“Ream! Let me—” He jumped. Kat’s scream was cut off as they disappeared beneath the surface of the water.
Logan looked at Kite. “We need to step on this shit.”
Kite smacked Crisis in the arm. “You’re no f**kin’ help, ass**le.”
“Me? He needs to wake the f**k up. I’m helping him.” Crisis’s held up his hands, feigning innocence although his lips were twitching. What a shit disturber.
I bit my lip. Logan scoffed.
Ream and Kat came up from the beneath the surface of the water and Ream had his arm hooked around her waist, helping her to the side of the pool.
Logan met my eyes and I recognized the spark, knew it, felt it, and I remembered. I remembered when I’d first fallen in love with Logan.
He approached, a slow, casual stride. I stepped back one foot after the other. His eyes slid down me then back up again. Then, God that smile.
“Logan.” I held up my hand as I continued backward.
His brows rose to match his grin.
“Logan, no.”
“Yes, Emily.”
I turned and ran, but he was on me in two strides, looping his arm around my waist and carrying me kicking and screaming to the edge of the pool.
“Logan! Logan, don’t you dare.” I pounded my fists into his back. “No. Please.”
“Are you staying in my bed?”
“No, don’t. I mean yes.”
“I’m not understanding your answer. Maybe a little cold water will help.”
“Noooo.”
He leapt high into the air. I screamed.
I felt the cold water descend over my body, then my head as we went under. Logan’s hands were on me, holding me against him as we hit the bottom and he crouched and pushed off.
The moment I could suck in air, I struggled to dislodge his hands so I could swim to the edge of the pool. Logan was laughing so hard that he couldn’t hold onto me as I kicked out and hit him in the stomach.
“Bastard,” I yelled. I was trying my hardest to hold in my laughter and act all pissy, but when he caught me at the side of the pool and dragged me into him, I felt his lips on the back of my neck then the touch of his hands under my shirt, his skin against mine. He was caressing my abdomen then up across my ribs and ...
“Water clear it up for you any?” He nibbled the lobe of my ear. “I’m not asking for sex. But you’re in my bed.”
Resisting Logan was like stopping a freight train with my hands. “Okay.”
I saw Ream reach for Kat as she climbed out of the pool, snagging her hand. She paused, turned her head and all I saw the unquestionable rawness of hostility.
Ream said quietly, “Why, Kat?”
Kat never said anything, merely pulling away and walked back up to the house. Then Crisis and Kite cannonballed into the water.
Chapter 25
Despite the cold water from the pool, I was burning up. There was no denying my attraction to him had catapulted to another level. This wasn’t just love, this was an overwhelming debilitating love that I couldn’t even begin to decipher.
Soul gripping. Fuck, it was complete mind enfolding; not a single thought could be procured without him embraced within it.
Logan showed me to his bathroom upstairs on the third floor. Kat and I had stayed on the main floor since we’d moved onto the farm. It was odd seeing the second floor occupied by the band and third floor by Logan. The rooms had remained unused before the band came except for one on the second floor on the south side. Kat had been using it as an art room; now it was occupied by Crisis, when he stayed here.
The bathroom happened to have all my toiletries laid out; apparently Logan moved them from the downstairs bathroom. He took my hands, held them at my sides, and then bent his head and kissed me.
“When did you ...?”
“Texted Kite when you were working with the stallion.” He caressed my cheek then nodded to the right. “Wear the shirt to bed, baby.”
“What?”
He picked up a white button-down men’s shirt. I went to object and tell him I had my own pajamas when he scowled. “Seeing you in my shirt is sweet. And I want sweet tonight.”
Damn it. Stop. Why did he have to say shit like that? I mean what girl didn’t want to hear a guy telling her he wanted her in his shirt. That he wanted sweet and she’d be sweet in his shirt.
My mouth opened then slammed shut as he went over, turning on the taps. Water blasted out of the showerhead. He adjusted the water temperature.
He stood up straight. “You need help taking off those wet clothes?”
I rolled my eyes heavenward. “Out.”
Logan grinned holding up his hands. “Trying to be helpful.”
I let my pursed lips slip, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it, seeing Logan laugh and smile was contagious. “Out. Now.”
Watching Logan casually stride from the bathroom, I admired his ass in wet jeans, the corded muscles on his back visible beneath his white T-shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.
I leaned over and felt the temperature of the water—perfect. Peeling off my clothes, I hung them on the towel rack then stepped under the warm spray.
I washed as fast as I could to avoid the image of Logan that was afflicting me as I ran my hands over my body. I was imagining my touches were his hands on every inch of me.
Everything he’d done, he’d done to save me. To save us.
I was letting him in, and he was letting me in. I was sleeping beside him tonight, and I felt all giddy inside and a little nervous, but it was a good nervous.