her. But his need was too great.
"Mandy."
She opened her eyes and he saw she was dazed with lust.
"Are you ready?" He was poised over her entrance, rigid with restraint. Her comment about being dizzy whispered in the back of his mind. Damn, there were times he hated having a conscience.
"I can't stop you," she whispered.
Logan repressed a groan of frustration. "Of course you can." His voice was gruff. But at least he'd managed the words.
He dropped his head and kissed her, thrusting with his tongue, feathering her breasts, trying to transmit to her his sense of urgency. All the neurons of his brain narrowed down to one focal point—arousing her until she succumbed. He used his lips, his tongue and his hands, traveling all over her body until she writhed on the bed.
The next time he caged her, her hips were reaching for him.
He teased her opening with his cock, though he had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from entering her. Her hips reached for him, and he pulled back, just a little. He had to be sure.
"Logan!" she cried. "Now!"
He slammed into her.
***
Logan slid away from Amanda on the king-sized bed. The movement was automatic, a habit of necessity. Women liked to cling, and he couldn't bear it.
In a few minutes, he would try to take her again. But for now, he needed his own space.
"Is something wrong?" Her clear voice pierced the dark silence of his bedroom.
"No." He closed his eyes, knowing he was shutting her out completely, but helpless to change his behavior. "Give me a few minutes."
She moved. He heard the whisper of her body on the sheet.
"I need to go," she said, her voice low.
He would never ask a woman to stay. But—"I want you again," he said. He almost reached out a hand.
But, no. He couldn't do it. Emotions were poisonous.
She sat up. "I can't stay."
He heard the uncertainty in her voice, and understood it. She needed reassurance. Hugs and kisses would be best, but that wasn't his style.
He turned on his side and propped himself up on an elbow. "We still haven't done slow and easy," he said.
She gave a muffled giggle. "I bet you've never done slow and easy."
He smiled, though he knew she couldn't see it in the dark. "Now that's a challenge. Just what I like."
Suddenly, his need for her was greater than his need for separateness. He reached across the gulf between them.
"Let me show you," he said.
***
When Amanda awoke in the morning, Logan was gone. She knew immediately that she was alone in his king-sized bed. A bed that was too big for one person. A fact she knew well because, although she'd slept and dozed in between the bouts of heated sex, she was always alone unless they were touching for sex.
He'd never cuddled her. Not once. Now, although her body felt immensely sated, and her memories were x-rated, her heart was battered.
She'd learned one thing after a night of hot sex with Logan Winter. It didn't take money to make one feel like a whore.
Rather, it was being used for sex and then denied any emotional closeness that made one feel like a blow-up doll. He had proved beyond a doubt that he knew everything there was to know about sexual pleasure, much like a sex worker might, but he was a cold man.
She pulled up the sheet, and just that movement of silky-smooth cotton over her skin brought back the memory of his hands and mouth and other parts playing with her body, arousing her to the point where she didn't care about anything other than what he was doing to her.
The truth was that she hadn't known herself. She hadn't known that the self-discipline on which she'd prided herself was merely a lack of temptation. As soon as a man came along who pushed all the right buttons for her, she'd succumbed faster than a teenaged girl on prom night. Yes, she'd been a little bit drunk. But that hadn't been the cause of her downfall. No, she had to face the truth.
Logan had seduced her in the good, old-fashioned way – by giving her a pleasure in her body that she couldn't resist.
Since she didn't seem to have any self-discipline where he was concerned, she had to be sure that she wasn't alone with him in private again. Anywhere.
She couldn't eliminate his appeal. She had to eliminate his opportunity.
Which meant, it was time to leave. She swung her legs out of