She fit against him so perfectly, as if her body was made to curl into his.
So perfect, I could stay just like this. Forever.
Even as the thought registered, Natalie began pulling away. Rather than step fully away, however, she stopped before their connection could be broken.
It wasn’t the first hug they’d shared. Or even the hundredth. But thiswasthe first time she’d ever looked up at him the way she was now.
Confusion, fear, curiosity, guilt....
As Logan’s gaze remained locked with hers, he found a spectrum of emotions staring back at him. But the one thing that made his heart begin top thump and his dick standing up and taking notice…
Heat.
He wasn’t blind, nor was he stupid. Plenty of women had thrown that same type of look his way over the years. But never this woman. Never…
“Nat…” Her name feathered softly across his lips.
She blinked, the quick drop of her lashes effectively ending the spell they’d both fallen victim to. Pulling out of his gentle hold, the smile on her startled face looking suspiciously forced.
“I-I should get the lasagna before it burns.” The perfect excuse. “Do, uh…do you need help putting the top back on, or—”
“Nah, I’ve got this.” Logan schooled his own expression. “You go do whatever you need to do. I’ll be in shortly.”
“Okay.” A quick, nervous lick of her lips. “Just come into the kitchen when you’re done. It’s nice out, so I thought we could fill our plates and then go sit outside to eat. I-If that’s okay with you, of course.”
“Sure.” He nodded with a tight grin. “Sounds great to me.”
“Perfect.”
“Perfect.”
Their gazes remained locked for a few more awkward breaths before she spun on her Converse-covered heels and disappeared through the room’s open doorway.
3
What.The. Fuck?
Logan’s smile fell the second Natalie’s back was to him. It took a full ten seconds after she left the room for him to regain the ability to move.
Oh, this is bad. So, so bad.
Turning away from the doorway, he ran a hand over the scruff on his jaw on his way back to the dryer. Jesus, he’d really fucked up this time. What the hell had he been thinking, holding her close like that?
Fantasizing about Hunter’s widow was one thing. Butactingon those fantasies…
Relax, Casanova. A hug does not a blow job make.
Only the hug hadn’t been what caused his lower belly to tingle. It wasn’t a hug that had left his thoughts whirling. And it wasn’t a hug that had his dick so swollen the damn thing felt like it would burst free from his zipper any second.
It was the look.
Natalie had never looked at him that way before. Her gaze had never held even the tiniest sliver of heat or attraction when turned his way.
But just now, when she been standing there with her arms draped loosely around his waist, she’d been looking up at him as if she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her.
Or maybe she hadn’t wanted that at all. Maybe he’d imagined the look because that’s what he’dwantedto see.
“You about done in there?” The hollered question came from a place he couldn’t see.