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

She
let him lead, let him take from her what he needed, as he needed it. The
gentleness of his kiss was quickly replaced with urgency, his body pressing her
into the bed, his hands on her back and beneath her head holding her tight
against him.

For
a long moment, at the end, she held him, arms and legs wrapped around his body,
letting him spend himself inside her. As the trembling in his body slowed, as
the tension finally left him, he relaxed against her, still holding her in a
loose embrace.

Melody
brushed a strand of hair from his forehead before softly kissing the place
where it had been.

“I
dinna crush ye, did I?” His words were muffled against her chest.

“No,
I’m fine. I’m tougher than I look.”

She
felt the warmth of his breath as he laughed softly. “I’ve no doubt you’re
tough.” He caressed her breast, fingers drawing slow circles on her skin.

“But
I’m more inclined to like the softer parts.” He lifted his head, looking at
her. “And ye have many soft parts that I’m quite fond of.”

Melody
could feel herself blushing in the dark. “You have a way with words, Logan.
Just don’t put that into a song, okay?”

Logan
rested his head on her shoulder, apparently reluctant to release his hold on Melody.
“Aye. I promise.” He drew a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He was quiet
for several minutes and his voice was dreamy when he spoke.

“This…being
with you…is like playing out with the band, on a night when everything works,
when everyone is playing from the heart. And the crowd is with us, hearing us,
being a part of it. There’s a magic thing that happens…there’s no other way to
say it.”

His
fingers had stopped moving on her body and he placed his palm between her
breasts.

“The
magic is here, in you.” His hand moved up to cup her cheek and she turned her
face to his.

“I
love you, Melody. More than I ever thought I could love a woman.”

“Does
that scare you? How much…how fast this all happened?”

He
shook his head, his thumb tracing over her cheek. “Never. Not for a second. It
was right from the minute I saw you.” His lips brushed lazily against hers, the
urgency gone, his touch sensual and teasing.

“It
was different for you, Melody. Took you longer…” His lips moved across her
cheek, down along her neck. She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her
lips. He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming in the half-dark.

“But
I’m in the same place you are now, Logan.” She placed her hand on his chest.
“The same magic is there, for me, inside you.”

“It
took you longer to succumb to my charms, did it? I must have been off my game
at the start. Ye should have fallen for me right away.”

Melody
smiled. The teasing quality was back in his voice, and even without lights, she
knew it would be in his eyes as well.

She’d
missed that tone, the gentle teasing, the way he could laugh at himself. The
stress of the lawsuit, her issues with Ryan, and now Claire, with the
announcement she had Logan’s child, had taken that away from Logan’s voice.

They’d
both grown so serious, the weight of all these issues dragging them down,
wearing at them. Melody wondered what it would be like, just the two of them,
away from all of this, with nothing tearing at them, worrying them.

“Logan,
what’s Scotland like? The Highlands, I mean, where you said you’d take me.”

Logan
lifted his head from her neck. “It’s like nothing else on earth. Wild and
beautiful, rough places and lochs…lakes.”

“And
a sea monster.”

“Aye.
A sea monster…a loch monster, really. Loch Ness is a lake, ye ken…but you can
call Nessie a sea monster. I don’t think she won’t mind.”

Logan
slid down in the bed next to her. “There’s the cave…Dun Bonnet’s cave. I told
you about that.” His hand was sliding down her stomach, his lips kissing a
trail behind his fingers.

“Rivers
and hidden lochs, places so green it’s hard to imagine. Rocks…valleys…” His
hands moved lower and Melody arched her back, her legs relaxing beneath the
touch of Logan’s hands, his lips caressing the curve of her hips, then the
space between them.

“And…there’s
more. But I’m finding I’m a bit distracted at the moment. Can we talk about
Scotland later?”

 “Yes…later
is fine.” Melody sighed, lying back against the pillows. “Scotland’s not going
anywhere, I suppose.”

His
breath was warm against her skin, his laugh soft in the quiet room. “Aye. It’s
been there for centuries. It’ll still be there when I’m done with you.”

* * *

She
woke with a start, her mind fully engaged, Logan’s case the center of her
focus. The thing that had been tugging at her brain, the one detail that had
been overshadowed by Claire, by worrying about Logan, everything else in their
lives finally became clear.

Ryan
couldn’t represent Jack Ashton. Not unless Joe Hunter had accepted his
resignation. And the last Joe had told her, he hadn’t. She wanted to shake Logan
awake and tell him, but he was snoring softly beside her, his face calm and
unlined for a change.

She
brushed a strand of hair away from his cheek, marveling again how she’d ended
up here, with this man. How she ended up in love with a stranger, who was now
her best friend.

Getting
quietly out of bed, she pulled on her robe. It was hours before she needed to
be awake, but her mind was racing. She sat at the table in the living room,
tearing a page out of Logan’s notebook, scribbling down what she needed to do
when she got to work. After filling the page, she read over her notes, smiled
to herself, and then padded back down the hall to the bedroom.

Logan
stirred as she climbed back into bed, reaching for her in his sleep. Her heart
swelled with love for him and she nestled closer, letting herself relax against
him. Knowing she’d written everything down she wanted to do, she let her mind
go and drifted back into sleep.

* * *

“Come
to the office at one-thirty. Call me from the lobby and I’ll come down and get
you. When Claire gets there, Victoria can bring her up.” Melody headed back
down the hall to the bedroom, in the process of getting dressed for work.

Logan
was sitting at the table, drinking coffee. “And then?”

“And
then, she’s going to tell us what she wants. More specifically, what she wants
from you. And why now,” she called back down the hall.

“As,
why now…if she’s had my child, why wait until now? Not come forward before?”

“Exactly.”
Melody reappeared in the living room, resting one hand on the back of Logan’s
chair as she slipped on her heels.

Logan
had her notes in his hand, frowning at the page. “What’s this? I’m glad you
don’t leave me notes. Your handwriting leaves something to be desired.”

She
snatched the paper out of his hand, laughing. “Well, it was the middle of the
night and I wanted to get this down on paper. It has to do with your case.” She
glanced at the page before folding it up and tucking it into her purse.

“What
is it?” Logan turned in his chair, catching her wrist as she moved away.

“I
don’t want to say yet, until I ask a few questions at work. I don’t want
you…us…to get our collective hopes up until I check on a few things.” She let
him pull her down onto his lap. He was dressed in the same sweat pants as
yesterday, and the memory of him wearing them, and then what happened after
he’d taken them off, made her heart flutter.

“Logan…I
have to go…” Her protest was half-hearted. And they both knew it. The warmth
from his skin made her arm tingle, the scent of him set alight a small fire
inside her. His voice was low and seductive, adding one more layer of sensation
to her arousal.

“Last
night…was magical. Having you there, beneath me, soft and warm.” His fingers
were lightly tugging at the top button of her blouse, his eyes leaving her
face, drifting down over her body.

“Logan…please…”
But she didn’t know if please meant stop or continue. Logan apparently took it
as license to keep going. He moved to the second button, undoing that one with
ease.

“And
then, later…” He leaned forward, his lips against her breast. Melody exhaled, a
shiver coursing through her body.

“Ye
taste so good, Melody. Better than anything.” His tongue followed the curve of
one breast, dipping between them before tracing back up the other one.

“Better
than Macallan?” Even to her ears her voice sounded breathless.

“Aye.
Better than the Macallan. But just as potent. I could drink you in and be just
as drunk.”

“Only
no hangover?” Her fingers were wrapped in his hair, holding him to her as he
nuzzled her skin.

“No
hangover.” He looked up at her, his eyes hooded and dreamy. “You really need to
leave now.”

Her
eyes widened. “Oh. Really?” Her body was singing with heat, a deep throbbing
low in her belly. The small fire had turned into a much larger flame.

“If
you dinna get off my lap, you’ll not be leaving anytime soon, Melody. I’ll take
ye right here, at the table, if need be.”

Melody
sighed, reaching down to button her blouse. “Then I’ll take a rain check. Same
chair, same table, tonight. Deal?”

“Deal.”
The smile on Logan’s face took away some of the regret she felt, for leaving
him and for leaving behind the image of him taking her there, at the table. Her
knees were weak when she finally stood up.

“Call
me.” And she left the suite before she lost her willpower.

* * *

“Victoria,
add a meeting to my calendar. Today, two o’clock. It’s for the MacKenzie-Ashton
case.”

Victoria
looked up from the papers on her desk. “Okay. Is Mr. MacKenzie going to be
here?” Victoria’s face lit up momentarily, before her professional demeanor
returned.

“Yes,
he is.” Melody sighed.
This is getting tiresome.

“Did
you see the change of attorney notification? Isn’t that…odd? Do you know why
that happened?”

Melody
cocked her head, pursing her lips, as she regarded Victoria for a moment. “Yes,
I did see it. No, it’s not really odd. It does happen, for a variety of
reasons. And no, I don’t know why in this case.”

“But
we…” Victoria started to speak, but her phone rang. She turned away, picking up
the receiver.

Once
in her office, Melody closed the door behind her. She shuffled around on her
desk until she found Logan’s file. The change notification papers were still
clipped inside, where she’d left them. And still not date stamped, which
Victoria should have done.
Okay. That’s the odd part, Victoria…how do you
know about them if you’ve apparently never seen them?

Melody
shook her head. “I’ll deal with that…and her…later. First…”

She
scooped up the phone, dialing Joe Hunter’s office. They spoke briefly and when Melody
hung up, she did a little dance in her chair.

“Okay,
Ryan. I think you’ve finally out maneuvered even yourself.”

For
the rest of the day, Melody anxiously watched the clock, waiting for the
appointment with Claire and Logan. In her heart she knew Logan was telling her
the truth, that whatever Claire had to say about the child…Logan’s
child…wouldn’t change anything between him and Melody. But she knew that wasn’t
always the case.

Children
changed everything. It could be no other way. And Melody knew that no matter
how torn she was, how upset she became over this, standing by Logan was only
thing she could do, for him, for their relationship. And welcoming his child
into their…into her life…was what she would do. If it came to that.

But
that didn’t mean she had to be happy hearing about it, especially from Claire
and especially now. Melody knew this meeting was going to be difficult for all
of them and there was nothing she could do for Logan today, other than be his
attorney. At least not until she left the office and returned to their hotel.

Their
hotel
.

It
came almost as a surprise to realize she’d been living with Logan almost as
long as she’d known him. The last time she’d gone back to her apartment for yet
another change of clothes, the place had that smell unused places get, of dust
and stale air. Her apartment phone’s answering machine was full and she
listened with a guilty conscious to the messages, making notes of who to call
back.

Then
she’d packed another bag of clothes, picked up her mail from downstairs and
gone back to Logan. The apartment no longer felt like home. The suite at the
hotel had become their haven, their refuge. Melody felt the heat rise in her
cheeks.
We’ve pretty much initiated the entire suite, at least every
horizontal surface.

She
wondered though, when this was over, the trial settled, Claire behind
them—or at least no longer harboring secrets—where they’d go, where
they would live. Logan talked about taking her to Scotland, but they’d never
really talked about concrete future plans.
Would we live together?