“Is this one of your fantasies?” Abby asked.

“Not yet. This is just a little foreplay.” Logan’s hands moved to her ass, fingers digging into her buttocks, and dragged her snug up against the huge bulge in his jeans. She tightened her legs around him, rubbing herself against his truly impressive erection as she melted on the inside. With a groan, he kissed her again, molding their bodies close together so her breasts pressed against his chest.

Finally, they ran out of oxygen, and he raised his head. A dull flush darkened his cheekbones, and his hair hung loose around his face—she must have pulled it free at some point—and his eyes glowed almost silver.

“Let’s move.” He pulled away from her, stood, then picked her up and carried her across the space to the warehouse, putting her down in the shadows of a deep doorway.

“This seems an odd place for a fantasy. Are you going to tell me the details?”

He waved a hand around the area. “This was the closest I could get. So the fantasy is…I’m in the exercise yard at the prison and there’s this gang of bad guys who are about to have their evil way with you.”

“What am I doing in the exercise yard?”

A look of mock irritation flashed across his face. “Maybe they smuggled you in. Or you got lost and wandered in.”

“Over the ten-foot-high wall topped with razor wire?”

“Hey, you’re here, accept it. And you’re naked. Totally fucking naked. So the clothes have to go.” He tugged her sweater over her head, pressing a hard kiss to the skin above her bra.

“You know this is a little farfetched right?”

“Maybe.” But he didn’t sound too put out by her skepticism. He reached behind her, flicked open the catch on her bra and peeled the cups from her breasts. Stepping back, his gaze roamed over her, hot and dark. “Boots,” he said.

She glanced down and kicked off her boots. He opened the fastener of her pants, slowly lowered the zipper, and pushed them down over her hips and thighs. She shuffled out of them, leaving herself naked while Logan was still fully dressed. The sky was lightening around them, daylight close, and she was naked.

“What next?” she asked.

He studied her, head cocked to one side, lips curved in a slight smile. “Well, you’re tied up, your hands above your head.”

“Never going to happen.”