Logan’s mouth fell wide open, and he hastened to avert his eyes. Staring at the ceiling, at the floor. Anywhere that wasn’t this woman and her impossibly large breasts!
“No, I...uh...sorry, I didn’t—”
“What’s the matter, baby?” she purred, somehow making him blush even when he was staring determinedly at the cupboards. “I gave you our secret signal.”
It was perhaps the only thing she could have said to make him turn around. He stared at her incredulously, refusing to look anywhere beneath the chin. “Our secret signal?”
“I asked you to help me bring in the groceries.” Her eyes locked onto his, as she slowly opened her legs. “And now I’m going to ask you to do something else...”
Turns out, Logan went running twice that day.
“Dylan—what are you doing?” The woman took off after him, not bothering to gather up her clothes as she bolted through the living room and threw her naked body against the door. “Or is this something new?” Her eyes danced with sudden mischief. “Are you playing hard to get?”
He stared at her in disbelief, backing slowly away from the door.
“What?! No, I’m not—”
“Because you know me.” She stalked forward just as slowly, running her hands up and down her silky skin. “I’m always up for a challenge.”
Logan tripped backwards over one of her shoes, taking his eyes off her for one second, only to find himself in some sort of sexual chokehold the next. “Lady—no!” he gasped, trying to unwind her arms as they laced around his neck. “I’m not playing hard—” He cut off as she pressed her lips to the base of his jaw. “Hard to get—” Another kiss. “Nothing’s hard, okay?!”
She giggled mischievously as he ran out of floor and backed into the far corner. A place with no escape. The pictures tilted precariously on the wall behind him, as she ran her fingers slowly up his chest. “Well I can help you with that too, baby.” Keeping eye contact the entire time, she sank slowly down to her knees. “Just lean back and relax—”
“HEY!”
He tumbled over her, gripping onto the walls for balance and trying to touch as little of her skin as possible. It wasn’t easy. Considering he was in a corner. Considering she was literally kneeling down in front of him. As he tried to pivot around, a lock of her hair got caught in the zipper of his pants (which she’d been trying to pull down) and the escape came to an abrupt halt.
“Wait, wait, wait!” she cried, stumbling after him. “My hair!”
Chapter 12
He glanced down in dismay, then let out an actual groan when he saw the problem. Just what his day needed. After tricking a man into buying a boat, he was going to get caught—pants around his ankles—by this crazy woman’s husband. With his luck, he was even bigger than Sam.
“Just hold still,” he commanded, in what he hoped was a rational-sounding voice. “I can get it if you just stop moving—”
For once, she did as she was told. Freezing perfectly still, with her lips just inches away from his crouch, as he worked as quickly as he could at unwinding her long hair. It wasn’t the simplest task. And it didn’t help that the entire time he was trying, she was batting her long lashes—running her tongue along the edge of her lips. After a few minutes of working, it soon became clear what Logan was going to have to do. And he really, really didn’t want to do it.
“I have to just pull the zipper down,” he said cautiously, making the huge mistake of glancing down into her eyes. “But I’m serious—I’m not trying to play hard to get. I know that we...we have a secret signal and everything. But that’s not happening today, alright? I’m sorry.”
He said each word very carefully—willing her to understand, while suddenly hoping that she wouldn’t be offended at the same time. It was clear that she and Dylan had some kind of arrangement. He didn’t want to make her feel like a monster for simply playing their game.
She kept a strict poker face. It was impossible to know what she was thinking. But when he placed his hand on the zipper, she nodded with a little grin and watched shamelessly as he pulled the thing down.
A burning flush swept over him, as she stared from just inches away. It hitched his breath as she reached out a manicured hand. It stopped his heart when she leaned in closer.
Then she unlooped her hair, and pulled away with a smile.
“Some other time then?”
He blinked in surprise, completely thrown by her sudden change in demeanor. The clothes went back on, she lifted to her feet, and by the time he registered the question, she was already back in the kitchen—cleaning up the bottle he’d dropped by mistake.
“Uh...yeah. Another time.”
All at once, he felt embarrassed. Incredibly embarrassed. And incredibly guilty to have rejected this woman by not understanding the rules of her secret game.
“Here,” he knelt down beside her, still hyper aware of the way her breasts were leaning casually against his arm, “let me help you clean that—”
“No sugar—you’ve actually got to go.” She cocked her head towards the back door with a smile. “I think Mitch just got home on his lunch break.”