She was fine.
I had to say it more than once to convince myself.
Paranoia was a dangerous thing.
She was a dangerous thing.
She’d gotten under my skin, worked her way into my veins, and was now somehow making her way to my cold heart.
“Logan.” She jumped. “You scared me.”
Setting my gun on the counter, I inhaled a deep breath and rushed toward her.
She’d scared me too.
“Why are the doors open?”
She shrugged. “It was really warm in here and I wanted some air.”
Without a word, I backed her up to the counter and took her in my arms. I held her for the longest time before I pulled away. With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned her shirt and stripped it off her body. She was naked before me and so beautiful. As my eyes shifted, I could see myself in the cracked mirror over her shoulder.
I closed my eyes, unable to look. I didn’t want that constant reminder that burdened my skin to be anywhere in my thoughts.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked.
My mouth was greedy on her neck. That sweet spot I knew she liked me to kiss was the first place I attacked. My hands roamed her body, never lingering, just needing to feel her everywhere.
Her head was thrown back and her words came out low. “Logan, did you find out anything about my sister?”
Breaking contact with her was a struggle, but I managed to lean back. “I did, but right now, I need you.” I couldn’t hold my words back. I hoped she understood.
She looked at me, and then as if she knew just how desperate I was for her, she started to unzip my pants. We moved together with the rhythm we had created and together we stripped my clothes off.
I was about to set her free, but I couldn’t suppress this need inside me to put my mouth all over her—to lick every part of her, to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine.
A noise escaped that beautiful throat of hers, something hoarse and raw, something akin to the way I was feeling—primitive.
My desire to fuck her was so fierce, I wasn’t sure my legs could hold us. Something was bursting inside my chest. Whatever it was, it was bold and unrelenting.
We were kissing and kissing and before I knew it, I had her up on the counter and her legs were wrapped around me. My cock was right where it needed to be. All I had to do was slide it inside her.
She swiveled her hips in a way that said, Fuck me, fuck me hard, and fuck me now.
I kept kissing her. Her mouth, her chin, her jaw, her throat.
My name slipped out of her lips in a sigh. “Logan.”
With my hands on each side of her face, I blinked a few times until she came into focus. When she was all I could see, what came out of my mouth was a surprise even to myself. “I want,” I said slowly, “to make love . . . to you . . . on the bed.”
The words were dry coming out of my throat and I had to swallow a few times before I could finish the sentence.
I wanted to say so much more, but for now, I settled for that.
She found my mouth again for one more kiss. “I’d like that too,” she said, a little breathless.
My arms were under her back and behind her knees. I was carrying her into the bedroom, in a gallant way, taking my time, looking down at her with each step. Her eyes met mine and I wondered if she was feeling anything close to what I was.
The look on her face when I lowered her down onto the great, big bed with the clean white sheets told me she did, and her actions reaffirmed it. She brushed the hair from my forehead and drew a line down my scar. Her touch was soft and gentle and as she pulled her fingers away, she lifted herself to kiss me there, right there, the spot that reminded me what I’d done every time I looked in the mirror.
However, when she looked at me, she didn’t see the monster I saw. Her eyes told me she saw something different, and it felt like another layer of the ice around my heart had melted.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
I did.
We stayed in the missionary position with my body covering hers. I shivered a little with my first thrust and she did too.
I took my time. I didn’t rush things. I wanted what remained of the night to last forever. We moved together, slowly, making love over and over, until daylight flooded the room.
“Elle,” I murmured when I rolled off her.
She turned to her side to face me. She was beautiful in the morning light. I wanted to tell her what I saw when I looked at her. That even though we barely knew each other, I felt something for her I couldn’t explain. How she somehow lit me up from within. How the sound of her breathing was something I looked forward to hearing. And how her scent was one I couldn’t live without. But that wasn’t what I told her. Instead, I told her what I’d learned that night. That it was her sister the other night. That I thought it was her sister in O’Shea’s house, too. That if Lizzy was still close, so was Tommy. We talked about what her sister could have been after, but she didn’t have a clue. And finally, I told her that for her and Clementine’s sake, we needed to stay away from each other.
Gently, she stroked my hair and kissed my mouth. And then she killed me. “I know,” she said in a strained voice.
But neither of us spoke of when or how we’d do that.
In the early morning light, I pulled her close and stroked her back, softly lulling her to sleep.
When her breathing was even, I eased out of bed, tucked a few things in a duffle bag, and slipped out the door.
In the elevator, I brought up Declan’s number.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Hey man, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Elle is in my suite at the Four Seasons. Can you head over there and take her to the boutique? Tell her to stay at O’Shea’s house and call me if she needs me.” Although I hated the idea, I knew his house was like Fort Knox and she’d be safer there than at her place.
“Yeah, no problem. Charlene is here and can cover for me.”
“Don’t forget to make sure she knows who you are.”
“I’m not completely stupid.”
The elevator door opened. “Yeah, right. Sorry, man. I’ll leave the key at the desk in your name.”
“Okay, I’ll head over now.”
“And Declan, I’ll be at my father’s. Stop by tonight. If you’re still willing, I could use your help.”
“Sure, man. I’ll be there.”
“Grab Miles, too, if you don’t mind. I want both of you to connect with my old man.”
“Yeah, sure, no problem.”
A quick stop at the desk to leave the key and tell them I’d be back for my things and then I was walking out the door.
A sudden sadness hit me.
And I couldn’t help but hope I wasn’t walking out of Elle’s life too.
DAY 6
ELLE
I wasn’t doing well.
It had been almost two days since I’d seen Logan.
Aside from a couple of text messages, we hadn’t been in contact. One message asked me if Michael had mentioned anything about Friday. My response was what it always was: no. And the other came just before I left work. It was informative only. He still hadn’t found my sister.
I wanted to hear his voice, to talk to him, to tell him the things I was feeling. But he had left me alone yesterday morning without so much as a note or a goodbye, and although I knew it was the best way for us to part, it still stung.
My fantasies that the truths I had yet to tell him would be accepted were just that, fantasies. And the space he had put between us helped to put that in perspective.
Using my key, I let myself into Michael’s house. I had decided to take Logan’s advice and stay at Michael’s for a few days to be closer to Clementine. I wasn’t certain what could happen with Michael or Logan and wanted to be near her.
It was after nine and I knew Clementine would be asleep. With Peyton recovering and Rachel working only part-time, I was working from opening to close. I set my keys on the foyer table next to the fresh vase of flowers. Michael must have gone to see his father again today at the florist’s shop. He’d gone almost every day this week and I wondered if his father was ill.