Acting off instinct and need, Lucy’s head fell back against his shoulder. Logan’s scent was warm and perfect as it infiltrated her senses, acting like a splash of arousal dousing her body. Logan eased closer, ridding them of the small space that had been between their bodies and his hands flattened on her stomach. The action molded the roundness of her bottom to his pelvis.
“What do you say, Lucy?” he asked brushing his lips along her earlobe. “Shall we enjoy our own little fantasy world?”
Chapter Twelve
Lucy suppressed a shiver. “I came here to talk,” she whispered, thankful Logan stood behind her. All of her resistance—the little she retained—might melt into those amazing dark eyes of his.
The touch of his lips, a featherlight touch, brushed the delicate area of her neck and enticed a shiver. “Then talk.”
“I can’t when you’re…” She lost the words when his hands slid up her sides, past her ribs, and just barely skimmed the curve of her breasts. Instantly, her nipples tightened. Lucy swallowed hard. Her panties were damp with proof of arousal. If she didn’t act soon, she wouldn’t. She knew she wanted Logan. Of that, there was no doubt. But being with him was wrong, and she knew it.
As if he’d read her mind, Logan offered reassurance. “This isn’t wrong.” With a gentle touch, he turned her to face him, keeping her close, their thighs touching. Bodies intimate in their connection. Lucy rested her hands on his too-perfect chest. Then, she did the very thing she knew equaled the death of her willpower—she let her gaze lock with his.
What she saw scorched her with its intensity. Potent and sexual, the look in his eyes told her how much he wanted her. Her fingers curled in his shirt, fighting the urge to run her hands across his chest and shoulders. He wasn’t dressed for work as she still was. It somehow made this easier. His slacks and pullover made him seem less the president of Carlson. Less her boss. She had no doubt he knew as much. He’d dressed to take her mind off their daytime connection.
“While we’re here,” he slipped his hand to the side of her face, into her hair. “Carlson doesn’t exist. We are two lovers enjoying each other.”
The tender way he held her made her stomach flip-flop. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It can be.”
Lord only knew, she wanted it to be. “What if someone finds out?” she whispered, but deep down she knew she had already made up her mind. No way could she walk away from another night in Logan’s arms.
“Ah, baby, who’s going to find out?”
The endearment caught her off guard. It made things feel less sexual. More intimate and close. But even as he said the words, Lucy saw a flash of something indiscernible in Logan’s eyes. Without warning, he dropped his hands from her face and took a step backward. Lucy found herself wanting to reach for him, to pull him close again.
“Look,” Logan said. “If this isn’t what you want, I’ll turn and walk away. We can pretend nothing ever happened between us. My intent isn’t to make your life hell.” He paused. “This is your decision. Your job is secure as is the secret we share.”
Confusion hit her like a powerful blow. He’d made this his decision. Not that she’d felt it hadn’t been. “I never thought my job was at risk.” Not completely true. “At least not directly from you. My reputation in the entire industry is more the issue.”
“If anyone finds out, which they won’t.”
“We hope,” she said.
He leveled her in a burning hot stare. “Tell me to go and I’ll turn and walk away.”
“Why…why does it have to be so complicated.” It was a statement of utter frustration rather than a question. She didn’t expect an answer.
“I want you, Lucy,” he whispered. “And I believe you want me too.”
“That really isn’t the issue, now is it?”
He ignored her question. “Do I stay or go? Make the call.”
This was crazy. The only safe answer was “go”. Yet… Safe had its disadvantages right about now. “You’re sure no one will know?”
Her words put him into action. Suddenly, he stood close but not touching her. So much so she could feel the warmth of his body. “Tell me, Lucy. I have to know you want this.”
Her heart beat like a drum in her chest. The decision she was about to make was going to have a profound impact on her life. She knew it beyond common sense. Some instinct inside told her this moment held consequences. She sucked in a breath, willing herself to walk away. Instead, she found herself saying, “I want you.”
And then Logan was holding her, kissing her with passion and hunger. His hand slid behind her neck, pulling her mouth to his. With a magic heat only he created, she melted. Her decision had been made, and resistance no longer mattered. Nothing outside of this room did.