Page 65 of The Vampire's Storm

Logan snorted, took a step away and crossed his arms, watching her.

What was he doing?

“Go.” She waved out her hand. “Do whatever you were going to do.”

“I was going to box, but it’s at the other end of the center.” He nodded in the direction. As the machine started up and her feet started moving, Brooklyn cast her eyes down to the end of the enormous room.

It was far away.

Too far away.

Unless she was worried about being in the company of an assassin.

She should be.

“Exactly,” Logan said, apparently reading her mind. He twirled his fingers around in the air. “So do your thing and then I’ll do mine.”

Brooklyn bunched her lips, thinking.

This wasn’t going to work.

As intimidating as it was being the training center with all the huge vampires around, she didn’t want him watching her get all sweaty and judging her fitness level.

The fact he was a vampire was already enough, let alone being a prime example of one.

A very, very prime and delicious one.

One who had heated her up from the inside out and she wanted very much to have sex with.

He’d given her no reason to trust him—orgasm aside—and even with a half dozen large vampires across from them lifting unfathomable weights and grunting away, Brooklyn did feel safe with Logan.

Ari had assured her no one would harm her, but anyone in her shoes would be wary. It was still taking time for her to gain confidence to head into the social spaces of the castle on her own.

So she was a little grateful for his protection right now. But didn’t love him standing behind her watching her ass jiggle.

“I’ll be fine.” She lied and increased the speed and incline, letting her body warm up.

A moment later, when he ignored her, six males in Moretti uniforms walked out of a side room carrying a handful of rifles.

Logan leaned against the wall, watching the goings on around them, and she let her eyes drift down to his groin.

My god I’m a perv.

But gray sweatpants.

She wasn’t a saint.

Plus, her body was still buzzing from earlier and she’d meant what she said. She was still horny. Yes, she’d come, and it had been powerful and amazing, but all she could think about was feeling Logan enter her and his cock thrusting inside her.

Deep.

Thick.

God...all of him.

She felt herself getting wet and the contrast with running on the treadmill was so weird.

Clearing her throat, she decided to change the topic in her head.