Chapter Seven
Logan’s appearance in the bedroom was accompanied by even more pent up frustration and anger than he exhibited downstairs and he paced the room, trying to regain control. “Bloody woman!” he snapped.
“Don’t think about Leslie, think about me,” Hana sulked, enticing him into bed. “I fancy more of what I had downstairs, please.” She smirked as Logan shed his clothes and pushed his muscular body onto the sheets next to her. Hana ran her cold hands over his torso making him shiver and slipped on top of him. “I love you, Logan Du Rose,” she whispered, running her tongue lightly across the underside of his top lip.
Logan’s hands strayed under Hana’s tee shirt and his fingers wound their way between her panties and the soft skin of her bum. He moaned and opened his mouth to her ea
