Page 76 of Shifters Awakening

“Got somewhere to be?” I snapped.

I was edging into bitch-to-a-nice-guy territory eventhough Jasper had been nothing but kind since I’d woken up. It made me feel like a fit-throwing toddler. Maybe I did need a meal and a nap. Maybe I needed a big-dicked dose of Logan. Hadn’t he been there? I’d been so sure I would wake up, staring into his eyes, maybe even held in his arms.

“Nowhere else for me to be but here,” he said, adding nothing else. He grabbed a book from a small table beside his chair and opened it.

When I picked up the stew, the warmth from the bowl spread to my hands and down to my bones, and the aroma reminded me that I had been ravenous before I’d passed out in the middle of the clearing. I lifted the bowl to my lips and drank half the broth before taking a bite of the meat, glad for Jasper’s current lack of chattiness. The bowl emptied, and I got myself another glass of water, unwilling to ask Jasper for anything.

A knock startled me out of the kitchen back into the living room, and Jasper winked at me as he hopped up and made his way toward the entrance to his den.

“What the fucking hell do they want from me n—” I started.

Logan stepped into the living room with a grim expression on his rugged face, everyblessedinch of him bare. His longish hair looked as though he’d been repetitively shoving his hand through it, and several strands hung over his eyebrows.

“Emma,” he said, his voice strained as his eyes flicked down over me. His eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened. “Are you well?”

I flinched when I realized the crocheted blanket had fallen open, both of my breasts were mostly exposed through the holes in the weave. Every inch of me was essentially bare, and it seemed to impact him as much as he did me.

Oh, how I wanted him to fuck me.He was Mr. Fuck Me Right and Mr. Right Now.

Right here. Right now.

CHAPTER THIRTY

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“Are you well?” he repeated.

My mouth opened slightly, and my brain scrambled to assemble something snappy, maybe even bitchy since he’d pissed me off. But I wasn’t mad anymore, and everything I wanted to say stayed lodged in my throat, stilling my tongue.

Finally, Jasper cleared his throat. “Well, I’m off to check in with Flynn about patrols and tell everybody you’re napping like a good little multimorph.” He studied me and then Logan and back to me. “Ye okay for me to go?”

I nodded.

He winked again, strolling toward his door and whistling a bawdy drinking song. Before he exited, he leered back over his shoulder. “You two better do all the things I would do. Don’t disappoint me.”

After the door closed, I breathed, “What are you doing here?”

“Second-guessing my decision to come here.” He shoved his hands through his dark hair, making it stick out in all directions, a midnight halo, perfect for the moody soul he was.

Holy hell.I had it bad. If Riley ever heard me say that moody soul shit, she’d never let me live it down. I cringed. I’d never forgive myself if anything had happened to Riley and Shannon, but for this moment, I had Logan. My gaze drifted down him, imagining all the places my tongue could go. Sometimes the tip, sometimes the flat…

“What are you second-guessing?” I asked.

Dragging myself back to reality was proving nearly impossible, and my fantasies were determined. How had he connected to me before? Could I connect to his mind and share my thoughts with him?

I focused on my shifter energy and his… pushing them together in my mind.

He took a step backward and seemed to waver. “Oh, shit.”

I peered at him, taking in the sheen of sweat. “What?”

“What are you doing?” he rasped, his gaze focused on my mouth. “Is that what you were thinking just now?”

“What did you hear?”

“Fucking hell, Emma. What’s gotten into you?”

“You did. You were in my head and maybe that gave me a shot of courage.”

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