I woke to Logan nuzzling my neck, his leg between mine as he slid his cheek across my back. His arm draped over my hip, fingers splaying on my stomach. I smiled as shivers trickled across my skin when his velvet tongue licked the sensitive part below my ear.
“Mouse?” The gravelly whispered words made my insides ache to be taken again. “I can feel your heart pounding.”
Linking my fingers with his, I pulled him closer. We were still naked, and his c**k jerked against my butt. “Put it inside me, honey.”
He tensed.
I smiled.
Then he let my hand go, and his fingers traveled down my skin until he slid into the heat between my legs. “Shit, you’re wet.”
“I’m always wet for you.”
“Yeah. I love that.” He untangled our legs then in a slow languid motion, he pushed himself inside me.
I groaned and pushed back against him.
“Damn. You’re tight.”
It was a slow before-breakfast sex, not the hard desperate need of last night. Instead, he held me close, our bodies connected, awakening from sleep with a slow ride into stomach dropping ecstasy.
It was hot.
Logan kissed my neck, my back then held me up against him while murmuring sweet words of love in my ear. Each sensation was engraved in my mind, just like he was. We were set in stone.
The morning was lazy as we made love twice more, each time more intense than the last. I was raw and sore, but as soon as he touched me, I was ready for him again. There was no pretention, no worries, and I did as he wanted and left the thinking out of the bedroom.
By eleven we ambled from our nest, and I went to shower while Logan went to make some calls. He was on the phone when I came downstairs, hair still wet. I could see Ream and Kite outside by the pool talking.
Logan nodded to a mug sitting on the island then he walked to the sliding door that led out to the pool. He stepped out, and I sat on one of the stools and watched as he paced back and forth, his brows lowered and the crease around his eyes accentuated.
There was no doubt he was angry about something. He took long strides; his muscles flexing beneath his T-shirt, hair falling haphazardly across his forehead. I wanted to encase him in my embrace and take away whatever was riling him up.
He kicked one of the patio chairs, and it toppled over. He looked up. Saw me. Stared for three seconds then turned away and began pacing again.
When he came back inside he tossed his phone on the counter and came right for me. He sat on the bar stool, grabbed either side of my stool, and pulled me in close so my legs were between his. Then he rested his hands on either side of my outer thighs.
“You and me, we need time together. I’m trying to get that time.” He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs and a quiver shot through me. “But—”
“You’re giving me a but?” I raised my brows and tilted my head.
He huffed. “Smart ass.”
I grinned. The first time we talked about buts, he took my virginity.
Logan leaned in close and cupped my chin. “But I love smart ass Emily. She’s cute, and I want to spend the next sixty years listening to her.”
“Hmm, okay.” I leaned forward and went into him, my mouth coming down on his as I took what I’d gone without for far too long.
“I have to meet Deck this morning. We have that party in a week, and we need to run over a few things.”
“The party. Right.” Logan had mentioned something about a party a while ago.
“We’ve had one almost every year at Matt’s bar since the band started, but this year we’re having it here. Manager has organized a few producers to come hear us play.”
Oh. This was big for the band. “That’s great, Logan. Really great.”
He nodded.
“Maybe I’ll come with you and go hang with Georgie at the coffee shop while you talk to Deck.”
His face grew dark, and his hand tightened. “No.”
“Why not? I don’t have any horses coming today or clients, and I can ride Havoc later when it’s cooler. What else am I going to do without you here?”
“Lie by the pool. Go back to bed. Watch a movie. Just promise you won’t leave the farm. And no trail rides. I want you close by.”
“Logan?” Something wasn’t right. Why didn’t he want me going on a trail ride? Why close by? “What’s happening?”
“Nothing, Eme. I just worry when I’m not with you.”
I knew the second that he said the words that he was avoiding telling me something when his index finger tapped against my hip. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Jesus, it’s not that at all.
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
It felt like minutes before he spoke and I could see him contemplate ignoring me, by the way he avoided looking at me. Then he did and I wished he hadn’t because I knew what he was going to tell me wasn’t good. “Deck has been looking for Alfonzo. He was seen at the auction Raven was at. That’s how we found out he’s alive.”
I felt sick to my stomach. I’d assumed Alfonzo had died, if not when Logan had beaten him to a bloody pulp then when the compound was taken down.
Logan cupped my cheek. “Alfonzo has no clue about the farm. Deck’s men have made certain none of us have been followed here for weeks.”
“You’ve know about this for weeks?” Of course he had. That explained why he’d warned me to be careful, why Deck came to get them at the bar. Why Logan came with me to Rob’s farm to work with the racehorse. Or that could’ve been just as he said—to be with me.