Last Dance (Rock With You #3) Rock Star Romance (7 page)

She
stood for a moment, her eyes traveling over his body, drinking in every
masculine line, every curve of muscle, covered in taut skin. Her body was singing
with passion, aching for him and she found she was powerless to resist him.

Leaning
forward, she placed her hands on his shoulders, straddling the chair and his
hips. His hands went to her hips, clenching against her skin as she held
herself above him, teasing him with her body, rubbing herself slowly against
him. He’d reached up, his fingers on her breasts, thumbs skating across her
hard nipples.

“Melody…please.”
Logan was moving beneath her, hips rising, seeking more contact…seeking entry.

“Yes…oh,
hell, yes.”

Melody
lowered herself down onto Logan, exhaling as he entered her. She caught the
look on Logan’s face; his head back, eyes closed, his expression radiating pure
bliss. The same bliss she felt at that moment. His hands relaxed against her as
she settled her weight fully on him.

“God,
Melody.” He lifted his head, eyes meeting hers. “How did I get so lucky,
finding you when I did?”

She
shook her head. “I don’t know, but I’m glad you did.” She kissed him softly. “I
love you, Logan.”

His
hands were splayed across her back as she began moving against Logan, rising up
and settling back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he leaned forward,
his lips on her breasts.

Their
bodies moved perfectly together and it wasn’t long before Melody was moaning,
grinding herself against Logan. His fingers were on her hips, at first guiding
her movements, then holding her as she moved faster.

When
she came, it was hard and fast, her body pressed down on Logan, head back,
mouth open. She could hear Logan’s voice, his words lost in the pounding of
blood in her ears and she wasn’t sure if it was Gaelic or English. But it
didn’t matter; the cadence and tone of his words encouraged her, added to the
waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

As
she finished, she collapsed against Logan, rocking the chair briefly. She heard
the rumble of his laugh as they regained their balance. Nestling her face
against his shoulder, she let herself relax against him, let him hold her
against his body, loving the feel of his hands on her skin, the strength of his
embrace.

“Logan…”
She nuzzled his neck, kissing the tender skin beneath his ear, trailing kisses
down his jawline.

“That
was amazing.” She sat up and he reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from
her face.

“Aye,
it was…and will be. I’m not finished with ye yet, by any length.”

She
smiled down at him, shaking her head. “I hope not. I’m not finished with you
either.”

Melody
stood up and before she realized what was happening, Logan scooped her up,
cradling her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he
carried her down the short hall to the bedroom.

There
were more roses on the dresser and night table, these deep red. A small lamp
was lit and the room was cast in soft shadow. The covers were pulled back, rose
petals scattered on the sheets.

Logan
laid Melody gently on the bed, climbing beside her. He pulled her against his
body, his lips brushing against her forehead and cheek before he propped
himself on one elbow, looking down at her.

“Logan…you’ve
really made this so special. I feel like a princess.”

“If
I had a castle, you would be. We have them, you know, in Scotland.”

“I
know…like in Inverness.”

Logan
shook his head. “There are other ones, smaller, a little more private.” His
hand traced over her shoulder, down the curve of her breast.

“I’d
buy you a castle and make you my queen.”

“You
would?” Melody watched Logan’s face, his eyes dreamy and hooded, as he followed
the path of his fingers over her skin.

“Yes…a
castle and land. Fill it with boisterous children. And horses.”

Melody
tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle. “In the castle?”

Logan
gaze traveled back to hers and she didn’t miss the roll of his eyes. Or the
smile playing about his lips.

“No,
woman. Not in the castle. In the stable, where they belong. But for you to
ride, and for the children. And me. I like horses.”

“So…we’d
live there, together?” Melody’s heart was fluttering in her chest, her breath
catching in her throat.

“Well,
it would be hard to get you with a child if we lived apart.” His hand drifted
down over her stomach, his finger slowly circling her navel.

“Sometimes
I’d be gone on tour, but you could come along, if you like.” Melody caught the
almost shy tone of his voice and his quick glance at her.

“I
think I’d like that. Very much.” Tears gathered in her eyes, threatening to
spill down her cheeks.

“I
love ye, Melody. I wish there were more words than those three…four…to tell ye
what I feel.”

Logan
leaned over, kissing her softly. “All I can do is show ye, and I’ll do that
every day that we’re together. As many times as you’ll have me.”

The
tears she’d been trying to hold back fell then. Logan pulled her against him,
murmuring against her neck, his body pressed against hers as he rocked her
gently and she cried softly. The murmurs eventually turned into singing, soft
words she didn’t understand.

She
lifted her face and his lips found hers, his body moving over hers. There was
no mistaking his intent, his desire to take her, to take control. And Melody
let him, letting him rise over her, claim her body as he gave her his.

Every
move he made sent her spiraling higher, sent another wave of passion crashing
through her body. She was clutching the sheets, body twisting beneath Logan as
he drove her to her release.

And
then he was there with her, his body tensed above her for a moment before he
came. He called her name, his voice heavy with emotion and then buried his face
in her neck, his cries muffled against her body. She held him as he shook
against her, and as his breathing finally began slowing. After a long time he rolled
onto his back, one arm thrown over his eyes.

“My,
God, woman. You’ll be the death of me. But I’ll die a happy man.”

Melody
laughed in the darkness, rolling over to rest her head no his chest, idly
tracing circles on his damp skin.

“What’s
the song?” She spoke without lifting her head from his chest.

“What
song?” Logan’s voice was far away, arm still across his eyes.

“You
sang me a song before…this last time.” She felt herself blush and smiled, glad Logan
couldn’t see that he still made her blush.

“Oh,
that. Nothing really. Just something I’ve been messing with.” He pulled her
against him, his chest against her back. He found her hand, winding his fingers
in hers.

“Sleep
now, Melody. Sleep with me.
Tá mo chroí
istigh ionat.
”

“My heart is within you too, Logan.”

His
breathing slowed, grew deeper and the arm around her waist gradually relaxed,
but never completely let go of her hand. She drifted off, the steady sound of
his breathing in her ears, dreams of castles and Scotland in her head.

* * *

The
alarm woke Melody. She was disoriented, still half asleep as she batted at the
clock. Logan wasn’t in bed and she could smell coffee. She tugged her robe
around her shoulders, stumbling down the hall.

“Morning.
Coffee’s made. Do you want breakfast before you leave?”

Logan
was sitting at the table, which still bore the remains of their very late night
dinner. They’d woken well after midnight, both ravenous, and had devoured the
rest of the room service meal.

“Um…no,
just coffee.”

Logan
pulled the second chair over, and she dropped into it. She caught his grin,
which he tried unsuccessfully to hide behind the morning paper.

“What?”

“You’re
a little…pale this morning.”

She
took a welcome sip of coffee. “And again…it’s that damn Macallan.” The empty
bottle was on the table, along with the champagne bottle, upended in the ice
bucket, now full of melted ice water.

“Aye.
It is.” He leaned toward her, his voice soft. “But it was fun, right?”

She
laughed. “Yes, very much fun.”

“What
are ye doing today then? At work, I mean.”

“I
have to decide…we have to, actually. Decide what to do about your case. Ryan
has to go. I need to deal with that, file a motion to get Ryan taken off the
case. I want to keep them on the defensive, not let them put us in that
position.”

“Lawyerly
stuff. Right.”

“What
are your plans for the day?”

“Nothing
much of anything. Letting the day take me where it will. Thought I might take
you to lunch, if you wanted to go. We’ve never actually had a meal together in
the daylight.”

Melody
pursed her lips. “Well, you can’t come upstairs, but I can meet you in the
lobby and we can go around the corner. There’s a little deli I like. Back when
I had the time, I’d go there. They have a wonderful roast beef sandwich with
sautéed mushrooms.”

“Then
it’s a date. One o’clock? I’ll call you, give you the secret password and you
can slip away.”

She
smiled and finished her coffee. “That works for me.” She rose, leaning down to
kiss the top of Logan’s head as she passed.

He
reached out and caught her, his arm around her hip. He held her against him
briefly, his cheek against her stomach. He let her go, turning back to his
paper.

“You
okay?”

He
shook his head. “I am. Just missing you already.”

“But
I’m not even gone.” She ran the back of her hand down his arm, the skin warm to
her touch.

“I
know. I just…I miss you when you’re not here.”

Melody
knelt beside his chair. “I think you’re missing other things too. Like the
band, and making music.”

He
nodded, distracted. “Aye. You’re probably right. I miss the music, and my band
mates too.” There was a quick smile, a glint in his eye.

“But
not, obviously, in the same way I miss you, Melody.”

* * *

The
morning passed quickly for Melody as she worked her way through the stacks of
files on her desk, trying to avoid Victoria. Logan called her promptly at one
and did slip away while Victoria was away from her desk, meeting Logan in the
lobby. She’d brought along the envelope with the photographs Ashton had taken.
They’d been completely forgotten, lying on the floor next to her purse, never
even touched.

“I
feel like I’m skipping school.” She took Logan’s arm as they walked down the
sidewalk.

“It
is nice being outside for a change, not locked away in the hotel.”

They
walked in silence for a few minutes. “Logan, you said something last
night…about Scotland. About us, I mean. Living in a castle.” She shook her
head, fumbling for the right words.

“Was
that just something you said, in the heat of the moment? Or was there something
more to that?”

“I
meant it, Melody. Every word I said. Especially the bit about no horses in the
castle.”

Melody
tugged at his arm, laughing. “Be serious. Do you think about us, the future,
after all this mess with the case is resolved?”

“I
think about it all the time.” He looked down at her. “I want you in my life, Melody.
Wherever life that may be. If it’s here, or Scotland, or between here and
Scotland.”

“Where
would you want to live?” She was giddy at the thought of living with Logan,
spending her life with him. Everything seemed new and fresh, with so many
possibilities.

“Scotland’s
my home, ye ken. It’s where I want to spend most of my time, where I want to
have my family. But there’s a need for me to have someplace here, in New York.
It makes travel easier, if I have some place to call my own. As much as I like
traveling, seeing new places, I like having some place other than a hotel to
come back to. But I love Scotland, though. It is home.”

They’d
stopped in front of the deli. Logan sighed, his brows drawing together. “But,
with the band apart, it’s hard to know what will happen with the music. Or
anything else, for that matter.”

The
deli was full of New Yorkers eating lunch. Melody grabbed a table and Logan
went to the counter to get their lunch. She pulled the envelope of photos out
of her purse, studying the images while she waited.

“Are
those the photos Ashton took?” Logan set their lunch on the table.

“Yes.
I wanted you to see them.” She handed him the stack of pictures while she bit
into her sandwich. He slowly looked through the stack, frowning at some,
smiling when he came to the photo of him and Melody. He tapped the photo with
his finger.