I nodded.
“I hate to be away from you even for a second.”
I caressed his cheek and he took my hand and kissed my palm. “My heart is repaired, Logan. You did that.”
“Baby.” He pulled me into his arms, his hands on either side of my head as he kissed me. It was hard and intense and made me forget that we were surrounded by people. “You obliterated the bad in my life.” He kissed my forehead then drew back. “I have some suits to impress. You good?”
“Yeah, honey.”
He chin-lifted to Matt, and there was a look between them. And then Matt was beside me, his hand on the small of my back. Logan nodded then disappeared through the crowd. I saw him stop and talk to Ream who was with a cute little blonde, and then they were walking toward the stage.
It was another ten minutes before the band came on stage, and I was able to see Logan again. He was comfortable as he stood in front of the crowds, his confidence was natural, like being on stage was where he belonged.
And he did. There was no doubt that Tear Asunder was making it big, and Daryl obviously thought so, too.
Logan said a few words to the crowd and had them laughing and instantly falling under his spell. It was incredible that this man who oozed authority and power could have a group of posh executives melt at his feet. When Logan was on stage, it was like no one spoke unless he told them to.
He turned me on, but it was so much more powerful than that. It was like he was inside me, making my heart beat, my lungs breathe. He made me feel like whole again.
He did repair us.
Logan’s eyes found mine. I waited breathless then he winked, and I felt like he’d just swept his hands over my heated skin.
“This is a new song we’re playing tonight called ‘Torn from You.’” He closed his eyes and nodded his head three times then Kite clicked his sticks together.
They brought it, real and raw with each cord, each note rushing a thrill through the crowd. Logan’s voice was powerful, graveled and crass with the chorus, then seeking the soft deepness that sent shivers across my flesh during the verses.
“Fuck. They rock.” Georgie was nodding her head to the beat, and as I looked across the crowd, everyone was riveted to Logan. “Thinking maybe I need to get some of that.”
My mouth dropped open.
Georgie laughed. “Not your man, girl. Crisis. That tongue could do me wonders.”
I rolled my eyes, and Matt grunted, obviously hating to hear anything about Crisis, tongue, and Georgie in the same sentence.
The rest of the night, I didn’t see much of Logan, but who I did see a lot of was Deck. He was always within eye sight of me, and Matt never left my side.
It was one in the morning by the time everyone cleared out except the band, Georgie, Matt, and Kat. Deck appeared out of nowhere as we hung by the pool. He nodded to each of us then spoke quietly to Logan for a few minutes before he walked down the path toward the front of the house.
When Logan came back to me I looked up at him and he knew exactly what I wanted to know before I even had to ask. “No sign of him. Deck says it’s highly unlikely Alfonzo can find out about the farm unless he’s been following any of us, which I told you, Deck’s men has made certain he hasn’t. We’re just taking precautions until he’s located. There is no reason he’d even want to come after you, Eme. It would be stupid if he did. He knows Deck’s after him.”
Deck shouted, “Georgie. We’re leaving.”
Georgie came up beside me and threw her arm around my shoulders. She was slurring her words, and her weight was on me. “I’m staying here.”
“Georgie. Get your ass over here.” Deck’s voice was harsh and a little annoyed. Okay super annoyed.
“Pooh. No fun. I’m not going with ... you.” Georgie stumbled forward right into Crisis’s chest. “Going to get f**ked by Mr. Delicious here.”
Crisis’s eyes widened then he put his arm around Georgie. I wasn’t certain if that was to keep her from falling or because he was going to screw with Deck and take Georgie to bed.
“Fuck.” Logan swore under his breath as Deck came striding toward Georgie. “Let up, Crisis.”
“Yep. Not f**king with that.” Crisis whispered something into Georgie’s ear, and her smile faded, and her lips pursed together in a drunken pout.
She must not have heard Deck’s approach, but we all saw it, and suddenly, she was being picked up and carried over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
He never said a word as he left with a dangling Georgie that was laughing and cursing at the same time.
Logan watched them leave then without even looking at me he said, “Eme. Bed. Now.”
Oh, caveman Logan. No more rock star with the sexy wink and to-die-for grin.
We said goodnight to everyone, and then as soon as we were out of sight, Logan was slamming me up against the wall and kissing me. “Fuck. I’ve wanted to kiss you all goddamn night.”
His c**k pressed into me as his hands weaved into my hair, and we devoured one another. It was wild and raw with nothing but raging need between us. I didn’t think we’d make it to the bedroom, but we stumbled up the stairs, and I had him half na**d by the time we got there and slammed the door.
Logan didn’t wait to take my dress off. He yanked it up, and then had me against the door, lifting me up. “Legs,” he demanded.
I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my ankles, and then he plunged inside me.
My head hit the wall hard with each thrust as he groaned and took me without mercy, and I wanted it.