Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Following long moments of staring after Miss Edward's luscious retreating form, Logan walked to his study where he collapsed into a chair by the fireplace.
He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned.
It was her. The beautiful woman who'd invaded his dreams and heated his blood with scorching desire was real, touchable, and delectable.
He cursed. Beautiful women couldn't be trusted. He’d already dealt with her duplicity. No, that wasn't entirely the case. She hadn't lied, but she neglected to tell the truth upfront. In his opinion, withholding the truth was just as damaging as telling a lie.
Lost in the flutter and flow of the flames in the hearth, he winced as long dead memories clawed to the surface of his mind, scratching and digging through years and layers of denial until their fingertips were bloody.
No matter how deeply buried, they surfaced, sucking in great gulps of air only to release their precious first breaths in ear-shattering screams.
Anger was the first emotion to demolish the barrier between his past and his heart—with sorrow biting ravenously at its heels.
He welcomed anger, it was a healthy and defensible emotion, one that would serve to keep weaker, more destructive emotions at bay.
He wished the sorrow would stay entombed, forever moldering and rotting, turned to mulch in a forest long forgotten.
Alas, the sorrow was eager to devour him, eating at the meaty valves of his heart, and enjoying every nibble. Wrenching his mind from the memories, he drew warm air into his lungs, and willed his pulse to slow, his mind to calm, and his memories to turn more present, pleasurable things.
God, Haven was seductive and dangerous in her power over him.
Her lips were full, sweet, and addicting.
One taste and he was ready to ignore all social and moral laws, and pin her against the wall, bunch her dress around her waist, put his tongue on her nipples, and his hard cock in her pussy.
Her kiss alone incited much passion. What would have happened if he had gazed upon her bare full breasts, or touched the warmth of her sex?
He would have been lost, and he might not have cared.
Exhausted, physically and mentally, from the emotional tide he’d ridden, he was more than ready to retire for the evening. Despite his fatigue, he knew restful sleep would elude him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and longed for peace. Maybe the dream wouldn't come. Maybe the woman in the dream wouldn't entice him beyond all reason, and maybe he wouldn't wake with a raging cock and sweat-soaked bedclothes.
He made his way to the hallway leading to his large, empty room, trying to forget that it was only five doors down from Haven, her hot mouth, and mindless bliss.
She was an enigma. Nothing about her made sense, and dear God he needed it to, though he did love a good puzzle.
He stopped short of smiling.
Not this puzzle. She was a beautiful woman; she couldn't be trusted. Even with that knowledge weighing on his mind, it took everything in him to pass her door without stopping. If he did, nothing on earth would keep him from finishing what he'd begun in the parlor.