Logan’s strong arm encircled her waist, preventing her from falling. Sharlie caught her breath as her body pressed against him. She raised her eyes to his.

The anger in his eyes turned to awareness. His breath hitched. The temperature in the tiny room rose.

Logan’s gaze roamed every inch of her face, finally coming to rest on her lips.

Her pulse quickened, the beat thundering in her ears. They were so close she could feel the cadence of his heart. She sucked in a gasp of air.

His gaze met hers again. “I’ve tried to stop thinking about you like this. But I can’t.”

Sharlie licked dry lips, then cursed inwardly when the action drew his attention there once more. His head lowered.

“Don’t,” she managed.

“Don’t what?” Logan’s warm breath caressed her cheek.

“Don’t kiss me.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to.” Even to her own ears the protest sounded weak.

“Liar,” Logan taunted.

“Please,” she tried one last time, shaking her head in a vain attempt to deny the feelings coursing through her.

Logan cupped the back of her head, stilling the motion. “I have to.” His words melted into a kiss as their lips met.

The gentle insistence of his mouth coaxed a response from her. Her lips parted, allowing the kiss to deepen. Their breath mingled. The moist heat made her knees buckle.

“Don’t you remember?” Logan’s husky voice whispered, as his lips left hers to trail down the column of her throat. “Remember how good it was,” he murmured before his mouth captured hers once again.