Broken Melody (Rock With You #2) Rock Star Romance (7 page)

“I’m
glad he didn’t get this far. He’d have had more than a fist to the jaw. I’d
have removed anything of his he’d ever wanted to use on any woman with his own
letter opener.”

Melody
breathed out a deep sigh. “Enough of him. Pay attention to me, Logan.”

Logan
leaned forward, one arm behind her back, his hand warm on her bare skin. She
was cradled between the hand on her inner thigh and the hand on her back, and
as he held her, he leaned forward, lips brushing the silk of her blouse. His
breath was warm and the silk thin enough that she could feel every nuance of
his mouth on her body, every breath filtered through the fabric.

The
touch of his tongue on her nipple made her cry out, the friction of the wet
silk against her body enticing and erotic. His head was bent against her and
she wound her fingers through his dark hair, holding him gently against her
breast.

He
drew her into his mouth, sucking gently at first, but then with increasing
fervor, nuzzling her, pulling on each breast in turn.

Melody
was moaning, back arched, pressing herself against Logan. His fingers were
still exploring, testing her depths, and the combination of his mouth and lips
and tongue and fingers all conspired to drive her into a state of complete
abandon.

If
Logan’s hands hadn’t been holding her, she would have tumbled off his lap. As
she came, he held her hard against him, his cheek turned against her breast,
moaning with her as she shook in his embrace.

She
finally pushed away from Logan and he raised his head, eyes meeting hers. Her
breath was more or less back to normal, her heart beat slowing.

“I’m
afraid I ruined your blouse.”

Melody
was unsuccessful in controlling her fit of giggles. She slid off his lap, lying
on her back on the couch, letting them run their course while Logan watched, an
amused smile on his lips.

“Aye,
it’s good to see you laugh again, Melody. It seems like such a long time since
I’ve heard you laugh like this.” He leaned over, kissing her briefly as she
hiccoughed her way through the last of her giggles.

As
he straightened, she stretched her arms over her head, feeling the wet silk
clinging to her body. Logan’s eyes strayed from her face, looking over her as
she lay there.

“Like
what you see?” Arms still overhead, she arched her back slightly, the silk
molding to every curve.

“Oh,
aye.” His voice was a low growl and it set off a corresponding shudder in Melody.
The amused look on his face had been replaced by something else, a wild and
dangerous look, a look that had Melody drawing in a sharp breath, her heart
fluttering in her chest. His eyes met hers again.

“As
much as I like this blouse, I think it’s needing to go.”

Melody
started to reach for the buttons at the back of the blouse but Logan was
quicker, grabbing the front of the fragile silk, pulling sharply, tearing the
garment. One more tug had it fluttering to the floor in a puddle of tattered
material.

“I
liked that blouse.” Melody gave Logan mock pout. The cool air on her damp skin
made her shiver, her nipples pulling up sharply.

“I’ll
buy you a dozen.” Logan leaned over, his lips hard on hers, his tongue flicking
over her lower lip. His hands were at her hips in an attempt to tug her skirt
off. Melody covered his hands with hers, breaking away from their kiss.

“I
like the skirt more. There is a zipper.” She tugged the zipper down and Logan
quickly had the skirt joining the blouse on the floor, leaving Melody naked on
the couch. He sat back, kneeling between Melody’s legs, slowly undoing the
buttons on his jeans. She was incapable of looking anywhere else but where his
fingers worked at the front of his pants, the bulge of his erection so very
obvious, all the more tantalizing because she knew in her heart how much she
aroused him, that she did this to him. And she knew Logan knew it too.

With
a slowness that belied their arousal, Logan stood, leaving his flies undone but
his jeans in place, his erection just visible, rising above the waistband of
his jeans. Melody bit her lip, wanting more, reaching for him. But he just
smiled, undoing the buttons of his shirt one at a time, teasing her as he
stopped to slowly undo the buttons at the cuffs.

He
left his shirt open, revealing a seductive view of his chest and stomach, as he
looked down at her, eyes traveling over every inch of her body. Everything he
wanted to do to her was written in his gaze and Melody gasped.

He
finally shed his shirt and Melody let her eyes wander over his broad chest,
down his torso to the jeans that still concealed most of his erection. Logan
finally drew them down over his hips, kicking them away, standing naked in
front of her.

She
was so aroused by his strip tease, every nerve ending singing with desire. She
wanted him, to touch him, kiss him, to have his hands on her skin again. Her
body was moving on its own, hips rising, legs moving restlessly in anticipation
of him claiming the space between them. His restraint was maddening to her and
she was on the verge of begging him to come to her when he did, lowering
himself onto her, his weight against her breasts, his hips pinning hers to the
couch cushions.

He
held her gaze for a moment, his eyes burning with a fire that matched Melody’s.

“Aye…now,
Melody. Now.”

There
was nothing restrained in anything he did to her. He took her hard and fast,
with such force she was gasping within minutes. She met him fully, all the
emotions and tensions of the day transmuted into pure animal lust.

The
couch was too narrow, too confining and they tumbled to the floor. In a
seductive struggle, Melody briefly fought with Logan for control, finally pinning
him to the floor, rising above him in triumph. His hands came up to her breasts
as she set the pace, controlling him with her movements, driving him to the
edge over and over, taking herself dangerously close to that same cliff,
pulling back before either of them fell.

When
he rolled her over onto her back, she let him, giving up, surrendering to him
again. He settled himself between her legs again and she knew there was no
turning back this time, no reason to control anything. She was free to fall,
free to let him take her with him over the edge.

Logan
held her face in his hands, his body rising above her, his breath coming hard
and fast, their bodies locked together. The strength of his gaze took her
breath away, his words making her dizzy with love.

“God,
woman, but I love ye. More than I thought possible.”

He
closed his eyes and Melody knew it was time. Logan cried out, his face buried
against her shoulder. Her body responded, arching beneath him, her legs wrapped
around his hips, pulling him hard against her writhing body.

There
seemed to be no end and Melody lost track of time and space. Her body was
consumed with wave after wave of ecstasy, and from a distance she heard herself
crying out, high and keening, mixing with Logan’s almost feral growls.

Sometime
later she was aware of his breathing as it gradually slowed, his heart beating
against her breast. With a low groan he pushed himself off onto his back, arms
flung wide, where he lay for a moment before turning to Melody.

“It
was lucky we were on the floor and not the bed.”

She
turned onto her side, propping herself on one elbow. “We’d have ended up on the
floor anyway.”

Logan
took her hand, kissing her fingers before laying it on his chest. “
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat
.”

Her
eyes met his and she repeated the words. “My heart is within you.”

* * *

“Yes,
I do have to go to work.” Melody was trying with much difficulty to extricate
herself from the tangle of sheets and Logan’s arms in a vain attempt to get
ready for work.

“I
can’t stay home today.” She moved out from beneath his arm, sliding to the edge
of the bed.

“I
have work to do, for one thing. Your case, as a prime example. With Ryan gone…”
She slapped at his hand as it snaked up the inside of her thigh “…I’ll have to
make sure nothing falls through the cracks.”

Logan
finally gave up, rolling onto his back as Melody climbed out of bed, clutching
the sheet around her body.

“I
don’t want to think about Ashton,” he said. “But I suppose there’s no hope for
it. Do you know where we’re at with the case? It seems so insignificant now,
but it’s what started this whole thing, no?”

“I
still need to interview you, you know. That part of yesterday’s meeting wasn’t
a ruse. It still needs to happen. You can come with me to the office and we can
do that first thing.”

Melody
padded to the bathroom, stopping at the door to look back at Logan. He was
lying naked on the bed, hands behind his head, regarding her with that look
that made her weak in the knees. She bit her lip. It was obvious, even from
across the room, he was ready to take her again.

She
dropped the sheet, letting it fall slowly to the floor. “We could share a
shower, if you want to. Save some time getting ready. If you don’t dawdle, that
is.”

Logan
had her in his arms almost before she’d finished speaking. “I was hoping for an
invitation.” He pushed her ahead of him into the bathroom, hands already
exploring her body.

“But
hey…” She tried to talk over the sound of the shower. “We can’t be late…”

But
Logan was already pulling her under the stream of warm water. “Aye, stop
talking, woman, and we won’t be.”

* * *

Melody
was on time, barely. She and Logan had taken a cab, and as she walked past the
desks of secretaries and paralegals on the way to her office, she was conscious
of curious looks and some outright stares. Whether it was just Logan’s presence
or word of yesterday’s encounter with Ryan, she had no idea.

Victoria
had her head down, engrossed in the document on her desk. She jumped, head
coming up sharply, as Melody spoke.

“Morning,
Victoria.”

“Morning,
Melody.” She rose, eyes traveling to Logan.

“This
is Logan MacKenzie. We’ll be conducting an interview in my office. Do you have
the file for the case?”

“Um…no.
It’s still upstairs. Do you want me…” Her voice trailed off as Melody shook her
head.

“I’ll
go get it. I know where it is. Victoria, can you see if there’s anything Mr.
MacKenzie might like to drink? You can get settled in my office. I’ll be right
back.” As she turned away, she heard the chirp of Logan’s cell phone. Victoria
was ushering him in Melody’s office and she saw him scowl at the display before
flipping the phone closed.

The
door to Ryan’s office was open, the lights out. Lori’s desk was unoccupied as
well and she remembered Lori had said she was given the day off.

She
was shuffling through the files on Ryan’s desk when she heard a noise from the
doorway. Looking up, she was shocked to see Ryan leaning against the doorframe,
dressed in jeans and a sweater.

Fear
made her jittery and her immediate reaction was to bolt, but he stood between
her and the rest of the office.
I could scream…

“Don’t
worry. I’m not coming near you, especially here. Why should I? You’ve ruined me
at my own firm.” He straightened, walking slowly into the room.

“I’m
here for a file.” She held out the case file, then clutched it to her chest.

“Melody.
You have every right to the file. It is your case, after all. I’m just here for
a few personal effects. Hunter was gracious enough to allow me to come claim my
own things.”

Ryan
moved behind his desk and Melody watched as he opened drawers, rummaging
through the contents.

He
spoke without looking up. “You know, I really need to give you credit for your
little scheme. Well played. I didn’t think you had it in you. I underestimated
you, Melody.”

Glancing
up, he regarded her from behind the desk. “Although, judging by your cowering
here in my office, I suspect the bravado yesterday was all a false front, as it
were.” His gazed traveled down to her breasts, lingering there for a moment.
She pulled the file higher, gripping it tightly.

Ryan
shrugged, resuming the search through his desk drawer. A few objects
materialized on the blotter. “Oh, well. I’ll have the memories at least.
Nothing quite as stimulating as what we might have had, Melody, if you’d gotten
your head out of your ass long enough to realize what was being offered to
you.”

His
bark of laughter made Melody recoil. “The look on your face is priceless.
Really. And again, I have to wonder…was your boyfriend the mastermind behind
yesterday’s little coup? I really don’t see your hand in that at all, come to
think of it. It’s not your style. You’re a little…too passive.”

Ryan
came around the front of his desk and Melody backed up a step. But he only
leaned against his desk, arms folded across his chest.