Abby punched her pillow and slammed her head back down. It was after midnight, but she couldn’t sleep. Jenny had taken an age to settle. She’d been hyper and hadn’t stopped talking about Logan. She’d wanted to know everything about him, asking question after question, which were all a little difficult to answer because Abby knew virtually nothing about him or his family, except he had a brother with a nipple ring and a father who hated the police. She’d have to make him a questionnaire. Maybe she could email it to him so they wouldn’t have to meet. She was guessing she wasn’t his favorite person right now.
But it wasn’t that keeping her awake. It was that damn kiss. Short and not particularly sweet, she couldn’t get it out of her head. The feel of his firm lips on hers, which made her think about where else those firm lips had been. The other night he’d tasted her everywhere. No one else but Logan had ever done that for her and it had been…unforgettable. Her insides melted at the memory, a now-familiar little pulse beating between her thighs.
He wasn’t even here and he was driving her wild. Her nipples were hard beneath the strappy camisole she wore over her pajama bottoms. She bit down on her lip as she ran her palm over the tight little peaks and felt the touch between her legs. She imagined Logan’s mouth there, sucking and pulling, and she wriggled against the mattress.
It was no good. If she didn’t do something she would never sleep. Closing her eyes, she stroked her hand from her breasts down over her belly, slipping it under the waistband of her pajamas. Then lower, imagining it was Logan’s hand, Logan’s fingers sliding between the folds of her sex. God, she was wet. She touched her clit lightly, then harder.
The phone on her bedside table rang and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Who would phone her at this hour?
She had an inkling, as though she had conjured him up with her fantasies. She pulled her hand free, sticky from her own juices, and picked up the phone with her other hand. “Yes?”
“Abby?” Of course she recognized his voice; it was imprinted on her memory. Right now it sounded low, growly, sexy as hell, and tingles zinged up and down her nerves.
She swallowed. “Yes.”
“I want to see you.”
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. “To discuss Jenny? We can talk tomorrow.”
“No, not to discuss Jenny. Not to discuss anything. There’s only one thing I want your mouth doing right now, and it isn’t talking.”
“Oh.” An image flashed in her mind: her on her knees in front of Logan, his cock, hard and ready and right in front of her face. She licked her lips but couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.
“So?” he said as the silence drew out between them. “Are you going to let me…see you?”
“When?” What had happened to keeping her distance? She was so weak willed.
“Now would be fucking good.”
“Now? It’s after midnight and I’m in bed—”
“There’ll be time to sleep when you’re dead, baby. Get your ass out here.”
“Out here? Where are you, Logan?”
The sound of a car horn startled her. For a second she thought it was from the phone, then she realized the noise originated right outside her house. She scrambled out of bed and shuffled across to the window, drawing back the curtain. A black pick-up truck was parked at the curb. The headlights were off, but in the light from the streetlamps she could make out Logan lounging in the driver’s seat. He raised a hand in her direction.
Her mouth went dry and her pulse raced. She put the phone back to her ear. “What the hell are you doing here, Logan?”
“I was sitting at home, just me and Grunt, and I started thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
“You and me. And a few of my more persistent fantasies. A minute later I had my hand down my pants and my fist around my cock, and I was imagining your mouth doing all sorts of interesting things. And I thought—fuck this. I want the real thing. So here I am.”
Be strong Be strong. “Well, you can go away again. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Not going to happen, babe.” The horn sounded again, and across the road a light went on.
“Will you stop that? You’ll wake the neighbors. And Jenny.”
“Come out then, and I’ll stop. Come on, Abby, where’s your sense of adventure.”
“Bloody hell,” she muttered.
Would it be so bad? Just once? After all, hadn’t she been doing the same thing, pleasuring herself while imagining Logan doing all sorts of wild and wicked things to her? Now here he was.
“Don’t you have a fantasy or two?” he murmured and she gripped the phone tighter. “I can make them come true. Anything you like. You only have to ask.”