Conviction (Club Destiny #1)(36)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Even angry she was sexy as hell. Even more so in her pink boxer shorts and her tight black tank top that hugged every luscious curve. But, although the outside was hot, he noticed something was different about her. Colder.

“What are you sorry for? You don’t owe me anything.”

Her voice echoed from the kitchen, separated from the living room by a single wall. He knew she was attempting to drown out the rage with alcohol. He also knew that it wasn’t going to work.

“I owe you an apology. What happened at the gym was inappropriate. I shouldn’t have been talking to Brittany.”

“Brittany? She even has a Barbie doll name.” Sam muttered as she poured vodka into a glass.

She wasn’t looking at him.

“I am sorry, Sam.” Logan repeated, hoping she’d at least listen.

Coming up behind her, she was trapped between him and the counter, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, she took a swig of her drink, set the glass down gently on the counter and then turned on him.

Before she had a chance to unleash that pent up anger, he put his hand on the back of her neck and moved closer until their bodies touched. She swayed in his arms, and he fought the urge to kiss her again.

Hell, he wanted to take her right there on the kitchen counter, but he knew she had trust issues. The last thing she needed was him making this all about sex. He wanted her like he wanted his next breath, but they had to resolve the issues between them first.

He didn’t deserve her, and she was the first woman just to walk away from him. When he’d come out of the shower to find his house empty, he’d been livid. So mad he’d gone to the gym and indulged in a little harmless flirting with the first woman who gave him the time of day.

Sam didn’t hold him accountable for his actions, but she should. Or, maybe she was holding him accountable by walking away. He was certainly used to women chasing him, not the other way around.

“Logan, I don’t think I’m the kind of woman you’re used to.”

Some of her anger abated, but now Logan could see the hurt in her eyes. The bright green was brighter from unshed tears. They were only millimeters apart, close enough he could feel the warmth of her skin through his clothes. He still held his hand on the back of her neck, gently holding her closer, keeping her head tipped slightly so he could look into her eyes.

“I’ve figured that out.” He responded, noticing the surprised look on her face. “Not that I should have had to. My actions are inexcusable, but let me tell you why I did what I did.”

Honesty time. It’s best to lay it all out there and pray that… What? What did he want from her?

“I’m scared of you, Sam. There’s something about you that’s more than I ever expected.”

Sam let out a short burst of laughter and Logan suddenly felt vulnerable. Was she seriously laughing at him? Then her expression turned to one of utter disbelief and Logan knew she didn’t believe him.

“You? Logan McCoy? Scared? I find that hard to believe.” Her voice was low once more, a mere whisper in the silence of her kitchen. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator and the rumble of the air conditioner.

This might backfire in his face, but Logan felt the need to explain himself. He couldn’t let one irresponsible action ruin what they were working to build. What he hoped they were building.

“I’ve always needed backup. I needed that other girl to fall back on in case I was left wanting. I don’t want to be left wanting anyone, but that is a real threat with you. I want you, Sam. I got scared, and it doesn’t make it ok, but it is the God’s honest truth.”

This time she didn’t laugh, but he didn’t feel any less exposed. Everything he said was true. He might play the part of a confident, well-adjusted President of a multimillion dollar company, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have his own secrets.

“Logan, I don’t know if you and I are in the right place in our lives for this, whatever this is, to work.” She used her hands to twirl around her head, as if encompassing whatever it was they were going through.

“Maybe you’re right, but we won’t know unless we try.” Logan tilted his head closer to hers, his eyes caressing her lips, slowly moving back to capture her gaze. “I can assure you I won’t be an ass any more. You won’t have to put up with that sort of shit from me. I want you, Sam. Only you. I’ll give up whatever else I have just to have a chance. Please give me a chance.” His voice was dark and low, and his lips were getting closer to hers.

Logan’s body was hard as stone; his dick throbbed with the need for release. Despite the seriousness of this conversation, he wasn’t sure he could make it much longer without kissing her, feeling her soft body clinging to him.