Logan by Melissa Schroeder Page B

what men felt like when she sang? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Knowing she could do this to men with just the sound of her voice made everything somehow worse. He finally got her to her room. She almost tripped over the threshold, and he had to catch her again.  
    He righted her and she turned to face him. She was smiling at him, those dark brown eyes sparkling up at him, and again he felt that power, the sexual lure she held over him. But there was something else, something that called to him, pulled at him, made him think he would never be able to let her go.  
    “Thank you for the escort, your highness”  
    He would normally correct her, but he liked her teasing. “You’re welcome, wench.”  
    They stood there for a few long silent seconds. Her smile slowly faded.  
    “Oh, to hell with it,” she said. Before he could translate what she meant, she jumped into his arms and kissed him.  
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Logan didn’t respond at first. He couldn’t. He was too stunned by Meg’s actions. She pulled back for a moment. She didn’t open her eyes really, and she barely spoke above a whisper when she said, “Give me a little sugar, Logan.”  
    Her Southern accent had deepened, and it danced over his hormones. There was something about that slow, soft tone that brought him out of his frozen state.  
    She didn’t wait for him to respond to her request. Instead, she took his face in her hands and slammed her mouth against his again. She slid against him, her full, unbound breasts pressing hard against his chest, as she dove inside his mouth. Now he did respond. He slanted his mouth, as he slipped his hands down to her ass and pulled her tight against him. His cock hardened, his body heated, and he felt himself slipping under the spell she wove. She moaned. God, he loved when she did that. He was losing himself, ready to back her up against any flat surface and shag her. Drunk or not.  
    That thought gave him enough of a scare to pause. He realized he was definitely taking advantage of the situation, and needed to stop it before it got out of hand  
    He wrenched his mouth away and gulped in huge breaths. She moved closer, if that was possible, and tried to kiss him again.  
    Logan grabbed her hands. “No.”  
    She opened her eyes, but just barely. The pout she gave him was perfect.  
    “What do you mean no?”  
    “Tisn’t right. You’re pissed.”  
    For a second, a look of confusion marred her expression. “Pissed?”  
    Then he remembered she was American. Yes, she had spent a long time abroad, but deep down, she was an American witch.  
    “Drunk. Very, very drunk.”  
    She smiled. “Yes, I am. But not that much.”  
    “Really, because it looked like the two of you went through five bottles.”  
    She shrugged. “Doesn't affect us like it affects you and your kind. Besides, don’t men like taking advantage of drunken women?”  
    “Not honorable men.” And for the first time in his very long life, Logan regretted being one. He wished he could ignore the rules his parents had taught him years earlier.  
    She slipped her arms around his waist, then slid her hands down to his ass. “Come on, Logan, be a little bad with me. Just this once.”  
    There was a small part of him that told him to say no. But, a bigger part, the one screaming in his ears and controlling his hormones, was in charge. When he looked down at her, he realized she might have been right about the alcohol. Her eyes were clear, and she had a determined look about her.  
    “You promise me you won’t regret this?”  
    “Promise.”  
    She had barely finished the word when he cupped her face in his hands and bent down to kiss her. He didn’t waste any time. He backed her over to the huge canopied bed. They reached it and he tumbled them over. It was the only reprieve he was going to grant her. He settled on top of her and started to kiss her again. She didn’t hesitate. Her