My gaze froze on him. Logan wasn’t wearing his shirt, and every muscle was visible, flexing with each movement he made while shifting things around in the fridge. He had a tattoo that went from the top of his right shoulder down the back of his shoulder blade midway to his waist then it swung around to I guessed, his chest. I never expected the stunning drawings of what appeared like a horse merged with a hawk surrounded by what I could see of it—a dragon’s tail. I also got a good glimpse of the side tat that said, Tear Asunder in calligraphy writing.
Christ, I was drooling.
He straightened then turned with the milk jug in hand. My mouth dropped open as I stared at his chest. Memories of him hit me like a huge wave of heat. How I used to touch him, hold him, curl into him, and yes, even the memories I tried to forget but couldn’t. Of us in the shower. Kneeling. Taking his cock into my mouth. When he’d tell me to undress. To lie down and give myself completely to him. It turned me on and I wanted it again—I wanted the dominant Logan without the fear that had come with it during those fifteen days. And he was making that happen.
He must have known I was gawking by the way his mouth twitched as he watched me watch him.
I quickly looked down at my feet and went and sat beside Kat who was eyeing us both. She unzipped her jeans and the sound echoed. I gasped. She laughed then hid it by clearing her throat. At least I’d made her smile.
Logan wasn’t paying attention to us as he chugged back the contents of the milk then threw it in the recycling bin. When he looked over at me, I glanced away. I was confident over the phone that I could resist him but now—now I wasn’t so sure.
“When are you leaving to see that horse?”
He remembered. I told him about a new client the other day. The potential to expand my cliental from this one client was enormous considering he was involved in the thoroughbred racing community. If I helped his horse then word would spread and I could gain more cliental which meant having my own farm sooner than I planned. “Umm well, I said I’d be there for ten. So shortly.” Was my voice quaking? Did he notice?
“I’ll take you.”
“What?” Shit. Not a good idea. Spending even a few hours close to him wasn’t a good idea. Kat was right, I was caving and it terrified me. “I don’t think that would be a—”
“Eme. Lego. Stop.” His short abrupt use of my nickname sent a jolt right through me. “We’ve been talking on the phone for weeks, now were going to talk in person.” He leaned against the counter, palms on either side of him resting on the marble surface. With his stance like that, it made his tatted arm muscles bulge and his chest to … “Emily?”
My gaze darted away from his arms and up to his face. His eyes danced with mischief and I suspected Logan knew exactly how to make himself look irresistible. He’d never done that during the weeks in Mexico. Never flirted, never looked at me with anything other than cold steel eyes.
“I don’t like people around when I’m working so …” Yeah, he so wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“You’re not going alone. You don’t know who this guy is and it’s not safe. I’m not taking any chances.” Logan’s tone had turned calm and assertive. He was going to push this.
“Then I’ll take Kat.”
She held up both hands. “Sorry, Eme. No go. I have the farrier coming this morning and twenty horses getting trimmed and a deadline for the gallery for two more paintings by the end of the week.”
Shit. “Then I’ll call Deck.”
“Deck has better things to do,” Logan said abruptly.
Yeah, like hunt down guys like Raul and save girls like Raven. “I’ve been seeing clients’ horses for two years. I’m not changing now because you’re suddenly back and being overprotective. The guy is well known in the racing world and—”
“You’re not going alone.”
“Ugh.” I looked to Kat and she immediately jumped in. “Sculpt, you’re being ridiculous. This is her business now. She helps horses and—”
“Stay out of it, Kat. This isn’t overprotective, this is being cautious.”
I put my coffee cup down a little too hard on the counter and dark liquid spilled over the sides. “Fine.” Was I crazy? Yes. I had sucker written all over my forehead, but a part of me—okay a huge part of me—was excited about spending the day with Logan.
Ream strode into the kitchen looking just as bad as Kat. The tension went from about sixty to a thousand within seconds. Kat’s back stiffened and she glared at Ream who was avoiding looking at her all together. He did say morning though then grabbed a mug and poured a coffee.
Ream chin-lifted to Logan. I noticed his quick glance at Kat. “Where are Crisis and Kite?”
“Went to Avalanche last night. This morning … passed out with chicks I suspect.”
Ream huffed. “Thinking I should’ve been with them.”
The scrape of the stool moving across the hardwood floors sounded then Kat took off to her bedroom. I noticed as soon as her back was turned, Ream’s eyes never left her.
When Logan said he’d drive, I didn’t expect it to be on his motorcycle, I mean, I should’ve, but I didn’t think about it.
He stroked the handlebars, his long fingers a gentle caress like he was touching a woman’s back. My lips parted as I watched.
Damn it, I was going to explode before I even got on the bloody bike.
“You’ve been on my bike before, why do you look like I’m asking you to kick a kitten?”
“I just … it’s been a while. I’m uncomfortable.” What woman wouldn’t want to ride on the back of a bike with someone like Logan. This situation is like a fantasy come true and another step toward what I was desperately trying to avoid.