Last Dance (Rock With You #3) Rock Star Romance (2 page)

She
caught the glimpse of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re
living on the road then, here with me, in a way. And we do quite well at it.
You’ve brought your favorite robe. I noticed it the other day, when you came
back from your apartment.”

He’d
undone the sash now and her robe parted slightly. Logan’s eyes were
heavy-lidded as they traveled over the exposed curve of her breasts peeking from
the silk.

“How
do you know it’s my favorite?” Her voice was a bit breathless, waiting for him
to touch her, aching for his touch. They’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms
the night before, but they hadn’t made love and beyond the simple physical
release of sex, Melody was craving Logan, needing to lose herself in him.
Something unsettled still remained between them and she wondered if Logan felt
it as well.

“It’s
a bit worn, here…” His fingers ran along the front edge of the robe. “…and
here.” He held up the end of the sash. There was a tiny frayed end.

“You
should be a detective.”

“I
just notice things. And with you…” His hands slid beneath the silk, holding her
lightly at her waist, sliding his thumbs up the full curve of her breasts.

“I
notice everything.”

Melody’s
breath caught in her throat, her body reacting to his touch. Her hands rested
on his chest, and she tilted her face to his as his hands rose up over her
breasts and down her arms. The robe slipped from her shoulders, and her arms
found their place around Logan’s neck.

“Logan…I
missed this…missed us, last night.”

His
hands were roaming over her back, reaching down to cup her gently, pressing
himself against her stomach. The thin material of his sweat pants did little to
disguise his arousal.

“I
know. I miss us too. It was…I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted, if you
wanted me.” He lifted a brow. “But I’m thinking it is the thing you want now. Am
I right?”

“Yes,
more than you know.” She pulled him to her, her lips finding his. The kiss was
long and sweet, and she felt Logan’s need for her, much as his desire.

Melody
tugged at the elastic of the sweat pants, finally pulling them down Logan’s
hips. It didn’t matter to her where they were at the moment, whether it was in
the living room of the suite or not. She wanted him now and she broke away from
him with a gasp.

“Logan…now.
Please.” Her voice was tinged with wanting, with her naked need for Logan at
that very moment.

Logan’s
gaze, his eye locked with hers, reflected everything she felt, the need, the
desire to find each other again, to make things right between them. He nodded
his head before lowering her gently to the floor.

His
lips were already on hers before they settled on the carpet, and there was an
urgency to his movements, his knees pushing her legs apart, his hands beneath
her, lifting her to him.

As
he took her, she gasped, meeting him fully with her body, letting the weight of
him hold her down, pin her to the earth.

It
was brief but all consuming. Melody raked her nails across Logan’s back, crying
out, tears of joy mingled with longing springing to her eyes. Logan buried his
face in the familiar nook of her shoulder, his cries mixing with Melody’s,
blending together in a passion-filled duet.

As
brief as it was, it was exactly what Melody needed. The deep unsettled feeling
was gone, replaced with a calm sense that even if everything was spinning out
of control around her, none of that could touch them, touch this place where
they came together as one.

Logan
slowly raised himself above her and Melody held his face in her hands. She
could feel the flush still staining her cheeks, feel her heart beating against Logan’s
chest. “I’ll always want you, Logan, no matter what. This…this makes me whole,
keeps me sane.”

He
was still breathing hard, his words coming between gasps for air. “Aye. I’ll
remember that for the future.”

* * *

Melody
left for work, Logan promising to call Claire to try to set up some kind of
meeting. Melody’s mind was spinning, trying to think of all the things the girl
could want, trying to think of how she should advise Logan as his attorney.
Anything but how she felt about Claire, and Claire’s assertion that the child
was Logan’s. That thought was too painful to touch.

But
that was the last moment she had time to think about Claire, or even Logan. Her
office was a mad house from the minute she sat down until well past lunch. It
wasn’t until Lori brought her a sandwich and soup that she realized she hadn’t
heard from Logan.

As
much as she knew she shouldn’t call him from work, she snatched up the phone as
soon as Lori had closed the door behind her. The phone rang far too long as Melody
tapped her spoon against her desk. Finally Logan picked up.

“Logan?
Everything okay? I hadn’t heard from you…”

“Aye.
I know. All hell has come undone.”

“With
Claire?”

“No.
Well, somewhat with Claire. But she’s the least of it. It’s Ashton.”

Melody
sat forward. “Ashton? What has he done?”

“You
haven’t heard then? I thought you’d have gotten notice, something official.
He’s fired his attorney and apparently hired a new one. I don’t know how that
affects the case though. I know it’s bothering everyone else.”

“A
new attorney? No, I don’t think I’ve gotten notice. But it’s a madhouse here. I
haven’t gotten through the mail yet from yesterday. It really doesn’t make that
much difference, sometimes just slows things down, if the new attorney needs to
get up to speed. They’d ask for something called a continuance. How did you
hear about this?”

“Angus
called, said Ashton was mucking about, asking questions of him and the other
band mates, talking rubbish about me. Stirring things up, like he does. And
then said his new attorney was going to kick our asses, or something like that.
Either Angus didn’t remember a name, or Ashton never said.”

Melody
cradled the phone against her shoulder and shuffled through the unopened stack
of mail Victoria had left on her desk.

“Oh…here.
From Ashton’s lawyer’s firm.” Melody tore open the envelope, pulling out
several sheets of paper. As she read her stomach dropped.

“You
have to be kidding me.”

“Melody?
What? Is it not so good?”

“Ashton
fired his attorney and hired Ryan Marshall.”

* * *

Melody
spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. Ryan Marshall, the man who harassed
her, threatened her career, who knew she was having an affair with her client.
This was the man who now represented Logan MacKenzie in his suit against Jack
Ashton. How the hell was she supposed to deal with this? It would be all over,
as soon as Ryan stepped into court. He would ask for the case to be dismissed,
all because she’d fallen in love with Logan, couldn’t resist him. Slept with
him. Because she had chosen love over her career.

And
he would ruin her, if he had the chance. Melody had even provided the
ammunition. She hadn’t given up seeing Logan. They’d been careful, but not
careful enough.

Melody
sighed, finding Logan’s file and clipping the papers inside.
Think about it
tomorrow, Scarlett. It’s not going away, it’ll still be here.

Victoria
had been in and out of Melody’s office during the afternoon,
uncharacteristically quiet, but Melody barely acknowledged her. There was
something at the back of her mind, something to do with Ryan, and Logan’s case.
But the thoughts were nebulous, just out of reach.

Logan
was waiting for her at the security door when she got home from work. She’d
almost forgotten about Claire in the aftermath of hearing about Ryan, and in
the mountain of work she was dealing with.

“You
said Claire wants to meet in a public place?”

Logan
had poured Melody a glass of wine and they’d settled on the couch.

“Did
she say why?”

“She
said she wanted no surprises, nothing that would put her at a disadvantage.
Whatever that means. She sounded scared, Melody. And Claire’s not afraid of
much that I know of.”

“Can
you convince her this is the only way?”

“I
said it was the way I wanted it, that I didn’t want any surprises either. I
told her I’d call her tonight, let her have a chance to think about it. But I
wanted you here, when I called. For moral support.”

Logan
smiled at her, and she saw the worry and anxiety she felt reflected in his
face. It broke her heart and she set her wine glass on the coffee table.

“Come
here.” She held out her arms and he slid across the couch, letting her hold
him, his head resting on her shoulder.

“This
is hard, I know. And I know you’d rather not face her. But we can’t let her be
a ticking time bomb. Your name and face are already all over the tabloids and
that’s not going to help your career. Especially now that they’ve picked up
that the band has split up. All that negative publicity will eat away at your
fans.”

Logan
sat up, holding Melody’s hand, idly playing with her fingers. “Aye. I read some
of that rubbish online today. The European pages have it all over, with quotes
from the other mates. I suspect it was what Ashton was up to the other day,
when Angus said he was asking questions. Picking away at Duff, and Colin, who
likes to rant if given the chance.”

“It’s
part and parcel of being famous, but it’s a terrible part.”

“You’ll
get no argument from me there.”

They
sat in silence for a while. Finally Logan sighed, pulling his cell phone out of
his pocket. “I supposed I better call and get it over with.”

He
dialed Claire’s number and set the phone on the coffee table. Melody bit her
nails as the call went through.

When
Claire answered, Melody closed her eyes. Logan took her hand and she squeezed
his in return.

“Claire,
have ye thought about what I said? About meeting at my lawyer’s office? If
you’re wanting to meet, it’s the only way I’ll agree.”

There
was a moment of hesitation, silence on the other end of the call, and then
Claire’s lilting voice was there in the room. Melody winced. Hearing the
Scottish accent, hearing it in a woman’s voice, the woman that Logan had wanted
to marry, was almost unbearable. It drove home that Logan shared something with
this woman that Melody had no part of.

“Aye.
If it’s the only way, then we’ll do it. I’m not happy, Logan, with doing it
this way, but if ye insist, I’ll agree.”

Melody
opened her eyes.

“I
insist. I’ll give you the address then and we’ll fix to meet tomorrow. At…” He
glanced at Melody and she held up two fingers.

“At
two o’clock.”

Logan
finished the call and sat back. He passed a hand over his face, suddenly
looking very tired. He was quiet for a few minutes, before turning to Melody.

“Ye
remember what ye said, that what we have between us makes you whole?”

Melody
nodded. Logan’s voice was rough with emotion.

“Well,
I’d like it very much if you’d come to bed with me now.” He reached for her
hand, pulling her up from the couch with him.

“I’m
missing a few pieces of myself and I need you to help me…I need you, Melody…”
His voice broke, his eyes full of pain.

“Shhh…”
She held her finger to his lips before leading him down the hall to the
bedroom.

In
the soft dark of the room, Melody carefully undressing Logan, making quick work
of the buttons on his shirt, the zipper on his jeans, as anxious as he was to
feel the warmth of his skin beneath her hands, beneath her body.

In
the dark her fingers traced the now-familiar lines of his arms and chest,
trailing lower over his stomach, and then lower still, a tingle racing down her
spine at the sound of his soft groan, as she found him ready for her.

She
pushed him gently back on the bed and she knew he was watching as she removed
her clothes, backlit by the light from the hall.

“Come
here…” He held out his hand and she climbed on the bed, her body resting on
his, his warmth against her skin. She cradled his face in her hands, brushing a
thumb briefly across his lips. He took her hand, kissing her fingers gently.

“As
long as you’re here, with me, Melody, it all goes away, all of it. It’s just
you and me.”

“It’s
the same for me, Logan, always. You’re what grounds me. Even if nothing else
makes sense, it doesn’t matter. This makes sense…” She placed her hand over his
heart. “And it makes me happy.”

Logan
rolled over, taking Melody with him. She slowly ran her hands over his back,
down his spine, feeling the muscular contours of his body beneath her fingers,
the tension in his shoulders.

His
lips found hers and she opened her mouth to him, the slowness, the gentleness
of the kiss belying the hunger and need she knew was behind it, that was
evident in every other part of his body.