“It wasn’t a kiss,” he said, answering the challenge in her eyes.
But she didn’t say anything.
No words, and he’d go only so far.
For the second time in two days he’d indulged in public display of lust, which, after the sex tape, he’d wholly abstained from. But he angled his body, using his broad back to become a kind of barrier between Min and the guy on the other side of the aisle. Pulled the blanket up to cover her. Min in a state of arousal was for his pleasure only.
Then, beneath the blanket, he slid his hand up her thigh.
He looked down at her upturned face. Her lips were parted, reddened. So hot. He brushed his lips along her jaw. Loving to feel the faster beat of her pulse as he nipped that vulnerable spot on her neck. He pulled back again, not wanting to be too obvious to the aircrew or other passengers.
But with his hand beneath the blanket, he explored, sliding up her thigh and over her belly, finding his way beneath her blouse to the lush curves. Her breast was warm. He hated the bra. Had to get rid of it so he could cup her weight in his hand and thumb her nipples. He wanted to feel her writhing against him again the way she had this morning. Out of control, wanting him. He wanted to hold her and feel all that tension ebb from her body after orgasm. She became so soft and pliable and downright snugly. For all of a second.
He bit back a moan at the thought. He’d make her come and come and come again. It was all he could think about.
Which frankly was a first. Not that he was selfish, he liked his lovers to come hard, loud and often and he liked nothing more than coming deep inside them. But being entirely focused on Min’s pleasure, on nothing but her pleasure, was oddly satisfying. Now he wanted nothing more than to please her completely—to hear her scream his name in utterly uncontrollable ecstasy.
He hadn’t made her do that yet. But he would.
He stroked her now, feeling her respond, hearing her breath quicken, watching her face as avidly as she watched his. Was he as flushed as she was right now? Were his eyes as slumberous? Yet hers still challenged.
He sure as hell wasn’t cold anymore.
He spread his fingers as she arched into his hand. He rubbed harder as she bit on her lips. He hated that she held back from him.
So he worked her harder, caressing, seeking out the tightly budded nipples. Both hands beneath the blanket now. Beneath her blouse, his thumbs working in tandem. But the damn silk and lace was in the way.
“You’ve ripped my b-b-bra.” Breathless, she sounded scandalised.
“Take it off.” He wasn’t sorry. She had sensational breasts. Real breasts—soft, warm, he liked to cup them. He wanted to kiss them.
He chuckled as she wriggled uncomfortably, wrestling with the ribbon and the ripped lace. She stuffed the broken thing into her bag, pulling her blouse away from her body. But there was no hiding the deliciously pointed nipples protruding through the soft fabric. Tantalizing.
His groin tightened to outright painful. Damn if he hadn’t been sporting a hard-on, ninety-nine percent of the time since he’d laid eyes on her.
“Stop it.” She glared at him.
“I’m not doing anything.” He tugged up the blanket to cover her.
“You don’t have to d-d-do anything,” she mumbled.
What, he just had to look at her? To be next to her?
That little admission warmed him more than he’d been warmed in months. “Oh but I do.”
Soon. Very soon. It was the only way he was going to get through this weekend.
The fasten seatbelt light flicked on and the steward announced that they were beginning the descent. Logan’s pleasure disappeared. He gritted his teeth. The show was about to begin.
Chapter Fourteen
#FamilyTies
As the plane landed and taxied to the terminal, Min’s panic increased. This was crazy. Giant rock or not, it was so obvious they weren’t suited. But maybe, she realized with a sick feeling, that was the point? Was Logan bringing her because she was going to be a disappointment to his perfectionist family? Had he chosen her precisely because she wasn’t good enough for his father to tolerate? She so wasn’t the kind of woman to fit into this total nightmare scenario. She was the daughter of a social climbing mother who’d been married multiple times. She didn’t wear designer. She didn’t speak beautifully.
“Stop looking so scared.” Logan laughed as he stood. “I’ll have to kiss you to bring the color back to your cheeks.”
“You’re not kissing me ‘til I ask, remember?”
“Not kissing your mouth, no…” he winked.
“Not there either.” She pulled her blouse away from her skin, aware her breasts were unconstrained. And worse, her nipples were still erect.
“No,” he agreed, staring at them. “I wasn’t thinking there either.”
Min was rendered speechless. And not because of her stutter. Her palm itched to give him a swipe. The jerk had probably ripped her bra on purpose, so she’d come stumbling out of the plane looking like he’d just had sex with her. All to preserve the Super-Stud-Logan label.
But then he reached past her, grabbing the denim jacket and opening it. Encircling her, he held it for her to slide her arms into. As soon as she had, he pulled the lapels close to cover her breasts. She glanced up at him, surprised by his chivalry.
“They’re mine to enjoy.” He muttered. “Only mine.”
Oh my. Didn’t that just make her nipples tighten up all the more.
She heard his chuckle as he took her hand firmly in his and led her towards the plane’s exit. She had the urge to burrow right into his embrace and hide. And apologize to him. Once more he’d proven he wasn’t a fan of the super-stud thing. At least, not the public perception.
But there was no chance. A crowd waited at the arrivals door. Logan’s grip tightened painfully, but she didn’t mind. It might only be for show, but the support she felt inside was all too real. And maybe he needed the support too? Or was it just that he was worried she was about to run.
“Logan.”
A tall man stepped forward to meet them. Leaner than Logan, his eyes were a stronger blue and his hair was all but shaved close to his skull. He didn’t look like the CEO of a company that helped people enjoy their leisure time. He looked more like a hard-edged marine.
“Welcome back,” he said to Logan in a low voice.
“Only for you,” Logan muttered. He released Min’s hand and walked into a back-slapping boy hug.
“I appreciate it.” The tall man stepped back and glanced at her. “You must be Min. I’m Connor, younger brother. Pleasure to meet you.”
She felt the chill in Connor’s gaze even as she nodded and smiled and hoped she could get away without saying a word. He seemed to be looking right through her which wasn’t a nice feeling. The only time he’d smiled was the moment he and Logan had hugged. While there was definitely a fraternal resemblance, he was missing the wicked angel amusement that danced in Logan’s eyes.
Logan rubbed his hand over Connor’s stubbled head and chuckled. “Only you would have done this.”
“You would’ve too if you’d been here.” Connor said, then glanced at Min. “Charity fundraiser,” he explained.
“Cancer?” Logan queried.
Connor nodded. “One of the house maid’s kids.”
“Bet you raised some money.”
There was the vestige of a wink. Almost a smile.
“It was
ludicrous. All the women wanted to shave it for him,” a sarcastic feminine voice piped up.
Logan turned and opened his arms wide. A slim brunette all but disappeared into them.
When he stepped back, Logan reclaimed Min’s hand. “This is our little sister Danielle.”
Logan had a sister? How could she not know this? Damn she should have Googled him. For a supposed social media maestro, she was useless. But she’d thought Logan’s file was the easiest gig ever. All she’d had to do was populate his feed with photos of him. More fool her, look what her negligence had gotten her into.
Now Min stared at the younger woman. At a glance she could see she was a cross between the two brothers. She had Logan’s high cheekbones and angled face, but the deeper blue of Connor’s eyes. And like her brothers, she’d been blessed with a beautiful frame—ultra long limbs and grace.
“Nice to meet you, Min.” Danielle said briefly.
“Thanks,” Min answered softly.
“Who else is coming to the party?” Danielle asked, looking past Logan and Min. “Hunter isn’t coming?”
“He and Xander are landing tomorrow I think,” Logan said. “Rocco’s shooting for Saturday. But the forecast isn’t good, so I don’t think we can guarantee his appearance.”
Something flashed in Danielle’s eyes, but it was quickly veiled.
“We’d better get going, you know they’re waiting.” Connor said brusquely.
Min didn’t know if Connor meant his parents or the paparazzi.
Turned out he meant both. Only it wasn’t quite paparazzi, but a paid-for-by-the-family photographer there to capture the reunion in a flattering ‘subject to approval’ fashion. He was waiting further in the concourse.
“Jeez, Connor, you got Pete Boulder in for photos?” Logan frowned.
“He’s the best.”
“He might take nice pictures, but he lacks integrity,” Logan muttered, annoyance obvious. He took Min’s hand in his again. “You should have asked me.”
Both brothers frowned at each other.
“Why’s he here now, anyway? Don’t you just need him for the party?” Logan asked.