Free Sara's Child by Susan Elle Page B

woman has; but I have to admit, I like this one.” Logan beams. She gives a yank on his arm. “No need to look so smug, it’s just a dress.” But I’m so glad you like it .
    “Don’t get all defensive,” Logan chides, bringing them both to a stop in the hallway. “You look beautiful, and I adore you.” Oh!
    Catherine can hardly catch her breath; after this morning, she thought she had ruined everything. “You do?”
    “I absolutely do,” he confirms, before pulling her into his arms to kiss her.
    She’s so thrilled, and relieved, that Catherine pours her heart and soul into the kiss and Logan responds in kind. Holding him, having him hold her, it makes her so happy. So very happy. And he tastes so damn good!
    A discreet cough at the end of the hallway has them springing apart. It is Aida, and she is trying not to smile. “Your lunch’ll be getting cold. It’s only a dressed salad but I put some hot chicken and new potatoes with it.”
    They look at each other, caught like a couple of teenagers snogging behind the bike sheds at school, and break into fits of laughter that has Catherine bent over double

Chapter Five
     
    Tall and lean, Catherine makes a lovely vision in her short pink and grey dress, Logan observes as he watches her standing on the terrace looking out at Ellie’s island. Her drastically short blonde hair, though it is starting to grow enough on top to flutter slightly in the breeze, doesn’t detract from her beauty in his eyes. He imagines she stands around five feet nine or ten, still below shoulder height to him in her bare feet, but then most women are he concedes. He walks towards her, making sure she will hear him coming so as not to startle her out of her reverie. “Penny for them?”
    Catherine’s cheeks pink prettily as she remembers her daydreams of Logan. “Not worth it,” she dismissed. “I was only thinking about work,” she lies unconvincingly. What a body!
    “Well…,” Logan chuckles, “…if thinking of work puts that colour in your cheeks I’d love to see what thinking of us does to you.” He moves in for a kiss and she puts her arms around his neck instinctively. “Mmm,” he groans, as their lips part, still holding her in the circle of his arms, “you taste as good as you look.” His eyes are warm and staring right in to hers. What do you see in me? Can you see the ugliness inside…?
    She smiles up at him, her blue eyes bright with tentative hope and a love she still has not admitted to, even to herself. “That’s all you get for now, big boy,” she murmurs, and makes to move out of his arms, but Logan is not letting her go.
    “For now…?”He repeats suggestively. “Does that mean you have plans for us for later?” His hands move down from her waist to her bottom, and pull her to him intimately.
    “Logan!” Catherine is more than a little pink, now she is mortified. “Henry…,” she splutters looking warily back at the house. Bloody hell!
    His quiet laughter does nothing to lessen her embarrassment, but he does drop his hold on her then takes her hand instead. “Let’s go for a walk,” he invites, not even attempting to hide his intentions from her.
    Her heart leaps into her throat, her breathing suddenly laboured, but she moves with him willingly. And they say dreams are just wishes the heart makes – I’ll have to daydream more often!
    Halfway towards the lake and its surrounding trees and gardens, Henry calls out to Logan. “You’ve got a visitor, son.” Fuck!
    Logan takes Catherine’s face between gentle hands. “I think I know who it is and this shouldn’t take long.” He takes the time to kiss her until her pulses race, and then breaks away reluctantly. “Remember my place, we’re just getting started,” he smiles evocatively.
    She watches his long muscular legs eat up the ground to the house and thinks his arse looked good enough to sink her teeth in to. Catherine laughs to herself, suddenly feeling all hot and bothered and