Page 10 of Sin for You

I wanted him. I’d wanted him for longer than I could remember.

If I pulled away, he’d let me go and I might never get another chance to find out for sure. Nerves took off in my belly like a startled flock of birds as I fisted his shirt at his sides and turned my head just a little so my lips brushed his skin, the smooth bit of his cheek just above his beard. “Thank you, Logan,” I said.

Bull stilled, the muscles under my hands tensing up.

I kissed that smooth skin again. “For everything.”

He shifted, about to pull back—I knew it with the way he tensed even more—but before he could do that, while he was still bent low enough for me to reach his mouth, I got up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his.

He didn’t kiss me back, but he didn’t move away either.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever known,” I said against his insanely soft, firm lips, then kissed him again.

One of those growls rolled up from his chest and his arms banded tighter around me for a split second before he jerked his head back, breaking our tentative lip-lock.

I stumbled a little when he released me and stepped back abruptly.

I grabbed the bar for support. “Bull?”

He shoved his fingers through his hair then gripped the back of his neck. “What the fuck was that?” he rasped. “Christ, Quinn.”

Heat immediately burned my cheeks. “I just…I thought…” Wrong obviously.

His hands went to his hips and he was breathing heavily, color high. His gaze moved over me, then shot down to his feet. “Fuck,” he said again.

Oh God.

Oh God, no.

He didn’t want me. And I’d just made a complete fool of myself. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have done that…I was just…I…” Yeah, I had nothing.

And neither did Bull.

So I spun and ran from the bar, ignoring him when he called after me.

Chapter Three

Bull

I walked out of my office and into the bar, scanning the room, seeking Quinn out since her shift started twenty minutes ago.

I frowned at the relief I felt when I saw her moving across the room, a tray of drinks balanced in her hand.

Yeah, things were weird between us, but I liked to know that she’d arrived safe. Usually she’d stop by my office and let me know, fire some smart-assed comment at me, then chuckle at my reaction.

She hadn’t done that for close to a week.

Five days she’d come in, got to work, and pretended like I didn’t exist.

She looked tired. Shit, she’d looked tired the last three months.

I stomped farther into the room and moved some tables back that had been pushed together the night before by a large group. I noted Quinn stayed as far away from me as she could while I did it.

I lifted one of the tables and carried it to its usual spot, then the chairs, with maybe a little more aggression than was necessary, but fuck, there was this tension vibrating through me I didn’t know what to do with.

Dot, one of the other waitresses, walked by and glanced at me, giving me a nervous smile, then rushed away. I frowned and looked around the room. Quinn wasn’t the only one giving me a wide berth.

Awesome. Now I was terrifying my staff.