Logan walked out of the living room with all his confidence in shambles. He would have thrown all caution to the air and f****d her there on the loveseat if he hadn't bolted from the room. Goddess, where did all his strong resolve go?
His feelings for her were stronger than he had imagined, he realized. Staring into her eyes had proven that to him. Now all he was left with was more frustration and a painful b***r.
He found his thoughts wandering dangerously toward her again and groaned with frustration. She was so small, so frail, and yet so stubborn. How could one person be so tiny yet affect him like a wrecking ball? She barely reached up to his shoulders in height, and the white slip dress she'd worn had made her look more like a waif than anything else.
She had looked into his ey
