Page 15 of Bulletproof Weeks

The flat of a hand slammed against his door. Logan rushed forward for the video screen.

“Logan King, you open this door before I cause a scene like none you’ve ever witnessed before.”

He touched the small LED panel. Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders now, a mass of waves dotted with melting snow. He only had two neighbors on the top floor and both opened their door. Self-preservation told him to let her pound at the door until security came.

But the deep, aching part of him that needed to see her took over. Just to smell her again, to look into those topaz eyes that shredded him in every dream. One more dose of those damn eyes that chased him into the ground and had ended in a song that he had to sing every goddamn night once the promotional tour started.

He swung the door open and hauled her inside. Night jasmine and the scent of snow slammed into him followed directly by her fist.

Logan stumbled back a step and shook his head. “Fuck, Iz.”

“Don’t Iz me. What the hell were you thinking?”

He clapped his hand over his eye and swallowed a groan. Jesus, she had a right cross. “So much for anonymous.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. Marcus kept your little boys club secret. Just how stupid do you think I am?”

“Izzy, hang on a second.”

She crowded into his personal space. “What did I just say?”

Christ, she was beautiful. Even as his cheek throbbed and his eye felt like it might be on fire, he couldn’t deny that the woman made his chest ache. He held his hands up. “All right, all right.”

She dropped her bags at his door and stalked toward him. He backed up until both of them stood in the center of his living room. It felt stupid to retreat, but the level of anger lighting her eyes was mildly terrifying.

“I’m not leaving until I get an explanation about why I’ve had a security detail for the last five plus months.”

“It’s just an extra precaution.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest. “May I get a shirt?”

“No.”

He lifted a brow. “Free show?”

Her gaze dropped to his chest and slowly traveled down the sweat-soaked workout shorts he wore that had pulled down low on his hips. His skin heated and he willed his cock to behave. He watched her swallow then returned her attention to his face. A renewed chill filled her eyes and melted across her face. Even her anger settled into the arctic freeze.

A normal guy would shrivel under that kind of look.

He’d never been normal.

Please, God he hoped the heavy shorts hid the evidence of his reaction to her.

But that was just chemistry and biology. How many nights had he roared awake with his dick so hard he could fuck a hole into his mattress? Wanting her wasn’t the problem. Keeping her safe was the only thing that mattered.

He’d done everything he could to push her away and he’d just pulled her into his apartment with his neighbors catching the entire play-by-play. The level of stupid was chart-topping.

How many people had heard her trying to get by Henry earlier?

How fast would it hit the papers?

“You gotta go.”

“No.” She stomped her foot. The thick heel echoed on his hardwood. “No, you don’t get to shut down and leave me hanging this time.”

“It was a fling. We screwed each other’s brains out for a week. Then it was over.”

“If it was over you wouldn’t have a bodyguard downstairs, probably ripping your front desk guy a new one, because I got up here before she could intercept me.”

She poked his chest. “You told me you wanted more. You were the one that made me wonder if what we had could actually be more. Then Saturday happened.”

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