Winter Ice (Storm for All Seasons 3)

"Frankly I don't care who you go out with. Just leave Brett alone."

Really, the man was insufferable. "I'm not stalking Brett. I only met him tonight and I was being friendly. Which doesn't mean I want to sleep with him." She stuck her finger in his chest, growing more and more frustrated by her inability to reach him.

"But, if I so chose to sleep with him or any other man, it's none of your business."

"Bullshit. I'll make it my business."

Appalled that he'd raised his voice, she quickly glanced around wondering if anyone had heard.

No one had, because they were alone.

Not good. And this was going nowhere fast. She grabbed her purse and coat and headed for the door.

"We're not finished," he said, walking after her.

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"Oh yes we are. I'm not going to stay and listen to you insult me, ignore me, then tell me you have a say-so in what men I have in my life."

"I just told you to stay away from Brett."

She stopped and glared at him. "Something you have no right to do."

"I don't want to see any of my friends hurt."

"Do you really think so little of me? Oh, what's the point? You go live your life, Logan, and I'll go live mine. Just stay the hell away from me."

She'd never been so insulted, or so angry. Logan really thought she could do harm to one of his friends. And the whole topic was ridiculous anyway, since she had no attraction or interest in Brett, anyway.

Logan went after her and grabbed her arm, then pulled her toward the elevators.

She tugged away from him, but he reached for her again, determination evident in the steely strength of his hold on her upper arm.

Anxious to avoid a scene, she allowed herself to be led along, but whispered her displeasure. "What do you think you're doing?"

"There are a few things I want to get straight with you before you leave tonight."

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Chapter Twelve

Logan slipped a key into one of the private elevators and pulled her inside, pressing the button for the penthouse suite.

"I'd really just like to leave now."

"No."

She tapped her foot and crossed her arms, waiting silently while the elevator made it to the penthouse floor. He got out, she didn't.

"Get out, Sophie."

"No. I'm going home." She pressed the button for the lobby, but he stepped back inside and stopped the door from closing. Grabbing her hand, he dragged her off the elevator, his fingers like a steel band around her wrist as he led her inside his suite.

She stood just inside the door as he flipped on the light, then inhaled sharply as she surveyed his apartment.

Wow.

It was huge, and opulent. Fully furnished with antiques of dark cherry wood and rich carpeting like a blanket under her feet.

She was way out of her league here. She couldn't even make herself step out of the foyer and into the living room.

"Quit standing there like you've never seen a penthouse before. It's just a place where I stay because it's in the hotel."

He stepped to the bar and fixed them both a drink, handing one to her as he took a long swallow of his.

Forcing her feet to move, she took the drink from his hand and sipped the brandy, letting it weave a trail of fire into her belly.

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"Why am I here?" she asked, desperately trying to understand what he was doing.

He removed his tie and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing them both onto the couch as they stepped into the sunken living room.

She sat on a well-cushioned sofa. Logan positioned himself next to her. Close. So close, in fact, she could smell him, her senses recalling the feel of his skin as he moved against her, the taste of sweat beading on his lip as he took her mouth during a hot, passionate coupling. Her heart began to pound like a driving ocean wave crashing against the shore.

"I just think we need to...finalize things between us. Make sure there's no misunderstanding."

"I agree." She shifted and crossed her leg, then noticed Logan frowning as he watched the movement.

Quickly looking into her eyes, he said, "I want to clear the air between us. I think there are a lot of things that haven't been said, that need to. Especially by me."

"Okay, I'm listening." She inhaled deeply and braced herself, knowing that whatever was coming wasn't going to be pleasant.

Logan's gaze flitted to her breasts, where the deep vee of the halter revealed her cleavage.

This time, his gaze left her breasts slowly, lingered on her neck before meeting her eyes. And this time, his eyes had gone a dark, stormy blue.

In turn, her body began to heat from the inside out. She felt the connection, his growing arousal, and her desire flared to life.

He may not want to be with her, but he did want her. That much he couldn't lie to her about. Not when it was so obvious. His erection was outlined clearly against his pants, and she couldn't help the slight smile that curled her lips.

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There was nothing more arousing to a woman than a man who clearly desired her.

She had no power to make him love her, but she wielded a considerable amount of power as it related to sex.

It wasn't everything she wanted, but it was a start. A very good start.

"Okay, granted, we have chemistry," he said, draining the brandy from his glass.

"But..."

She waited, giving him her complete attention. He swallowed, his Adam's apple jutting out as he struggled with the function.

"But, as I was saying..."

"Yes?" She inched closer, closed her eyes, and inhaled his scent. It flowed over her like a warm summer shower. Cool, refreshing, and utterly intoxicating.

"Stop that, Sophie."

Quickly opening her eyes, she asked, "Stop what?"

"Stop doing...that."

"That what?" She'd moved close enough now that their legs brushed. The bottom of her skirt had risen to her thighs. She made no move to adjust it.

He noticed, and swallowed again. Hard.

"Stop...stop...oh, hell." He gathered her in his arms, his movements jerky and rough and filled with desperate passion. A passion he poured into her mouth when his lips ground over hers.

She whimpered and leaned into him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her raging heartbeat keeping time with his.

Sophie moved her arms up over his biceps, feeling the tension, the hesitation, that held him removed from her.

But why? Was he afraid of letting go?

"Don't...hold...back," she murmured against his lips, repositioning herself so that she straddled him.

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His eyes had turned dark, icy, filled with a tempestuous storm of emotions as he looked his fill of her. He gripped her hips and thrust upward, driving his erection against her wet pussy.

He shoved the dress over her thighs, over her hips, exposing her naked sex.

"God, I love the way you smell when you're turned on," he said, untying the halter and pulling the dress down. He let his eyes drink in her breasts before taking one hard nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the inflamed peak, licking at her furiously until she was moaning and tangling her fingers in his hair to draw him closer.

And yet, she still sensed a tension about him.

Her gaze met his. "Logan, give it all to me. I can take it. I need it. Please."

"Anything?" he asked, the heat and promise in his husky voice nearly making her insane.

"Yes. Anything."

With a low growl he lifted her and stood. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight, breathing him in as he strolled down a long hallway and kicked open a door.

The light came on automatically, soft and muted from the wall sconces.

The bedroom was decorated in golden creamy colors, the

bed huge and inviting.

But he didn't deposit her on the bed. Instead, he went into the bathroom and sat her on the expansive marble counter, then flipped on a light.

The room was bathed in mirrors, and she saw herself in various angles.

Logan cast her a hot grin. "I want to watch my cock slide in and out of your pussy. I want everything, Sophie. Are you ready?"

She nodded, her throat gone dry with the thought of what "everything" would encompass. Whatever it was, she'd gladly give it to him.

He stripped the dress from her body, then quickly removed his suit. When he pulled her off the counter, her feet slid into soft, warm carpeting.