‘This is a ridiculous garment,’ he rasped, as Kat changed the pressure in her grip and made him feel as though he was spiralling out of control.
‘It’s meant for running,’ she whispered, amused. ‘Not for other...um...activities.’
She twisted her wrist and a low, guttural sound escaped him.
What she was doing felt so good, but if he didn’t put a stop to this now, he feared he wasn’t going to be able to, and he refused to embarrass himself right here.
‘Not here.’ Lowering his hand, he encircled her wrist, stopping her and freeing himself.
‘Logan...’
He looked up. They were approximately in the middle of the park, part way between her apartment and his. But they only needed one apartment.
‘Jamie isn’t due home for a couple of hours,’ Logan bit out, adjusting himself. ‘We can go back to mine.’
‘Then hurry up,’ she urged. ‘Because I was rather enjoying myself there.’
‘You’ll enjoy yourself more when I can touch you,’ he promised. ‘And taste you.’
He exulted when her eyes darkened with undisguised desire.
Then, interlocking his fingers with hers, he turned them both around and led them back to the main path.
* * *
Kat could barely believe she’d been so bold back there in the middle of the woods where no one could see them.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so wanton or daring in her life. But, then, she’d never felt as desired as she did when she was with Logan—when he wasn’t throwing her out of his apartment, that was.
If it hadn’t been for her clothing, she was sure she would have let him take her right there, against that tree. He made her feel like the most beautiful, craved woman in the world. And she liked how strong she felt she was becoming, the more time she spent in his company.
Hunger and need coursed through her every time she saw him. It was a heady experience, and one that she found she liked more and more.
Wordlessly, they ran through the park together. A thousand times better than the training run she’d expected. Nonetheless, her pulse thrummed frantically throughout her body as they reached his apartment building and he reached for her in the elevator. Her throat, her wrist, even her knees. And especially between her legs.
He crushed her into the corner of the elevator, and Kat reached around to hold his backside, nestling him right where she needed him most, driving them both wild as he devoured her with his mouth, leaving her panting and desperate.
She had never burned like this before. Ever.
They barely managed to tear themselves apart as the lift slowed and the doors pinged. They tumbled out and half ran, half walked down the corridor to his apartment. And then Logan was unlocking the door and pulling her inside, his T-shirt already off his body and on the hallway floor.
‘Daddy?’
The sound of Jamie’s voice from in the kitchen had them springing apart. Snatching up his T from the hallway floor, Logan had just about pulled it back on as his son came hurtling around the corner.
‘Look who I found, champ,’ he declared as Jamie came to an abrupt halt and gazed at Kat in delight.
Kat tried to smooth her hair and then, in vain, reduce the flush from her cheeks before a woman, who had to be Logan’s mother, followed. Tall and slim, she wore her hair in a tight topknot, but there was no denying the elegant way in which she carried herself.
‘Hello, Logan, dear. We got back early so... Oh, hello.’
Forcing a smile, Kat tried not to feel like a teenager caught heading up to her boyfriend’s bedroom.
‘Mrs Connors.’ She extended her hand in greeting.
‘Kat, this is my mother, Zula. Mom, this is Kat,’ Logan instantly took control. ‘Shall we go through to the living room rather than congregate in the hall?’
And as he ushered them through, Kat was shocked when she felt his hand on the small of her back, as though to lend her support.