Page 94 of Risky Game

Blaring music came soon after. It was so loud, so when I opened the door to his workout room, he didn’t notice my entrance. Heavy rock music bounced off the walls, making my head vibrate from the bass.

And that wasn’t all that was buzzing. Logan was shirtless, sweat dripping down his spine as he stood with his back to me and deadlifted a weight bar. It fell to the ground and he looked up, must have caught sight of me in the mirror to his left because he turned to face me.

His features were steel, his eyes furious. But his heaving chest and all that sweat, those muscles, had me licking my lips.

He scowled at me, stomped to the stereo system, and slapped a button. The music silenced and all I heard was his heavy breathing and the sound of my own pulse thundering.

Why did the man have to be so beautiful? And so freaking sexy when he was angry?

“Are you going to work today?”

“After lunch. Gave the guys the morning off. Why?” He shoved his hands to his hips. “Want to have that talk now?”

Oh hell no. With the way he was acting, I wanted to rewind the clock and never enter this room. Hell, maybe reverse it to last night and not stay in his bed. Not feel comfortable and safe. Not open my stupid mouth.

“Not particularly,” I told him.

His lips curled in displeasure, and he grabbed a towel off a weight bench, scrubbing it over his face. He wiped away the fury along with the sweat and when he tossed it back to the bench, his voice was softer.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?” He could have fooled me. Still seemed pretty angry.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe I’m a little mad, but only because I was disappointed you were gone and I liked having you in my arms last night. I’m mad at the situation, but not you.”

My lips, my whole throat burned to ask the questions. Start the conversation. What situation?

Now wasn’t the time. Not right then. “I need to take Amelia to the store this morning. Anything you need?”

He huffed and gave a little shake of his head. His disappointment hit me hard and fast.

“Come here, Ruby.”

Not really the time to play the game, not at all. But he’d sounded nice, almost like it was a question and not his usual demands.

“I think I’m safer here,” I told him. And definitely less sweaty.

“Trust me, you’re not safe anywhere when I’m near you.” It should have been a threat. Instead, that stupid, stupid part inside of me he seemed to have full control over, woke up and smiled, stretching with glee. He still wanted me. Despite my idiocy.

I took a step toward him. He took the rest toward me and then his hands were at my cheeks, his thumb brushing the soft flesh beneath my skin. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I wanted to kiss off that cocky grin his lips curled into.

“We’ll talk later. Figure it out. Okay?”

“All right.” It came out as a wheeze. And then Logan’s lips were on mine, soft, seeking. I kissed him back because I had to, because I craved him. And as his mouth opened and I followed and that first brush of his tongue hit mine, sparks erupted down my spine, straight to my toes.

I hummed against his mouth, and he pulled back. He ended the kiss quickly, much too fast for my liking, and then whispered against my mouth, “Don’t ever sneak out of my bed like that again unless it’s an emergency.”

“All right,” I agreed. I couldn’t not.

He still wanted me in his bed. That had to be good. Right?

I turned to leave and wished I hadn’t when he said, “And don’t for one second think you can get yourself off today while thinking about me.”

My knees wobbled. He knew exactly what his kisses did to me and he’d meant to do it. Game on. I glanced at him over my shoulder. “And if I do it not thinking about you?”

A feral sound tore from his throat that had my stomach quivering. “You ever think of another man while your fingers are on my pussy and there’ll be consequences.”

I melted. Right there. His words hit me like a bomb, and I exploded right to the floor. Damn him. Damn him for being so bossy and sexy and so damn perfect for me.

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