“Come on, Abby. My house is hardly a den of iniquity.” Okay, maybe he could give a little. “You can always come along the first couple of times. Make sure she’s okay, that Grunt and I are capable of acting in a civilized manner.”
She did that little nibble on her lower lip again, following it with a swipe of her pointed tongue, and he had to bite back a groan. Finally, she took a deep breath and nodded. “That would be good. At least the first time. For me, maybe more than for her.”
He liked that she was being honest. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry if I came across as difficult. Of course you’d want her to stay with you. You just surprised me. I guess I never really thought this through.”
No, she’d thought he was the sort of man who’d want nothing to do with a ten-year-old daughter. She was starting to learn different. But they’d had enough lessons for today. He’d gotten what he wanted. Well, some of what he wanted. Would she give him the rest?
“You want dessert?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“You want to come back to my place, and we’ll fuck each other’s brains out?”
He held his breath as he waited for her answer. If she said no…well, he’d have to try and persuade her. But she pushed back her chair and rose to her feet. “Let’s go.”
Okay, so she was nervous. This was Jenny and Logan’s first solo date. He was taking her to her favorite place—London Zoo. All day, Abby’s fingers had itched with the need to reach for her cell phone and find out if everything was going well. So far she’d resisted.
She hadn’t seen him since the day they’d had lunch together. She’d used the excuse that she was working long shifts, which was true, and she was too tired for anything else. She’d half expected—okay, half hoped—that he would make another nighttime visit, but nothing. He’d obviously accepted her excuses, which went to show she’d been right to think she was nothing more than a novelty.
She hated the little jab of pain that accompanied the thought.
Accept it.
As promised, he’d taken her back to his place and fucked her brains out. She’d never liked the word but it perfectly described what they’d done. There had been nothing soft. It had been hard and brutal, and she had loved every second.
He’d taken her up against the wall in his hallway, as though he couldn’t wait any longer, stripping her of her clothes so she was naked while he was still fully dressed, which she’d found incredibly erotic.
An hour and multiple orgasms later, he’d driven her to pick Jenny up from school, come back to the house, and had tea while he chatted to Jenny and discussed what she would like to do at the weekend, finally agreeing on the zoo.
All while she’d sat there remembering the feel of his hands and mouth on her body.
Everything was slipping out of her control. She was glad it was working between them, but now she had to somehow get a grip. Force herself to see Logan as Jenny’s father and nothing else. Before that lunch she’d told herself she was going to maintain some distance with him. And all it had taken was one sentence to melt her barriers. Well, one sentence and an hour of sitting across from him trying not to remember what he tasted like, what he felt like deep inside her.
Still, she shouldn’t have gone with him. She was a weak-willed nymphomaniac, at least where Logan was concerned.
But all through that lunch, she’d been unable to get naked Logan out of her mind. She was fixated on his penis. But honestly, as penises went, it was just about perfect. Plus he knew exactly what to do with it. When he was inside her, it was as though she were the only thing in his world; he focused solely on her, fiercely possessing her until she could think of nothing else, either.
Ugh!
She had to stop thinking about him like that. Somehow, they had to find a way they could work with each other on a normal basis. For Jenny’s benefit.
She couldn’t afford to allow him any closer, because then, when they split—as they must, because they were too different—she would be bitter and twisted, and incapable of playing nice. Right now, she could maybe turn her back on this without too much fallout, but the longer it went on, the harder it would be. Because sex with Logan McCabe was addictive.
Already after six days, her body craved his touch.
She got up restlessly and moved to stand at the side of the window, staring out, willing them to appear. On Wednesday, she was going on a date with Jack. Perhaps that would take her mind off things. Jack was a nice man, and even better, she wasn’t obsessing about his penis. Actually, she had no interest in seeing his penis. Was that good or bad?
Finally Logan’s sleek black sports car turned into the road and pulled up outside the gate. She glanced at her watch. He was spot on the time he’d said they would be back. Jenny bounced out of the car and ran up the drive. Abby headed to the door and opened it just as her daughter reached the house.