Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,47

tell me you’ve forgotten kissing me already?”

Kelsey’s eyes were impossibly wide now. Her mouth hung open. He’d caught her completely by surprise.

The kiss had taken him unaware. While he’d thought there were moments between them where the sparks weren’t just on his side, it wasn’t until she’d grabbed him and kissed him that the pieces had clicked together. Their conflicts were the product sexual frustration.

He wasn’t the only one feeling all those sparks. She did, too.

Logan pushed to his feet.

Kelsey remained frozen in the doorway.

He’d thought a lot last night about her and how they interacted. They clashed. He wasn’t sure why, exactly, but he wanted to get past that. To figure out if there could be more than just the one kiss.

Logan crossed the room.

For once, Kelsey was at a loss for words. He wasn’t used to her being this quiet.

Was she afraid of him?

No.

He quickly discarded that idea. Nothing scared her.

“You know, I don’t think you’re half as prickly as you pretend to be.” He reached up and gripped the door frame just above her head and leaned toward her.

Kelsey took a step back into the bathroom.

He didn’t want her to run from him. He didn’t want that much space between them.

One step would be acceptable, wouldn’t it?

He followed her into the long, narrow bathroom.

Kelsey gripped the vanity as if she needed it to keep her upright. Logan placed his hand next to hers, leaning down so he could lose himself in her eyes. The irises were blown out, mixing with the deep browns. Her lashes were impossibly thick. He’d never noticed that before. Then again, it wasn’t like they were usually this close.

Logan smiled in an effort to soften the carnal desire rising up within him. This close, she had to see it reflected back at her. “I’m not used to you being at a loss for words.”

That seemed to snap her out of whatever trance she’d been in. She shook her head and frowned at him. “I’m not at a loss for words, I’m thinking about where to start.”

He chuckled. “Thinking about what you say? Why start now?”

Now her gaze narrowed, and he saw some of that fire back in her eyes that was all her. Only now he knew that fire wasn’t as dangerous as he’d always thought it was. “I don’t just say every stray thought that pops into my head.”

“No. No, you don’t,” he whispered.

She leaned back against the vanity. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The urge to touch her was overriding his better sense. Instead, he gripped the vanity tighter with his left hand.

“I pay attention to you. At first I thought it was one-sided—”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She glanced toward her bedroom door.

Did she want to go? Run from him?

He wouldn’t stop her. When, and if, they took this attraction beyond a kiss, it would be because Kelsey wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“You’re many things, but you aren’t a liar,” he whispered.

“I’m not...” Her mouth opened and closed, yet she couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.

“You’re not...?” he asked.

She glanced past him to the wall, then seemed to settle on a point on his shoulder.

Why was this exchange difficult for her?

Logan had never mixed business and pleasure, so this was new territory for him. Yet something was holding her back. Was it him? Some past wound? Why would she never talk to him? Was it because he’d gone about talking to her the wrong way? Had he done something?

He licked his lips and grabbed a stray thought. “I like your unrestrained feedback. I never have to wonder what you’re thinking. You share it. Even when you know, I won’t agree. You don’t hold back. At least, not normally. This isn’t like you.”

“What do you know?” Her words were desperate and not the biting response she intended them to be.

“I know I’ve tried to keep my distance for months. I’ve tried ignoring you. I’ve tried forcing us to get along. I know I keep thinking about that moment you kissed me when I should be thinking about other things.”

“Logan.”

“What?” He stared into her eyes, willing her to say what he wanted to hear.

Instead they stood there like that, her braced against the vanity, him leaning toward her.

He needed her to make a move, to tell him she wanted more. Without it, he couldn’t bring himself to touch her or take another step.

“Do you want me to go back to my room and you to yours? Pretend this