“But Grace and her life is another issue for another day. This night belongs to us, Cat. If you want it to.” He paused a beat. “The choice is yours.”
She sat up too fast and had to wait for the rush of dizziness to subside. When it did, she realized her headache had fled with it. The man definitely had magic hands. The thought caused a delicious curling in the pit of her stomach.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Much.” She sat up on her knees and faced him. “But I suspect that was the point.”
“Meaning?”
“You can’t seduce a woman if she’s going to use a headache as an excuse.”
His dark eyes met hers. “I see. And you just admitted yours was gone.”
“Completely,” she said, the yearning inside her building to unbearable proportions.
The fury of the fire and the driving rain had nothing on the flames burning inside her. But she couldn’t help but wonder…
Would one night be enough?
Chapter Six
Catherine raised her head and contemplated the importance of the next few moments. Logan was leaving it up to her to decide whether they would sleep together. Her body said yes, but her mind wasn’t sure.
“Whatever you need to know, ask now,” he said.
She grinned. “So, you’re a mind reader as well as an expert masseur?”
“I already told you, I’m a man of many talents. Now, quit stalling.”
Silence followed. Silence in which no sound but the rain came between them. “There is one thing I’d like to get clear first.”
“I’m safe,” he assured her.
She shook her head. “You’re the last thing from safe I can imagine. That storm and those cresting waves have less risk than you. But I understand, and thank you. I am, too, by the way, though that’s not what I wanted to know.”
“I was afraid of that. What is it?” he asked, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.
“It’s not that I’m asking for promises or anything…”
He stroked a rough hand down her cheek. The caress gave life to a swirling need that pulled her in deeper.
“Then what do you want?”
She shrugged. “To know this means more to you than a one-night stand.” She met his gaze with a determined one of her own. She wouldn’t apologize for her needs.
He treated her to a lazy smile. “Trust me,” he said in a husky voice. “It means more. I respect you too much to sleep with you and never call again.”
“Now there’s a line if I ever heard one.” Yet she couldn’t help but smile in return. “So, what you’re saying is when this is over, you’ll call me?” she asked, forcing lightness and humor into her voice.
He nodded. “Soon.”
A smile twitched at her lips. “Is that the typical guy version of soon?”
His smile vanished, to be replaced by an intense but equally sexy look that set her nerve endings on fire. “It’s the Logan Montgomery version of soon.”
In the silence that followed, Catherine realized she couldn’t ask for anything more. Either she trusted him, or she didn’t. And she wouldn’t be here if her faith was lacking.
Drawing a deep breath, she met his gaze. “You aren’t going to draw this out much longer, are you?” she asked at last.