Page 80 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.”

He grabs me by the waist and yanks me onto his lap. A startled laugh escapes me, but I don’t resist, letting him settle me exactly where he wants.

“How about we work on it a little more after breakfast?” he asks.

My arms curl around his neck. “I’d like that.”

We hover so close I feel his breath on my lips. The last twelve hours rush over me, every touch, every kiss, the way he made me feel then. The way he makes me feel now.

Logan exhales, his eyes going soft, full of something unsaid. He starts to speak?—

Stops.

Frowns, thinking twice.

“What?” I ask, searching his face.

“Nothing. Forget it.”

“Nooo.”I narrow my eyes. “What were you going to say?”

He presses his lips together, then huffs out a breath.

“I was just thinking about how beautiful you look in the morning,” he says.

The way he says it. Like it’s so natural, sotrue.It makes my heart squeeze.

I kiss him again, unable to stop myself.

He smiles against my lips.

“Come on,” he murmurs, rising from the bench with me still in his arms. “Let’s have breakfast.”

While my stomach quivers with hunger, my skin tingles with an even greater need. I stand, gripping the piano to steady myself as my ankles tremble and my knees lock.

“Logan,” I hear myself say, my voice barely above a breath.

He pauses in the doorway. “Hm?”

“I, uh...”

My throat tightens around the words, my heart hammering against it. I know what I want to say, what I want to do, but I’ve never had to express it before. Ever.

How do characters in books make this seem so easy?

Hell, how do people inreal lifemake this seem easy?

“Katrina? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I manage, swallowing hard. “I just, um... About last night.”

Logan shifts, planting his feet, his full attention on me. “Last night?” he echoes.

I draw in a breath, but it does nothing to cool the heat flooding my skin. “Well, I know there’s a bit of social etiquette involved with... returning the favor.”

One of his brows lifts. “Returning the favor?”

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