logan lancaster ft. leah corcoran.
âKinda,â Leah nodded earnestly, forgetting entirely to keep up any sort of act. Or perhaps her subconscious made sure she didnât. She wanted to be genuine, wanted there to be no pretense, but something about Logan made her feel like she ought to keep it up. Perhaps it was what she thought he wanted, or at least⊠that type of guy. Sheâd spent more time than she liked to admit recently mulling over just what kind of guy Logan was, and though she did a good job of denying it to herself, Leah knew deep down it was because some part of her had started caring. Funny, that. It seemed all one had to do was bend her over a car.
Sheâd barely had time to react â to Loganâs words, to the memory that flashed instinctively in her mind â before Loganâs touch made the mere impulse of her retort die at the back of her throat, squeezed into nonexistence by the quickening of her pulse. The smile on her lips was impossible to control, unsteadied only by the pleasant shiver that ran down her spine as Loganâs breath danced around the curve of her ear. His touch, his proximity, awakened memories of similar sensations on other parts of her body, and it took a lot of willpower for Leah to clear her mind of them. Gently she put a hand on his chest, the better to edge him back. But only a little. Only enough that their eyes could meet. âA bit presumptuous of you to assume Iâm gonna abandon my date like that,â she half-teased, eyes not leaving his as she tried her hardest to hide how fast her heart was beating. It was weird â from afar, it was difficult to look at him, but up close like that⊠Leah couldnât stop.
This isnât a common occurrence for him. Logan doesnât make a habit of stealing women from their dates. Itâs far too messy, has way too much drama attached to it, and half the time he doesnât much care. Thereâs nothing extensive to many (all) of his relationships â itâs just sex. Just something to help him unwind and blow off stream. Something that helps him relieve stress. And yet. Here he is, finding himself in front of, and drawn to, the same woman. Time and time again. Itâs dangerous is what it is. Logan knows that. Can feel that flight response deep in the pit of his stomach stirring.
Logan doesnât fight the soft push, allowing Leah to edge him back. Truth be told he wants to look at her, watches to catalog and watch every twitch and tick of her facial features. The smile she houses turns his own that much sharper. Thereâs a small glint in the corner of his eye, one that promises something intense. âIs it, though?â he questions, an air of confidence to his words. His smile turns lopsided, a kind of sideways grin as his grip on her hip tightens a fraction before relaxing again. âIs it a bit presumptuous of me to assume that weâre both going to get out of here so we can do something far more fun?â







