Page 56 of Sins or Secrets
“I was thinking about your tattoos.You didn’t have them before. What were you thinking?”
He picks up a cookie and nibbles on it.Then with a cocky grin he looks me up and down again and walks around me.Every nerve in my body comes alive as I feel his eyes on me.
My skin buzzes and tingles and he hasn’t even touched me.
“I was thinking your ass looks fucking great in those shorts,” he states exuding confidence akin to him that I’m sure most would kill for.“Twenty-eight-year-old Quinn most assuredly rivals eighteen-year-old Quinn.”
There is nothing on this earth that would stop me from thinking of sex now.
The violent blush that sweeps over my body sparks desire deep in my core and the hot sinful things that race through my mind would have me in confessionals with Father Jenkins for at least a week.
My mouth falls open but the words don't come, and since I don’t think I would sound as confident saying thirty-year-old Logan rivals the twenty-year-old version, I keep my mouth shut.
It would also be an understatement.
The man is sex.
Nothing else comes to mind besides that when I look at him.And now I’m getting wet. I’m sure all he would need to do is touch me with the tips of his fingers to make me come.
Realizing I’m just staring, and I need to change the conversation, I school my thoughts,compose myself and try to think of something less sexual.
“When did you get your tattoos?” I stutter.
He chuckles, or maybe it’s more like he laughs at me.“Got them when I was twenty-five, after I made lieutenant.”
“Wow, did it hurt?”
“Like a motherfucker. But I think they’re cool.”
“They are. Suits you.”
He finishes off the cookies and his gaze returns to my body.“Does twenty-eight year old Quinn have any tats I should know about?”
“No. I’m the same. Boring right?”
He reaches forward for the hem of my top and lifts the edge up over my belly exposing the one wild thing I did as a teenager.
I got a belly ring when I was fourteen.Dad went crazy. Mom at least thought it was adorable and allowed me to have it.But, Dad still made me take it out.That didn’t stop me from wearing it when I wasn’t at home, or around him.
Logan runs his finger over my skin around the little metal bar with the amethyst stones set in it.
The contact from his fingers sends shivers of desire racing over my skin like the waves in a tempestuous sea.
“I always liked this. Still sexy as fuck,” he states.
“Oh,” I breathe. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
He stares up at me for a few seconds before releasing me and taking a step back toward the tray.
I think of something else that will steer away from any discussion on our bodies.
“So… um, I haven’t seen you in two weeks.Have things calmed down at work now?”
“More or less. Some days it can be busy.At other times not so much. But I always find something to do.Anything happen here while I was away?”
“No… not much. Oh, my divorce came through.” As soon as the words leave my lips I realize how that sounds.
