happened to giving me space? I groaned and climbed off of Logan, and my kiss-weakened legs car
ried me to the door.
“Someone let me in downstairs,” Blake announced as he came in. “I left her.” He spun to face me, oblivious to everything around him, including the man who rose to stand from the couch. Blake’s face was wild and chaotic, and he looked . . .
“You’re plastered. Did you drive over here?” I demanded.
“No, I took a cab. Did you hear me? It’s over with Amy. I told her everything, I told her I love you. How you told me . . .”
Oh, no. “Stop talking, Blake—”
“. . . that you love me. It’s always been you, Evie.”
Blake’s back was to Logan, but I could see every ounce of unease in Logan’s face. His dark look toward Blake was adversarial.
“That was months ago,” I announced so Logan would hear. “It isn’t true anymore.”
“What? What do you mean, it’s not true?” The chaos in Blake’s eyes ratcheted up another level, bordering on anger. “You just, what? Stopped loving me all of a sudden because I tried to keep you from making the worst mistake of your life?” He took a step toward me, looking broken. “You could have gotten hurt, or raped, or sick.”
“It’s not like that there,” I said.
Logan quietly advanced on Blake, who remained oblivious.
“I don’t care what it’s like there, I only care about you.”
Six years of want in me quivered to hear it come from Blake’s lips, all while staring at the man over his shoulder, and it threatened to tear me apart. Blake’s hands seized my waist and hauled me up against him, and in his drunken state it wasn’t gentle. I slammed into his chest and immediately struggled to get free from his sudden embrace.
“What kind of man pays that much money to sleep with a woman? I’ll tell you, the really fucked up kind.”
“I don’t think we’ve met,” Logan said.
“Jesus Christ!” Blake stumbled away, releasing me, knocking one of my kitchen chairs sideways. The moment Blake’s alcohol-hazed mind recognized Logan, his gaze went to me, white with shock.
“Blake, this is Logan.”
“Her boyfriend.” There was no hesitation from Logan, and my brain went deaf with surprise.