Made to be His ( The Archer Family 1)

"Something like that," she answered.

He knew the rest would come if he didn't prod her. He was right. After another short pause, she added, "I've always hated seeing you with all those models. Matt would bring home pictures from the road sometimes or I'd see them in the magazines. It used to drive me crazy."

She'd wanted him? Had noticed him all that time ago?

Shock caught him in the back of the throat, making it impossible to speak.

"So, yeah. I didn't like the models, either. Because when I see them, all I see is the type of women you should be with. Woman who aren't at all like me."

"Then I guess the real question is, if you've been after me for all this time, why did you run from my kiss? Why did you turn me down?"

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"I..." she paused, trying to find the words. She hadn't wanted to deny him. She'd wanted to lose herself in the taste of him until her eyes rolled back in her head and her body slumped against his. But as soon as she felt him, the rush of reality knocked her over.

She'd known that if she let it happen, if she gave way to everything she'd ever wanted, then she was giving herself up for him to hurt her again.

She wasn't ready for that. Couldn't face it.

But how could she tell him all of that without sounding like a complete psycho?

"I was scared," she said. It was the simplest truth she could find, and he seemed to understand. Slowly, he nodded and took another step toward her. Cupping her cheek in his huge palm, he asked, "And what would you do if I kiss you now?"

I might die.

She swallowed hard. Before she found the words to answer him, he closed the space between them and crushed his lips to hers, taking all of her breath along with him. God, his lips were perfect. Firm and commanding, exactly the sort of kiss that made a woman follow suit without thinking.

His minty breath mingled with her own and she breathed him in, her head hazy with all of her objections. Still, as his tongue teased her lips, she couldn’t pull together a coherent thought, let alone a coherent complaint.

And with the way he nibbled her bottom lip, complaints were the last thing on her mind. All she wanted to do was give in, to tangle her own tongue with his and enjoy the sweet heat of his rough palm against the nape of her neck. To close her eyes and feel his fingers as they wove through her strands of hair…

His tongue swept into her mouth and she kissed him back without thinking, swirling around him and leaning in close. Allowing herself to wrap her arms around him and close her eyes.

This was what she’d dreamt of for so long. What she’d feared.

Even if all those concerns were real, she was finding it harder to believe them by the second. More and more, her thoughts turned to his warm, big hands and what they’d feel like as they roamed the rest of her body.

She’d been afraid of this before. That when she finally kissed him, she’d lose the shield that allowed her to see Logan for who he was. That she’d forget that he could do better.

Her fear was entirely founded. But worse? She had no intention of caring about that fear anytime soon. Right now, this moment was hers. Logan was hers.

But suddenly it was over. He pulled away and she swayed for a moment before leaning back against the wall.

"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, all casual-like, almost as if his tongue hadn’t just been down her throat.

What kind of devil had he sold his soul to in order to seem so smooth all the time?

"Nothing." She breathed the answer. It was pitiful to admit aloud, a twenty-something woman with no plans on a Friday night, but even if she'd had to disarm ten bombs, she was pretty sure she would have given him the same answer.

"I'll pick you up around sev—no, eight." And just like that, he stepped away from her and was heading for the door.

"What are we going to do?" she shouted after him.

"No questions," he called back and the wide, chrome door swung closed behind him.

Chapter 7

He shouldn’t have brought her here.