Riding Out the Storm

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An Excerpt From: RIDING OUT THE STORM

Copyright ? DESIREE HOLT, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.

As
much as she’d hugged her anger at him to herself, she knew three days with
Logan Mitchell was dangerous. He was pure, sinful sex and her willpower was
only so strong. She stood there, wondering again how the hell she’d been
stupid enough to get herself into this position.

Now,” Logan barked. “I’m
going to turn on the hot water heater. It runs on propane. In a few minutes
you can take a hot shower.” He opened a door in the wall that led into a
tiny bathroom, pulled a big towel from somewhere and tossed it to her.
“Here. Get out of those clothes. I mean it.”

He
disappeared into the bathroom and Jody took advantage of the momentary
privacy to strip off her wet things and wrap the towel around her. But when
Logan came
back into the room and his eyes raked over her, lighting up, she felt more
naked and exposed than if she were totally nude. Every moment of the one
night they’d spent together slammed back at her and she only wished the
floor would open up and swallow her.

Logan’s mouth turned up in a smile
straight from the devil. “Yeah, I remember it too. I’ll finally have the
chance to talk to you about it.”

“Talk?
What is there to say? You figured you’d add your sister’s little friend to
your list of one-night stands. Thanks for the ride.”

She
turned away from him but a big hand clamped on her shoulder, pulling her
back to face him. The chiseled face was like a slab of granite but the
silver eyes beneath the thick black hair were burning with hidden fires.

“You
are so wrong, Joanna Diane Rush. You don’t even have a clue what happened.”

“Oooh, the full name. I must really be in trouble.” She
tried to wrench herself away from him but his grip was too firm.

He
dropped his hand but didn’t move away from her, his eyes boring into hers.
“You are trouble.” He blew out a
breath. “Go take your shower. The water should be hot enough by now.
Meanwhile I’ll call Eden
on the satellite phone and tell her you’re safe. She’ll probably worry that
I’ll murder you and hide the body.”

“And
would you?” she teased.

Heat
flared in his eyes. “You have no idea what kind of things I want to do with
you but murder is definitely not one of them. Go take your shower.”

“I don’t
have anything to put on,” she pointed out. “Unless you expect me to hang
out in this towel.”

The
light flared in his eyes again. “You don’t know how tempting that is. But
here.” he grabbed a shirt from a drawer in a low chest, “this ought to
cover the essentials.”

Definitely
not wanting to piss the man off, Jody hurried through her shower, drying
herself off with the big towel then pulling on the plaid shirt Logan had tossed to
her. He was right. The essentials was all it
covered. The material came halfway down her thighs and she had to roll the
sleeves four times. But underneath it she was acutely aware of her
nakedness and she was sure Logan
would be too.

Towel
drying her hair as much as possible, she finger combed the wet strands,
pasted a fuck you expression on
her face and opened the door.

Her
breath caught in her throat.

Logan had started a fire in the
fireplace and stripped to his boxers, his sun-bronzed skin reflecting the
flames. She remembered all too well the hard muscle wall of his chest covered
with dark curls. The boxers rode low on his lean hips, doing little to hide
the bulge of the largest penis she’d ever seen.

Logan was unmistakably horny.

But at
the sight of him so was she.

Oh
shit. Big trouble here.