Free One Night With You by Shiloh Walker

herself a little apart. With David, it had been easy. Any of the other guys she’d dated—holding herself apart had been easy.
    It wouldn’t be with Logan.
    She was in love with Logan. She didn’t like it—hell, the thought of it flat out terrified her. She suddenly had that insane urge to take off running again. Running far, far away and this time, maybe she’d stay away more than four years. A decade might work.
    Marrying somebody else wasn’t going to fill the void in her heart.
    But letting herself believe in a happily ever after with Logan didn’t seem like much of an option, either.
    She felt it when he woke up. His sigh drifted across her shoulder, warm and soft, and he stretched a little. Bo could feel the length of his cock against her bottom. The rigid length throbbed. Involuntarily, she pushed back against him.
    His chest vibrated against her back as he rumbled, “Morning.” His hand stroked up her side to cup her breast and Bo closed her eyes against the wave of want that washed through her.
    Logan, seemingly oblivious to her inner turmoil, lifted up on his elbow so he could nuzzle her neck. Tears stung her eyes and Bo closed them so he wouldn’t see. “Playtime’s over, Logan. Let me up.”
    He stilled. That tense, eerie stillness of his that she always hated. Slowly, he lifted his head so he could look down at her. Bo could feel the weight of his stare and she opened her eyes, only to wish she hadn’t. That hard, intent gaze focused on her face and Bo had to fight the urge not to squirm away. He made her feel like he could see right through her. “You haven’t given me your answer,” he said. His voice was silky soft but no less intimidating for it.
    But she wasn’t going to let him push her around. Logan was a bully. She loved him but he was a bully and always had been. Carefully, she reached up and closed her hand around his wrist, tugging on it until he stopped caressing her. “I don’t owe you any answers, Logan. I never have.”
    His lids drooped over his eyes, shielding them. A tiny, humorless little smile quirked at his lips and he murmured, “You so sure about that? Not even for what happened four years ago?”
    Bo blushed hotly as blood rushed to her face. But she wasn’t going to get into this with him. She wasn’t going to bare her soul, not with Logan. “What about what happened four years ago, Logan? We had sex. That’s all.”
    His hand came up, curving over her neck. Bo swallowed and she felt the light pressure of his hand against her throat. His eyes blazed and his face no longer looked so expressionless. But the rage she saw there was just as unsettling as the complete lack of emotion. “Just sex,” he murmured, stroking his thumb up and down her skin. “That’s all.”
    He nudged her thighs apart with his knee. He pressed up against her and Bo clenched her jaw to keep from moaning out loud. “And last night? Just sex?” He pressed his lips to her throat, his tongue stroking the skin just above her pulse. “You want me to believe this was just sex too?”
    “What else could it be?” she demanded raggedly.
    He rocked against her, cuddling close so that the head of his cock caressed her clit. He didn’t answer her. Instead, he said, “I want that answer, Bo. You want to leave here, you answer my question. Do you really love him? Can he make you feel like I do?”
    Furious and hurting, Bo shoved at his shoulders. She bucked against him, trying like hell to get away from him. “What is this? Some sick game of one-upmanship? I know you’re competitive, Logan, but this is ridiculous.”
    “Competing?” His mouth came crushing down on hers and he pinned her thrashing body to the mattress. His hands came up and caught her wrists, manacling them to the bed. He used his hips to pin her lower body in place as he kissed her. Deep, hard and rough—there was nothing of the tender lover he’d shown her in the middle of the night. Nothing. Once more, that strange,