Wrapped in only a towel, I walk to my room.
“Woman, you cannot walk around like that and expect me to just sit on my hands,” Logan growls.
“I’m not doing it intentionally,” I apologize. “All my clothes are in the cupboard.”
It's like Logan is not even hearing my words. His eyes are locked on me as he strides over. Before I even can comprehend what he is planning, the towel is on the floor.
“Logan,” I protest as a fire-red blush creeps up my cheeks. Instantly I try to cover my nakedness, but he grabs my writs.
“Let me just hold you for a second,” his voice is so husky with the desire that I hardly recognize it. I do not want to lead him on and should say no, but an embrace from him would be manna for my soul. And besides that, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm not turned on by the
