It was unmistakable, that needy note in her voice. So unlike her. And yet so real. Heat blazed between them, so hot that Kat feared she might be burned alive at any moment.
Then she felt it—the breeze that she’d feared—his head dipping so close to hers, his breath tickling her neck. She would never know whether he moved first or she did, but then his lips were brushing hers, tasting, wanting.
The effect of his kiss started in her toes, moving up through her body and leaving every single part of her tingling, even the tiny hairs that stood to attention on her arms.
It was like standing in the centre of a pyre and feeling the flames licking at her, before roaring inside her. Burning hotter, higher, brighter, with every drag of his lips and every sweep of his tongue. She didn’t think she’d ever been kissed so thoroughly, so devastatingly before. Melting her.
If she hadn’t been pinned so deliciously between Logan’s too-perfect body and the hallway wall, she was sure her legs would have given way beneath her.
Her breasts felt swollen, achy and much too heavy. Her stomach somersaulted inside, vaulting off the walls of her abdomen, and lower than that...she throbbed. A violent, feverish pulsing that resonated through her entire body.
She felt entirely too tight in her own body, and too giddy in her head. When he muttered her name, the raw sound made her shiver. Desperately, she shifted against him, pressing her body closer to his, making him pin her even more firmly in place. As she moved her hips again, he slotted into place perfectly, his hard length nestled right where she ached for him most.
And Kat didn’t just topple—she swan-dived.
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You shouldn’t be touching her. You certainly shouldn’t be kissing her.
The words bellowed through his head, one after the other, but he muffled each of them. His mouth revelled in the taste of her vanilla cream lips, his hands in the feel of her silken skin beneath his palms, and something wild and untamed surged through him.
He couldn’t even consider what his body revelled in right now, pressed as he was against her, for fear that she would drive him completely wild.
He kissed her like he’d never kissed any woman, though he couldn’t have said what made it so different. And all the while his libido careened around like he was some kind of sex-crazed idiot.
What the hell was it about Kat Steel that made him forget every promise he’d made to himself?
Then he stopped thinking, because he feared that it might be enough to stop him from kissing her and right here and now he couldn’t think of any punishment more unpalatable than stopping kissing this woman.
So he did kiss her. Over and over again, every slide, every lick, every graze devastating her and laying waste to them both. As though everything that had happened since she’d walked around the hospital corner, barely a week ago, had been leading up to this moment.
To her.
Slowly, delicately he unwound the scarf from her neck, even as his mouth continued to plunder hers, and then, after he’d let it fall to the floor, he lifted his hands to cup her face, his thumbs caressing her jawline as he angled his head for a better fit.
Vaguely, he was aware of her starting to shrug herself back out of her coat, and then her hands were raking over his chest, like she needed to touch him. Like she couldn’t help herself. Logan found he liked that notion a great deal. Perhaps too much. Yet he couldn’t even bring himself to care about stopping.
He hauled off her jacket, his mouth never leaving hers. He traced her jaw with his lips, her neck with the vaguest edge of his teeth, and the hollow of her neck with his tongue. Each exploration elicited more unrestrained moans, making her shiver that much harder against him.
He let his hands investigate
over her top, tracing her, touching her. He took his time learning each curve and every swell. Committed them to memory, and then dipped his hands under her loose top to learn her all over again.
It should have set off alarm bells, realising how much he wanted her. As if he’d never wanted any other woman in his entire life. Certainly not with this hectic, frenzied urgency he felt inside.
He wanted to learn every inch of her. Taste her.
God, how he needed to taste her.
He was losing it, and he didn’t even care. All that heat pouring out of her and into him was almost too much to bear.
If he slid his fingers under the waistband of her trousers right now, he could only imagine what he’d find. How wet she would be. The way she was rolling her hips against him, those greedy little moans escaping such plump, perfect lips, was making him ache so badly that it was almost painful.
‘Kat.’ He barely recognised the growl as his own voice. It sounded so coarse. So restless.
If he wasn’t careful, they were going to end up doing it right here, against the wall. And the worrying part was that he wasn’t even sure he cared. He wanted her so badly.
Suddenly there was a cry from down the hall and Logan crashed back to reality in an instant.