Xander slanted a questioning glance in his direction. Logan couldn’t take his eyes off her or unscramble his brain enough to answer. He hadn’t been this close to her in twelve years, one month, fifteen days, six hours, and a handful of minutes. Now she was in a dungeon to train as a submissive. With him. She jerked from his hold and swatted his hand away, glaring at him with the full force of those furious brown eyes. Logan’s belly pulsed with dark thrill and sexual heat. His first urge was to back her against a wall and bury himself deep inside her. “My name isn’t Cherry,” she hissed. “It’s Tara, not that I expect you remember.” Oh, he remembered. Hell, he couldn’t forget. How was it possible that taking her virginity at sixteen had virtually ruined him for every other woman? He wished he could deny it, but if he tried, he’d be lying. Looking at her now, she was twice the woman she’d been as a young girl. He’d seen more beautiful females, but none who flipped his switch more.
