'What the **** is this!'
Logan growled as he lifted his head up and turned to find out who had interrupted him while he was taking his pleasure from the fiery Siren underneath him.
Cold steel blue eyes met the ruthless, almost black eyes that belonged to Cal, one of his club's Masters.
Cal gaze went to the overheated redhead on the ground, then back to his friend's lethal eyes. He snorted. Clearly Logan was pissed off at being interrupted with whatever he was doing. The growl and look in Logan's eyes didn't bother him in the slightest though.
'I'm taking care of a trespasser,' Logan grumbled.
Cal raised an eyebrow and his lips curled up.
'Hey, it don't confront me none if you want to play role games with the hired help, but ...'
'Hired help?' Logan's interrupted, his brain plugging itself in again.
Dammit, what was he doing?
He looked at the girl underneath him, her eyes were still dazed, her lips red and swollen from their kiss. She looked incredibly hot! Logan shook his head to clear his brain, and fisted his hand in her red hair.
Dang, it felt good in his hand! Soft and silky. He suppressed the urge to wrap it around his wrist and take her mouth again.
He managed to control himself and his piercing blue eyes brought her back to reality.
'No more kicking and fighting, understand?' Logan's voice came out a low rumble.
Her 'Okay' a mere squeak.
Logan pushed himself up, took the girl's hand, and pulled her to her feet. He looked at Cal, paying heed to the girl from the corner of his eye, lest she'd start kicking again.
'Hired help?' he demanded.
'Yeah, the girl works for the landscaping company. They hired her to paint the trompe lβoeil on the wall.' Cal tilted his head toward the lanai. 'I let her in since you were busy.'
Logan turned around to have a look at the wall and saw the beginnings of a painted archway with a landscape in the middle.
Logan swallowed hard. He'd forced himself upon a bleeping painter. She had been willing enough, but Marie, the owner of the landscaping company he'd hired to do his gardens, was going to have his hide if she'd find out. She had very strict work ethics. So did he. Normally speaking. But this Siren had gotten under his skin, had lured him to crash his boat on the rocks, resulting in him almost getting his rocks off on her. In his boxers at that.
So much for control, Master
Logan.
'What do you want, Cal?' Logan grumbled.
'It'll keep. You deal with the hired help first.' Cal looked at the girl.
Logan turned to her. The poor thing was trembling. He must have scared the hell out of her, coming on so strong so fast. And she was probably shook up by her own equally strong reaction to him.
His eyes warmed.
'I'm so sorry, miss. I had by no means intended to ...,' he had to clear his throat.
Plunder you. Ravish you. Bleep you.
Cal's deep laughter filled the air. 'Mr Eloquent stuck for words. I'll be damned!'
As he earned himself a glare from Logan, he turned around and sauntered away, laughing still.
'I'm sorry,' Logan continued, 'That should never have happened. I'm Logan, I own this mansion.'
Ten minutes later Sellie was drinking cappuccino in the kitchen. She still felt awkward, hadn't wanted to go in his house. His home. Too intimate, after what just happened, she needed some distance. And time to sort out her feelings. Her reaction to this God had been extreme. She knew herself to be a passionate woman with a healthy appetite for sex, but the way she had reacted was ridiculous. It had felt amazing, she had never felt so overwhelmed by a man before, and had not known it would turn her on so much either. But to end up rolling on the ground with her lips glued to a man she held for a pervert, ready and willing to spread her legs for him, that was seriously concerning.
Apart from her emotional objections to entering his house, she hadn't wanted to go in with her paint stained clothes either. The place looked pretty posh and some of the paint on her clothes was fresh. She wasn't the type of painter that never spilled a drop. When she let rip artistically, she was in another realm entirely, and she didn't want to be bothered with cleaning up drips here and there. So she always covered the area she was working in with cloths, and herself by wearing old clothes.
Logan had been adamant she'd come in for something to drink though, and she'd found that, in spite of her spirited nature, she was no match for him. Whereas she could have fervid bouts of strength, he had a steadfast aura of power and self-confidence. It had taken him less than a minute to get her to come inside.
Once indoors, she had introduced herself to him and told him her full name, Seline.
His reaction had been a bit odd. He had looked surprised and mumbled, 'A moon goddess. Not a Siren.' He'd shaken his head as if to rid himself of some image, and smiled. He had taken her hand, and said, 'Nice to meet you, Seline.' He had raised her hand to his mouth, his lips brushing the back of it.
'EnchantοΏ½,' he had said softly, as his stabbing blue eyes met her green ones. Her heart had done a somersault in her chest, and he'd given her a smile that made her spine melt.
Thank god he'd pulled back a chair, breaking the spell, and invited her to take a seat.
Sellie had looked at him as casual as she could while he was making the cappuccino and frothing the milk. The way he moved around was interesting to watch. He was totally comfortable in the kitchen. It was obvious he was familiar with the layout and whereabouts of all the utensils, so he probably cooked his own meals. She had no doubt he could whip up a 6 course meal with the same ease that he was making the cappuccino with. He was in total control of everything all the time, not even a piece of equipment would dare defy his authority. He truly was Lord of the Manor. And the sheer speed and agility with which he had taken her down in the garden proved he was King of the Jungle just the same. A dangerous man. Elegant, courteous, and friendly one minute, a swift and lethal predator the next.
After he'd set the cappuccinos on the table, he excused himself for a minute. He'd gotten paint on his shirt and he quickly wanted to change into something else. She perved on his butt when he stalked out of the kitchen.
Damned fine ***! But then, everything about him looked good. And she knew that everything about him
felt good too. She'd had an up close and personal encounter to be able to vouch for that.
Golden blond hair, hypnotizing blue eyes, full lips, straight nose, and a masculine jawline. To-die-for broad shoulders and chest, she had seen blond chest hair peek through the opening of his shirt. She guestimated he was six foot four. He literally towered over her, despite her own five foot eleven. A totally new experience for her, she usually had to look down, not up. She couldn't remember ever being around a man as tall as Logan. The effect it had on her was peculiar. It made her feel utterly feminine and protected, but it also stirred weird sensations in her lower body. Maybe that hadn't so much to do with his height as it did with him. Or both. It wouldn't surprise her if women dropped at his feet wherever he went, either in adoration or simply by being overwhelmed by the King of the Jungle.
She giggled. That title suited him down to the ground.
When Logan came back into the kitchen, she gawked like a schoolgirl. He had changed into a tight, black T-shirt that hugged his shoulders and chest, the short sleeves snug around his bulging biceps and triceps. Damn, the man was built like a brick shithouse!
You know that, Sellie, you've been squirming under that brick shithouse, remember!
She sure as hell remembered.
οΏ½ Angelina H. / Crystal
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SparklingCrystal ππ
on Fri 06/26/15 02:50 AM
