Logan's Way by Lisa Ann Verge

Author:Lisa Ann Verge [Verge, Lisa Ann]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury - Harlequin Temptation '9
Published: 2011-05-29T21:00:00+00:00

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LOGAN WOKE SUDDENLY to a sound—a distant, crunching sound he wasn’t quite sure he’d heard—that faded the moment his senses settled. He blinked his eyes open. His lashes tangled with long red hair that assailed his senses with the scent of strawberries. The bright light of morning streamed through the blinds and fell upon the shell of a woman’s ear.

Ginny.

In one heady, hormonal rush he forgot altogether about the sound that woke him up. The memories of the night flooded over him and burned the last dregs of sleepiness out of his veins. He reached for her. He curled his hand over her ribs and turned her body to face his. Lazily, she rolled into the circle of his embrace and made a soft, sleepy woman-sound that brought new warmth to his blood.

Ginny. He wanted her. Again. He still couldn’t quite believe she was lying in his bed, naked under the sheets, her hip pressed against his belly. He couldn’t quite believe he’d actually experienced that incredible sex last night He couldn’t quite believe that the warm body lying beside his was the same stick of dynamite he’d lit in the darkness of that storm. Nor could he believe how he felt this morning—completely without remorse and hoping, eager for more. Maybe he was still sleeping. Maybe he was still dreaming. This couldn’t be Ginny, his Ginny, sleepily blinking open her eyes. This couldn’t be Ginny whose soft lips, under his perusal, were curling into an inviting smile.

Then he heard another sound, coming from outside his window. It was the distinctive sound of a car door slamming.

A car door?

Logan leaped out of bed and bolted to the window. He thrust his hand between the slats of the blind and peered through the opening, toward the driveway. He realized with a jolt that the sound that had woken him out of a deep, contented slumber was the crunching sound of tires against gravel. Parked behind his truck and Ginny’s car was a four-wheel sports utility vehicle that looked vaguely familiar.

“Ginny,” he muttered, “get dressed.”

“Hmm?”

“Get dressed—now.”

He snapped the blind closed and turned toward the bed. Ginny arched herself up and stretched her arms above her head as she yawned. The sheet slipped down, exposing one perfectly formed, pale pink nipple, puckered as if waiting for a kiss.

He seriously considered slamming his bedroom door shut and having his way with her—and to hell with his visitor—but just then he heard footsteps pounding on the deck. The kitchen door squealed open.

“Logan?” called a male voice from the kitchen. “Are you here?”

Ginny’s eyes flew open. Her mouth froze in midyawn. Logan searched for and found his underwear beneath the bed. He shoved one leg in; then the other, and groped wildly for his shorts.

“Logan,” she whispered, a flush rising to her cheeks, “Who—”

“Find something to wear, and do it quick.”

“Dr. Gene? Logan?” came the male voice again, from the living room this time. “You’ve got to be here, your cars are in the driveway.”

Ginny made

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