Excerpt from Crashing Together
“Are those napkins folded into the shape of the Sydney Opera House?”
Logan chuckled at the sound of surprise in Kat’s voice behind him. “I’m good with my hands.” He shot her a cocky look over his shoulder and then did a double take.
Kat had transformed from tiger to sex kitten. She tipped her head to the side and ran a hand through her long dark hair. It was framing her face in an I-just-got-laid kind of style. Her lips looked wet and full, like they would if they’d been pashing for the last hour rather than talking about work. The black top hugged her slender frame tightly and spilled her firm breasts over the top into a tempting display.
“What a coincidence,” she said, walking to stand directly in front of him. “I am too,” she purred, tip-toeing her fingers up his chest.
“Good to know,” Logan said, his voice thick. He gulped to clear his throat, stared at her hand on his chest, and tried not to look down her top. He failed miserably.
His body tightened and blood rushed south. What was she up to? He thought she would be the one to make sure their relationship never advanced. How was he supposed to keep his hands off her if she kept putting hers on him?
“Let’s eat before the fish gets cold.” He moved into the kitchen and gratefully used the island as a barrier between them. Eyes down, he fumbled through plating the fish.
“Are you okay?”
“Me? Yip. I’m ace.” He cringed at the unusual rush to his words and kept his eyes averted while he walked past her, set the plates on the table, and took a seat in one of the far chairs. “Smells great. I’m starving.” He could feel her staring at him. Tension hummed through him.
Damn. He hated tension.
“You forgot the salsa.” Kat retrieved the glass bowl from the kitchen and sauntered toward him. She stopped next to him, her sweet scent intoxicating him. Holding the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, she leaned over his right shoulder. Her breasts inches from his face, she tipped her head to look back at him, causing her hair to fall like a curtain, wrapping them in an intimate cocoon. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. “I like it on top,” she murmured, paused a beat, and then poured a spoonful of salsa over the fish.
Logan jumped up, bolted to the opposite side of the table, and shoved a hand through his hair. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” he snapped.
Her blue eyes flashed with irritation. “If I have to explain it, then I must be doing it wrong.”
He blew out a breath. “That depends. If you’re trying to drive me out of my mind, then you’re doing just fine.”
“I’m not trying to drive you out of your mind. I’m trying to drive you into my bed. I want to have a no-strings, enjoy-the-moment fling. And you, Logan McCabe, are perfect fling material.” She scanned his body and crossed her arms over her chest, effectively boosting her breasts even higher and further out of her top.
“Damn it, Kat. Can you please stop that?” He ground his teeth and turned his head to look blindly out the large window.
“What? Trying to seduce you?”
“No. Yes.” His voice boomed. “Just stop all of it. I can’t sleep with you.”
“Why not?” she demanded.
“Because I promised your father I wouldn’t touch you.” Belated warning bells sounded in Logan’s head as he watched Kat’s face register simultaneous shock, outrage, and fury.
“You did what?” she roared.
Logan lifted his hands in a palms-out gesture. “Calm down. It’s not a big deal. He’s worried about you, that’s all. Besides, even if I hadn’t promised your dad, Pax would kill me if I ever touched you.”
Kat eyed him for a long, hard ten seconds. An instant later, she sighed and all the tension slipped from her body. “Phew. That’s a relief. I thought you were going to tell me you aren’t attracted to me.”
“What?” Logan asked, eyes wide and incredulous. “Are you crazy? You’re gorgeous, smart, funny, tough as nails, and sexy as hell.” He blew out a breath and shook his head. “I couldn’t be more attracted to you.”
“You keep that up and you’re going to make me blush,” she said with a chuckle. “Are you sure you’re not afraid that you could become too attached to me if we had a fling? I’d hate to break your heart.” She shot him a cheeky smile.
The tension eased from his body. Kat wasn’t pissed at him after all, just relieved to know his reasons for not sleeping with her had everything to do with her dad and Pax and nothing to do with her.
“No worries, darl. My heart doesn’t do broken. Which means in most cases, you’re right, I am perfect fling material.”
“So my dad and brother are the only reason you don’t want to have a hot, steamy affair while you’re in Silver Bay?”
“Absolutely.” He nodded, thrilled she was taking this so well.
“Thanks for being honest, Logan. That’s really helpful to know.” She sat down at the table and gestured for him to do the same. “We should eat before the food gets any colder.”
Exhaling a sigh of relief, he took his seat again, grabbed a piece of bread from the basket on the table, and slathered on some butter. “Thanks heaps for making dinner. Living with someone who can cook is a major bonus. I have a good feeling about the next few months,” he said and popped the piece of bread into his mouth.
“I’m confident a lot of things are going to feel really, really good during the next few months.” Kat locked her smoldering gaze on him as she gently swirled the wine in her glass.
The warning bells fired back up in his head. “But, your father—”
“I’m a grown woman, Logan,” Kat interrupted. “I have no intention of letting the unrealistic and chauvinistic wishes of my father or brother eff up my sex life.” Her determined gaze burned into him “You just admitted those two idiots are the only reason we’re not having hot, crazy sex right now. That’s a total crap reason to forgo the fling we both want to have.” She leaned forward and arched her back, drawing his wayward gaze back to her cleavage. “I’ll do what it takes to convince you I’m right.”