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Just let him have this one last night.

He breathed in the warm scent of her, loving the sense of rightness, then closed his eyes and was asleep within minutes.

Chapter Fourteen

She didn’t want to move. Abby woke up disorientated, with no clue where she was or how she’d gotten there. But she was warm, the bed was big and soft, and the body behind her hot and hard.

She snuggled backward, felt the twitch of Logan’s cock against her ass. But she could tell from his breathing that he was still asleep, and she settled again, not wanting to wake him until she remembered how badly she’d behaved.

Peeking under the cover, she discovered she was almost fully dressed, so not that badly. Though as the memory filtered back, she realized it wasn’t so much hernotbehaving badly as Logan behaving well. He’d been the perfect gentleman, refusing to take advantage of her. However much she’d begged him to. She burrowed her face in the pillow, but it smelled of Logan and only made her feel worse.

She hadn’t wanted to go home the previous evening. When she’d left work, she’d phoned her mum, asked her to take Jenny for the night, and then called up her old school friends and asked if they would meet her. It had been a long time since they’d gotten together. She’d let her old friendships slide. It had been Mel and Sue who had organized her eighteenth birthday celebration, so they were sort of responsible for her relationship with Logan. Though “relationship” was probably the wrong word. Anyway, it had seemed appropriate to be with them last night.

She’d been so angry and frustrated. And for the first time she’d seen things from Logan’s perspective, known what it was like for someone to look at you and make assumptions based on nothing more than what they saw on the surface. She was hanging around with Logan therefore she would make a crap detective. More likely it was because she’d said no to the chief inspector’s advances when she first joined the force, and this was payback. He was using Logan as an excuse, and the others backed him up because that was the way things worked.

Well, she was fed up with it.

She’d always been good and look where that had gotten her. Nowhere.

Most of her life she’d gone out of her way to do the right thing. One little slip. Okay, maybe Logan wasn’t so little—she pushed her ass back against his now truly impressive erection. And he wasn’t really a slip. Whatever his appearance, or his past, Logan McCabe was a good man.

The reason she was running away was not because he was bad, but because she liked him too much. She winced as she remembered telling him last night that he was perfect. Well, perfect except for his total inability or wish to commit. And now, with what she knew of his background, she could understand that. But if he were a different sort of man, she’d be trying to make it work between them, trying to give Jenny a proper family.

Or if it were just her, she’d risk it, take him for however long she could have him, because she had an inkling that what they had was special, and she’d never find it with another man. But she couldn’t risk Jenny being hurt when her heart broke. How had she even let her heart get involved with his?

She sighed, and the hand around her waist tightened. Logan was awake.

“I can almost hear you thinking,” he murmured against her ear.

She wriggled and managed to roll over so she was facing him. He was so beautiful her heart ached. His hair was loose around his shoulders, and this close she could make out the black line around the silver of his eyes. His cheeks were shadowed; he’d be scratchy when he kissed her. If he kissed her. The thought that he might never kiss her again, never touch her, was like a pain lodged deep inside her. But right now they were in bed together, and he was naked. Surely she deserved one last time. Then she would go back to being good.

She had to make it happen. Apart from the arm around her, he wasn’t touching her now, and she needed him to touch her. Just once more and afterward, she’d find the strength to walk away.

He was returning her assessment. “How do you feel?” he asked. “Any aftereffects?”

She presumed he meant a hangover, and she gave a little shake of her head. “Fine. No aftereffects at all.”

“Good. Come here”

The arm around her waist tightened and drew her closer, and at last his lips were on hers—soft at first, questioning. She pressed against him, opening her mouth, sliding her tongue along his lower lip, nipping him with her teeth, pushing inside. The glide of his tongue against hers turned her body hot and heavy, heat pooling in her belly, need pulsing between her thighs. Her clothes chaffed against her sensitive skin. She craved the feel of him naked against her, and she shifted restlessly.

He moved her so she was beneath him, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her again, harder this time, taking control. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” He lifted his head to stare down into her face. His eyes held a question and a need that she guessed equaled her own. One she wouldn’t deny.

“I know. Do you want to do something about that?”

“Yeah, I do.”

He rested on one elbow, shoving the covers off them with his other hand, then studied her for a second, heat flaring in his eyes. He flicked open the buttons on her shirt, spreading the sides to reveal the white lace of her bra. As he stroked his knuckles over her nipples, spikes of pleasure raced along her nerves. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders, and she wriggled out of it, twisting to unfasten her bra.

“Christ, that is so pretty,” he said, lowering his head to take one swollen nipple in his mouth, laving it with his tongue, sucking gently.

His lovemaking was unlike anything that had come before. Or maybe that was it—always before they’d had sex, fantastic mind-blowing sex, but this was so slow and gentle and intense. He moved to the other breast, kissing the tip, stroking his fingers over her until she was squirming beneath him, craving more.

His hand moved lower, opened the button at her waist, lowered the zipper on her pants, and she shoved them down, taking her panties with them and leaving her naked. “Much better.” He cupped a hand between her thighs, and a groan escaped her.

“Is this another fantasy?” she asked.

His gaze lifted to her face. His expression was serious, his usual amusement absent. “No. This is real. This is you and me. Just once, and afterwards I’ll leave you alone. I promise I won’t hold you back. Now, I’m going to make love to you, slowly and completely, and you’ll never forget the feel of me inside you.”

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