‘You can feel it too?’
‘Yes.’
He frowned, shaking his head. ‘I can’t understand it.’
Callie gently touched his rigid jaw, understanding that part of the reason for his mercurial moods was his complete puzzlement with the way he felt about her. ‘Do you have to?’
‘A week ago, five days ago, I hadn’t even met you, now I don’t like to think how empty my life was without you.’
‘It wasn’t empty, Logan,’ she shook her head. ‘You had other interests, other friends—’
‘Other friends, yes,’ he acknowledged bitterly. ‘Sexual friends. Does that bother you?’
‘Does it bother you?’
‘At the time, no. Now—’
‘You can never go back and change your life, Logan,’ she interrupted softly. ‘If you were happy with it at the time then now you just have to accept it.’
He looked down at her frowningly. ‘Another quote from this male friend of yours?’
‘It didn’t sound like me, hmm?’ she said ruefully.
‘It sounded like someone who’s lived life a lot longer than you have.’
‘You’re right,’ she smiled. ‘He was a lot older than me, but the wisest, gentlest—’
‘Careful,’ Logan warned gruffly, ‘or I’ll be getting jealous!’
‘You have no need to be. He’s dead now, so he can’t hurt you,’ she said dully.
‘I’m sorry,’ his regret was genuine.
‘So am I,’ she bit her lip. ‘I’ll tell you about him some time—but not yet.’
‘The wound’s still too raw, is it?’
She wouldn’t have exactly called it a wound, more a deep loss. But he was right, it was too recent for her to talk about Jeff unemotionally.
‘Kiss me, Logan,’ she invited huskily.
‘Oh, I intend to,’ he drawled. ‘Very thoroughly. In fact, I’ve been looking forward to it.’
‘You have?’
‘Haven’t you?’
He must know she had. All through dinner, the drive here, they had been aware only of each other, the sensual tension building up by the second.
As their lips met Callie felt as if she had come home, as if she had found the other half of herself, their bodies fitting perfectly together.
‘Oh, Callie, Callie,’ Logan murmured between kisses, gently probing the edge of her lips, his hands at her nape releasing the single fastening of the halter-necked dress, the soft velvet material like a caress as it fell down to her waist, her breasts bared to his questing hands, touching her nipples until she arched against him.
‘Logan!’ she gasped as his hand closed firmly over one taut pink nub, bending her back over his arm as he thoroughly explored each rosy peak with leisurely ease, his hands moving up and down her spine in a slow caress.
‘Callie, this may be insane,’ he groaned against her flesh, ‘but I think I’m falling in love with you!’
‘Only think?’