more than it should, because it was nothing new. No matter how many times they had sex – she couldn't call it making love – he would always move away from her in the aftermath.
There was no post-coital glow with Logan.
With a sudden blur of motion, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Better to be the one who left. Too late, she realized she was naked, and he was watching. He might not want to touch her after sex, but he didn't mind having his gaze all over her.
She scurried over to the closet to look for something to throw on. The drawer where she'd placed her nightwear was ajar, but she knew what she'd find there. Rosie, in some kind of freakish attempt to play matchmaker, had packed only the nightgowns they'd purchased at L'Agent Provocateur. Amanda wasn't in the mood to issue that kind of invitation.
But she didn't have anything else to wear. With a sigh, she pulled out the least objectionable piece – a peach negligee that at least fell to her mid-thigh and didn't have provocative cutouts. It was semi-transparent, but the room was dark, and she'd be sure to stay on her side of the bed.
She pulled it over her head and sauntered casually back to bed. Unfortunately, she could feel his gaze on her for the entire trip.
"I like your lingerie." His deep voice caressed her.
"Good thing," she said airily. "You paid for it."
Even in the dim room, his white teeth flashed when he grinned. "I'm happy to see my money spent so wisely," he said.
"Rosie packed my suitcase. I guess this was her attempt to be funny." Amanda was determined to be light and cool, to match his distance with her own reserve.
"I'll have to give her a raise." Logan turned and propped himself on one elbow as Amanda climbed into bed, being careful to stick to the edge of the mattress.
"You should give her one anyway," she said. But she was thinking of Rosie's words about the lingerie making her feel sexy. There was something very sensuous about fine silk brushing over her naked skin. Or maybe it was the heated look in Logan's eyes that was making her body soften, and yearn, and demand that she move close enough to rub up against his hard frame.
She resisted.
His gaze fastened onto her breasts, and she was helpless to stop her response. Her nipples poked through the thin peach silk.
Logan patted the bed. "What are you doing way over there?"
"You don't have another bed." She deliberately pretended to misunderstand him. "Mrs. MacDonald said it was okay for me to sleep here."
"Don't play games, Mandy."
"Do you mean to tell me that since I've succumbed to you once—?"
"Or twice," he interrupted, smiling. "Not that I'm counting."
"Excuse me!" She tried to be icy, but she could feel her nipples were still betraying her. "If I may finish a sentence, I hope you don't mean to say that I can never refuse you again."
He shook his head. "I'm just asking that you be honest about your—ah, interest." He reached across the cold bed and drew his forefinger along the top of the nightgown. Her body erupted in goose bumps. She wanted his rough, warm touch to move inside the top of the nightgown and play with her breasts like he had earlier.
He ventured under the silk, and she had to catch her breath.
"Sorry." She faked a quick yawn, hoping it might hide her pounding heart. "Time for Cinderella to turn back into a pumpkin."
"Wasn't it the coach that turned back into a pumpkin?"
"You know girly fairy tales?"
"I used to read them to my—" He halted, abruptly, his eyes darkening.
Amanda held her breath. "Your what, Logan?"
"Never mind." He reached behind himself, pressed something, and a soft light was diffused from beneath the top of the brushed nickel headboard. When he turned back to Amanda, he was much closer than he had been. His shoulders gleamed with sculpted muscle, and she felt small lying flat on her back while all that hard masculinity loomed over her.
"We have much better things to do than revisit the past," he said. He hooked a finger in the center of her heart-shaped gown. Before she could imagine what he might do, he tore the gown right down the middle. By the time Amanda gasped, the sides had been laid open and she was naked before him once more, framed in silk, feeling like a pagan offering.