Page 32 of All In Good Time

His mouth was back on hers, tongues darting, dancing and teasing each other. His hands were slowly but surely pulling her dress up higher and higher. His fingers masterfully stroking between her thighs. Logan lifted her onto the table. Her bare bottom felt the chill of the hard wood beneath her and she had a moment of clarity.

“Logan…” They had to stop. She had no idea where they were or who might walk in on them, but this wasn’t right. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. His fingers were softly caressing her womanly folds and she was helpless to stop him. She lay back on the table. Who cares if someone caught them? Wait! She did. “Logan,” she tried again. His intense, dark eyes were locked on hers. “Logan!”

“Aye, lass?” He continued on with his ministrations and she was finding it harder and harder to say stop, but she had to. This wasn’t right.

“Stop! Please.” There she’d said it. She lay there panting and not really wanting him to stop, but knowing they had to.

He stopped immediately, a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry, Sara. I shouldnae have taken advantage of ye.” He pulled her skirt down and started to back away.

“You didn’t take advantage of me, you big oaf. I wanted it. I wanted you.” She reached out for him, pulling him closer.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked, searching her face for clues.

“You’re supposed to marry Aisla. I can’t make this kind of connection with you, knowing that it would be a one-time thing. Do you understand?”

He didn’t answer right away, but he eventually nodded. “Aye.”

“I’m sorry. I wanted this more than you know.” She caressed his face with her hand, trying not to let herself be drawn back into those dark and stormy eyes.

He helped her up from the table and then gently fixed her dress as if nothing had happened. Turning his back to her, his voice gruff with emotion, he said, “We should go join the others. I cannae stay in this room alone with ye for a moment longer. If I do I’ll have ye back up on that table and I willnae be able to stop meself.”

She wanted to kiss him. A soft I-feel-the-same-way kind of kiss but she, too, was afraid she’d be unable to stop. He took her hand and led her back to the celebration, where he said good night and left her smiling bravely after him.

Her heart was aching, but she had hope. She now knew that Logan felt the same way about her as she felt about him. She also knew what she was going to do next. She was going to find Rory Mackall and when she did Logan would finally be hers.