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mother; or do I have to find some other way of meeting her?'
'Why can't you just accept that it's over?' Logan demanded. 'And be grateful
that it is!'
'Will you?' she persisted stubbornly, totally ignoring his words.
He stood up abruptly. 'No, I will not!' he roared. 'Why can't you just leave
the situation alone? My mother will carry on acting, your father will get
over his disappointment, and you—'
7 won't rest until I've talked to your mother!' Her eyes flashed up at him.
Logan stared down at her frustratedly for several long seconds. She really
was the most stubborn—
As stubborn as he was himself...?
Probably, he acknowledged ruefully, his anger starting to fade. If Darcy
really was serious about meeting his mother—and it appeared she definitely
was!—then wouldn't it be better if he were present when the two met?
Most definitely!
'Okay,' he conceded frustratedly. 'I'll speak to my mother some time
tomorrow and see if she's willing to meet you. Will that satisfy you?' It was
as far as he was willing to go, so it had better suit her!
Darcy's answer to that was to smile.
At which point Logan felt that sledgehammer hitting his chest, again totally
taking his breath away!
'Thank you, Logan,' Darcy said with warm gratitude before standing up.
'Can I get you some more coffee?' she offered politely.
'Coffee...?' he echoed in what sounded like a strangulated voice.
She turned from filling the kettle, brows arched. 'Unless you have to leave
now?'
Normally she was very tired when she returned from working in the
restaurant, but tonight she was too hyped after the evening's activities to be
able to go straight to bed, and would need a couple of cups of coffee and a
short read before feeling she would be able to sleep. But obviously Logan
hadn't had the same stimulus.
He did look rather grim, however. No doubt because of her determination to
meet his mother. But she couldn't help that, felt it was something she needed
to do.
Although, in the last few minutes, she had had to do some revising of her
earlier opinions concerning Logan's relationship with his mother. She had
assumed Logan didn't want her father to marry his mother because he wasn't
good enough for her. Logan's comments since arriving back here implied
something else completely; he didn't like his mother. Which to Darcy was
awful. How could he not like his own mother? And if Logan didn't like her,
what chance did she have of doing so...?
'Logan?' she prompted worriedly as he still made no effort to answer her.
Just stared at her with those dark blue eyes...
He stepped forward, standing only inches away from her now. 'What the
hell is it about you?' he muttered angrily.
Darcy gave him a startled look. 'What?'
Logan shook his head self-disgustedly. 'Every time you smile I want to kiss
you.'
Her eyes widened even more, and she was too stunned by the admission to
step back as he pulled her effortlessly into his arms, anything she might
have wanted to say dying in her throat as Logan's mouth claimed hers.
He might feel an urge to kiss her every time she smiled, but every time he
did she melted! Her legs became likejelly, the soft contours of her" body
melded into his much harder ones, her lips parting invitingly as the kiss
deepened.
Her hands moved up to grasp the width of his shoulders. Not that she was in
danger of falling; Logan was holding her much too tightly against him for
that to happen. She just liked the feel of Logan, the hard strength of his
body, the caress of his hands against her.
Hands that moved restlessly across her back, and lower spine, before
searching out the soft pertness of her breasts, Darcy gasping low in her
throat as he sought and found the hardened tips, the caress of his thumbs
sending pleasure coursing through her whole body.
Logan broke the kiss, his lips against her throat now, tongue seeking the
hollows at its base as he moved aside the material of her blouse, his breath
warm against her breasts.
Darcy was burning, yearning, wanted—she wanted this never to stop!
Logan's lips and tongue touched the creamy softness of her breasts, his
hands trembling slightly as they moved to unbutton the front of her blouse,
peeling the garment aside once he had done so, the clasp of her bra easily
dispensed with too.
There was a slight flush in Logan's cheeks as he looked down at her
nakedness. 'You are so beautiful!' he groaned achingly, his hands cupping
her breasts as his lips moved down to kiss each rosy tip, his tongue moving
moistly against the aching hardness.
Darcy felt weak with desire, her body hot and feverish, trembling so badly
now she could barely stand up. She wanted this man. Wanted him naked
against her, wanted to feel the hard planes of his body, to caress him as he
