Why would he want to? She slid her arms round his neck and moved her hips, feeling his instant response.
‘We should stop,’ she murmured, groaning softly as he moved deeper inside her. ‘Someone might walk past.’
‘I’m not stopping. No way.’
And she had no real desire to persuade him. ‘Then we should move,’ she whispered softly, ‘somewhere more discreet.’
He didn’t reply and she wondered whether he’d even heard her. And then he lifted his mouth from his determined seduction of her breast. ‘All right. Your house. It’s closer and we don’t need the car.’
How they got there she didn’t know.
He pushed her bikini in his pocket, pulled her dress over her head, zipped his shorts and slung his shirt over his shoulders. Then he took her hand and propelled her up the path that provided a short cut to her house.
Once inside he barely closed the door before he brought his mouth down on hers again.
Evanna felt her head swim and clutched at his shoulders. ‘Logan—the bedroom.’
‘Too far.’ He scooped her into his arms, carried her into the living room
and laid her on the sofa. ‘Kiss me.’
And she did.
She wrapped her arms round his neck and felt his hand slide her dress upwards and then he thrust hard inside her and she cried out because it was so perfect.
CHAPTER TEN
WHEN she woke up he was gone.
Evanna sat up slowly, aware that her entire body was aching in a way that it had never ached before. But no one had ever made love to her like that before.
Where had he gone?
When had he gone?
Now that the storm had settled she had so many questions that needed answering, but the biggest was why. Why had he made love to her?
She wanted to believe that what they’d shared was unique and special.
He’d been tender and caring, passionate and demanding all at the same time. Could a man make love like that, give so much, and yet feel nothing? Was that possible?
And then she remembered what he’d said that evening she’d talked to him in the garden. He was ready for sex. He’d wanted to have sex with a woman.
And she was that woman.
It hadn’t meant anything to him except another step forward in the recovery process. Hadn’t he told her that he wasn’t interested in a relationship? Hadn’t he told her that he wanted sex? Well, finally he’d slept with another woman.
She took a deep breath.
The fact that he’d left before she was awake said everything there was to be said. He was obviously wondering how on earth he was going to deal with the fallout of their night of passion.
Evanna bit her lip and swallowed back the lump in her throat. She needed to let him know that she understood. That she wasn’t going to demand anything of him. She’d given him what he’d needed and that was fine.
Except it wasn’t fine, was it?
For her, everything had changed.
She’d loved Logan all her life. Lived alongside him. Shared his life. But this was entirely different. What they’d shared couldn’t be ignored.