Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [67]
“Sweet?” He rolled his eyes.
“Nice?” she said.
He rolled them again.
“Sexy?”
He grinned. “That’s better.”
He pulled a couple sleeping bags out of the back of his SUV and set them on top of a picnic table.
“We need to lie down to do it properly,” he said.
“Do what properly?” she asked suspiciously, her heart racing a mile a minute at the erotic images that came to mind.
“Watch the meteor shower. Why? What did you have in mind?”
Megan knew damn well what he’d wanted her to think. She smacked his arm, which had little effect through his leather jacket. He spread out one sleeping bag for them to lie on and another to cover them. “You’ll be snug as a bug in a rug, as my granddad would say.”
Logan helped her step up onto the tabletop. A few minutes later she was tucked against his warm body, her face turned to the skies.
“Remember the sky in Last Resort?” he asked.
She nodded.
“There! Did you see that!”
She nodded again. A streak of light across the night sky. A shooting star.
“Make a wish,” he said, turning her face up to his.
The next thing she knew, she was kissing him. He was just too damn tempting. And he tasted so damn good. He unbuttoned her wool peacoat and slid his hands beneath her sweatshirt to find her front-fastening bra, unfastening it with ease.
She tugged his shirt from his pants and slid her hands beneath it to touch his bare chest. His skin was hot beneath her fingertips.
He cupped her breasts in the palm of his hands, rubbing the ball of his thumb over her nipples. And all the while he kept kissing her. Deep, wet kisses that made her moist between her legs.
His hands were on the move, sliding around her waist to the small of her back. She shivered with delight. Then he slowly moved his hand beneath the elastic waistband of her pants and underwear to cup her bare derriere.
Rolling over, he hovered over her, still kissing her. She kissed him back and then some. He shifted his attention around her hip to the place that ached for him. She wiggled against him.
Bells were ringing. It was his phone.
“Damn.” He paused, resting his forehead against her, his fingers stilling. So close . . . “It’s Buddy. That’s the urgent ring.”
Megan knew all about urgent. Her body was humming with urgency. From the feel of his body, he was throbbing with urgency too. Yet he moved away. What was it with this guy and phones and beepers?
Logan swore under his breath as he took the call.
Chapter Fourteen
“I need you to come to my house right away,” Buddy told him. “It’s your dad. He’s fallen off the wagon.”
Logan couldn’t believe it. This was why he didn’t make plans. They always got screwed up. But now it seemed that things got screwed up no matter what.
“Logan, did you hear me?” Buddy said. “Will you come?”
“Yeah, I heard you.” Logan swore under his breath. His dad had been sober for five years now, and he chose tonight to fall off the wagon? So much for wishing on shooting stars bringing you good luck.
Not that Logan had made any wishes. He no longer believed in them. But he knew Megan still did, so he’d planned tonight for her. The Leonids were supposed to appear again tomorrow night. His master plan had been to call her and invite her tomorrow, but when she’d called him tonight, he couldn’t resist seeing her. He’d been fighting the urge to be with her for far too long and now this latest interruption.
“Can’t you manage?” he said.
“No, I can’t.” Buddy’s voice broke.
“Fine,” Logan growled. “It will take me a while to get there but I’ll come.” Logan disconnected the call and turning to Megan. “Sorry to cut this short, but we’ve got to go. That was my grandfather.”
She sat up and pulled her coat around her. “Is Buddy okay?”
“He will be. It’s a problem with my dad, not with Buddy.”
“Was your dad shot? I mean, I know he’s a police officer. Did something happen to him? If it’s an emergency, I can go with you. You don’t have to take the time to drop me off at my place.”
“No, it’s nothing like that.” He gathered up the sleeping