“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Awareness had her licking her lips again and a bolt of pure heat lit up his insides.

“What do you want?” she whispered.

“This.” He leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping his hand around her nape to press her closer to him. Her mouth was as sweet as anything he’d ever tasted and he had to fight to keep the contact light. But his control was slipping as the heat of her body invaded his own. Visions of her lush, naked skin danced through his mind and he groaned.

He would’ve stopped, but a delicious sigh escaped her throat and her lips parted for him. He plunged inside her warmth and her tongue met his instantly, eagerly. Logan felt his heartbeat stagger and every muscle in his body hardened with need.

He wanted her, wanted to strip her clothes off and touch her breasts, her thighs, her slick core. He wanted his hands and mouth on every inch of her body. Now.

The images jarred him back to reality and he remembered they were standing outside in view of anyone who walked by. That’s when he pulled back, but not completely. He took his time, kissing the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, the line of her jaw, the silky length of her neck.

“Let’s go to my room,” he murmured against her skin, then took her hand and started walking back to the hotel.

She stopped and pulled her hand away. “I can’t do that. I have to go.”

He turned and looked at her. “No you don’t.”

“I do. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” She paused to catch her breath. “You don’t know me.”

“No,” he said carefully. “But I do know you want me and I want you.”

She looked so serious. “You don’t, really.”

“You’re wrong, Grace,” he said, reaching for her.

She put both hands up to stop him. “If you really knew me, you never would’ve kissed me. You would’ve run for the hills.” She took two steps backward. “I’m saving you the trouble.”