Charging by Elise Faber

Author:Elise Faber [Faber, Elise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elise Faber

Twenty-Three

Logan

He’d gone slow.

He’d had patience.

And . . . now he had blue balls.

But he’d followed his own advice, and now there was a woman standing on his doorstep for a change. A brown bakery bag in one hand, a bottle of liquor in the other.

His lips curved, and he leaned back against the doorjamb. “What’s happening, Starlight?”

She lifted her chin and brushed by him into his house.

Grinning, he closed the door, turned to follow her, only to see that she had stopped all of three feet inside his place. He froze, and maybe he was succumbing to his inner pig, but damn, what a view that was.

Her hair was swept up into a mass of curls. Her skin gleamed in the morning light, set off by the pale blue of her dress—a simple thing that tied at her nape, left the rest of her back exposed. His mouth watered, nearly as much as his fingers itched to touch, because the sweep of that dress, how it teased the tops of her thighs, thighs he wanted to be in between and, fuck, thighs he wanted to stroke, to kiss, to lick.

“This is so cliché.”

“Me wanting to go down on you?” he asked, slipping his arms around her waist from behind and pressing his front to her back.

Her breathing hitched, hips canting to brush his—

Yes, he was hard.

Hence . . . blue balls.

Char spun in his arms, lifting hers up and resting her hands on his shoulders. She had those fucking tall heels on again, red ones this time that matched her fire engine colored lipstick.

And he wanted to kiss her.

But she was there, and patience seemed to be working, and he needed to keep chugging along, to not fuck this up—

“Logan!” she exclaimed.

“What?” he asked, going for innocent.

Not that it worked, because she glared up at him. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m trying very hard not to jump your bones.”

He stilled, held her gaze. “Well, I’m trying very hard to be good,” he murmured. “And you talking about bones”—he drew her a little closer, trying to resist the urge to grind his cock against her—“isn’t helping my control.”

Fingers on his jaw, a smirk on that sexy red-covered mouth. “Yeah?”

“Vixen,” he muttered, turning her and cuddling her against his side, keeping that dangerous, tempting body near, while still attempting to maintain his control. Having her curves pressed to him wasn’t great for said control, but it was better than finding any excuse to rub his cock against her. Or better yet to lift up the hem of that dress and—

“I thought I was your Starlight?” she asked.

“Yes, to Starlight,” he said, leading her farther into the house. “You’ve been my guide over the years, my beacon to find my way back to you, to show you—”

He broke off, voice definitely wet, even though he was a big, tough hockey player. Yes, he knew he’d ultimately done the right thing in letting her go, but it had hurt, and part

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