When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 49

ARTEMISIA

"Where the fuck have you been?" Logan glares at me from the top of the stairs.

I scoff, forcing a smile as I walk up to him. "Good evening to you too, Logan."

He exhales through his nose while he frowns. "Where have you been so long? You were supposed to finish with the pups about 5 hours ago." Getting hold of his wrist as he looks at his watch, I turn into his arm to lean against him and look at it as well. "Is it so late already?" "Missy..." he reprimands me, but I can feel how he is breathing me in.

Grinning up at him, I let my eyes move down onto his lips before looking back up into his darkened eyes. "I went out to have dinner with Lisa." "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, acting like having me this close wouldn't bother him.

"I wrote Cayden a text, didn't he tell you?" I ask him, pouting theatrically.

He growls, grimacing. "Of course he told me! But why do I have to find out by a messenger and not directly by my mate?"

"Sorry," I say, turning back around to lay my hand on his chest. "I thought you and Matt were angry at me, so I didn't want to bother you two."

"I'm not angry at you, and you are not bothering me," he leans in, kissing my cheek. "We just have to sit this one out, and I promise that it will be all alright soon."

"You still have to tell me what the thing is that we are sitting out," I say, my eyes glued on my hand. "Why is everybody around me informed except for me? I get filled in by random pack members instead of my mates."

Logan grabs my chin gently, steering me to look back up at him. "This is a bit more complicated, and it's Fynn's job to tell you. Don't think that we aren't kicking his stupid ass daily to finally talk to you. I'm the first who wants to finally spend my time with you without all this drama. Give him time, and we will finally be able to talk about the marking ceremony."

"That would be nice." I nod, moving my fingers over the fabric of his shirt. "And I will inform you as well in the future, please forgive me."

"Already forgiven," he says, finally flashing me a smile.

Wrapping his arms around me, he hugs me against his frame and I lean my head onto his chest, sighing happily. The light chuckle vibrating from him makes me smile. It would be the ideal moment to talk about my wolf, but as I predict his reaction to be closer to Fynn's than to Matthew's, I find myself being scared of him finding out.

"Would you mind having me sleep at your place?" I ask in a whisper, making him groan.

"I don't think that is a good idea, Missy," he answers, kissing the top of my head.

After what happened today, I don't want to stay in my room tonight, and I really don't want to move out of his embrace. "Oh, come on. I'll be good. Pretty please."

He laughs as I look up at him with puppy dog eyes and presses a featherlight kiss on my nose. "I'll get in trouble, babe. They would kill me if they found out."

"Let's not tell them then," I suggest with a grin, and he shakes his head.

Looking around pensively, he wets his lips with his tongue. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Yes! I'll hurry up to get my jam-jams." I laugh as I kiss his cheek and tear myself out of his arms.

He only lets go of me reluctantly and frowns at me. "Nothing too sexy, Missy."

"I just used the word jam-jams, Logan," I answer in a condescending tone before I run up to my bedroom.

Hurrying through my bedroom and bath, I collect everything that I would need for the night before I run back down to Logan's quarters.

I knock swiftly before I let myself in.

"Ooh." Staring around mesmerised, I clasp my things to my chest.

Other than Matthew's rooms, Logan's are painted in a dark grey while the interiors are in different shades of black. It really suits him, and I stare in awe as I reach him standing in the kitchen.

He is about to open a bottle of wine with a sly grin, making me chuckle. "Isn't it too late for that?"

"Do you have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning?" he asks smugly, and I purse my lips while shaking my head. "Then it'll be alright."

I lift my nightwear into the air. "I'll set them down real quick."

"Sure, make yourself at home," he says, making my heart bloom.

Stepping into the bedroom, my heart skips a beat. I set down my clothes on the gigantic bed, throning on a heightened platform with incorporated steps.

He really is all the opposite of Matthew.

I jump down the last step with a giggle and go into the en-suite bathroom to put down my small beauty bag. Gasping, I stay frozen in the bathroom, staring in awe at the dark-tiled room with the huge walk-in rain shower. My rooms are super cosy, but Logan's are so elegant that they make me feel like I never want to leave again.

The worst thing about this is that I

promised to be good, and my thoughts are already flooding with indecent pictures of us showering together in the morning.

Tearing myself out of my day-dream, I walk out of the bedroom to reach Logan who is already waiting for me on the terrace with a sly grin. Oh, he knows.

"Took you quite a while, mate," he mocks me as I take the wine glass he is offering me. "Did you see something you liked?"

"Ah, sorry. I was just snooping around," I say lowly, avoiding his gaze to hide my blushing.

He laughs as we sit into the lounge, and he pulls me close, moving my legs to lay over his.

Taking a sip from my glass, I let my gaze wander over the landscape. "The view is amazing!" "Hm-mhm," he hums, and I turn my head to find him already looking at me.

"Mine is amazing as well, but you see the

that theer and the little hills. Now y are bathed in moonligh

it

looks like a painting," I gush, and he smiles.

"You can come over to look at it whenever you like to!" he offers me, and I lean my head onto his shoulder. "Thank you," I smile, sighing..

We fall into a comfortable silence while we sip our wine.

"Have you told your family about us?" Logan asks, disrupting the silence.

Shaking my head, I look up at him and he clicks his tongue. "Are you so embarrassed about us?"

"Not at all!" I protest, making him smile at me. "But I wanted to wait for things to be more... official."

He caresses a strand of hair out of my face, and I lean into his touch. "Understandable."

"My family is a bit overprotective, especially my brothers. And I don't want them to worry."

"Sure, especially seeing the rumours about us circulating." His voice gets lower as we lose ourselves in each other's eyes.

My heart flips in my chest as he pulls me even closer and I barely nod as a response as he drives his hand into my hair. "Well, you did your part to have them circulating, though," I whisper, making him chuckle. Leaning in, his lips are now just millimetres away from mine.

I gulp in anticipation as he continues to hover over my lips teasingly. "We might have been playing around with you folks a bit as it was fun to mess with you while you were running your mouths."

"I can't believe you!" I can't keep myself from laughing, and he grins.

"What do you think about us now?" he asks, his lips grazing mine.

Closing my eyes, I sigh as my mind risks going crazy at his teasing. "I still think that you are acting entitled..."

"Are we?"

I nod repeatedly while his grin grows.

"And strong..."

He hums as he moves his lips over mine again.

"And dangerous..."

His hand moves up my thigh, pushing my skirt up as he tilts his head.

"And absolutely, addictingly hot," I whisper, making him growl.

I shift in my seat as he grabs the back of my thigh, and bites into my bottom lip. A mewl escapes my throat, making him release my lip from his teeth.

"You surely are risking a lot, telling me all those things, Missy," he whispers huskily, making my core throb.

My eyes wander from his lips to his eyes, my heart skipping a beat at meeting his intense gaze. "Show me!"

His lips stretch into a broad sly grin, and I realise that I might have pushed my luck too far.