“Let’s skip dinner,” she mutters.
“That’s too easy.” I grin and tuck her hair behind her ear. “But all during dinner, I’m going to remind you how much I want you.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.” I lower my lips to hers and sweep them across, gently, barely touching her skin, then nibble the corner of her mouth before sinking in and claiming her. She wraps her arms around me, anchoring herself to me and surrenders to me beautifully. Every time she does this, it makes me fall in love with her all over again.
“Seriously?” Jax asks as he walks into the room, freshly showered and dressed in jeans and a red button-down. “Are y’all going to do this all night?”
“Maybe,” Mer replies and nuzzles my nose with her own before pulling away. “Are you and Logan gonna be mushy?”
“You know how I feel about PDA,” Jax replies dryly.
“How does Logan feel about it?” she asks.
“Logan feels good about it.” We all spin in the direction of the voice coming from the front door. He must have just walked through.
“We need to put a bell on that door,” Jax murmurs.
“Hi!” Meredith immediately walks to him and gives him a hug. “I’m Meredith.”
“I figured,” he replies and hugs her back then smiles down at her. “I’m Logan.”
“I hope so,” she replies, then loops her arm through his and leads him over to Jax and me. “This is my boyfriend, Mark Williams. You’ve met Jax.”
“Once or twice,” he agrees with a laugh as he shakes my hand. His grip is firm. As he pulls away, Mer steps back to my side and Logan takes Jax’s face in his hands and plants one right on him.
“Oh my,” Mer murmurs.
“Logan is fine with it,” Logan says again, his eyes locked on Jax’s, before turning back to us with a smile. “I’m also hungry. Where are we going?”
“You’re adorable,” Mer says honestly as Jax watches Logan with lust-filled eyes. He’s clearly falling in love with the other man.
“So are you,” he says with a wink. “Your man’s not bad either.”
I feel my cheeks go red as all three of them watch me with sober faces and then burst out laughing at my expense.
“Thanks, I think.”
“Come on. Mexican food is calling our name.” Mer takes my hand and leads us all to the door.
***
“So you both leave Monday morning?” Logan asks as we eat chips and salsa and wait for our meals to be served.
“Yeah, really early,” Mer replies. “I’m glad it’s only a two hour flight.”
“The VMA’s are next Sunday, right? How long are you staying?”
Holy shit! Will they be gone almost a full week?
“We have rehearsals until Wednesday, then we come home and they’ll rehearse each day before the performance,” Jax replies.
“You’re not dancing in the actual show?” Logan asks.
“No,” Mer replies. “We’ll teach Starla and her dance partner the routine and then they’ll rehearse until the show on their own.”
“So you’ll be home Wednesday?” I ask Mer softly.
“Yeah, mid-afternoon.”
“My whole family is taking a celebratory trip to Vegas on Friday for the weekend. I want to take you with me.”
Her eyes grow big and then she bites her lip.
“That’ll be fun,” Logan says. “What’s the occasion?”
“My brother-in-law is getting married, so it’s a combined bachelor/bachelorette party.” My eyes haven’t left Mer’s yet. “You don’t want to go?”
“I don’t want to leave Jax with all that work…”
“Jax is coming too,” I reply.
“He is?” Mer and Jax reply at the same time.
“Sure. Just close the studio for the week. You’ll love the girls, man. They’re a riot, and they’re already excited to have girls night out with you.”
“I am good with the ladies,” Jax agrees and nods with mock seriousness. “It’s a shame.”
“It sounds like fun,” Mer says with a smile.
“Can I trust you in Vegas?” Logan asks Jax. “Liquor and beautiful women and all that debauchery and shenanigans?”
“I may come home married, but those are easily annulled. You know, it’s Vegas.”
Logan leans in to whisper in Jax’s ear and Mer’s jaw drops when Jax’s cheeks flush and he clears his throat then coughs into his hand.
“Point taken,” Jax says and rests his chin in his hand, unable to look anyone in the eye, but looking very smug.
I lean over and whisper into Mer’s ear, “Go take your panties off.”
She raises a brow but wipes her mouth with her napkin and excuses herself from the table. When she returns, she sends me a wicked smile and under the cover of the tablecloth passes her panties to me, which I immediately tuck into my pocket.
“Good girl,” I murmur and kiss her hand.
“So, Logan, Jax tells me you’re an architect,” Meredith says after our food arrives.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies. “Going on almost fifteen years now.”
“Good for you,” she replies, and I can see that she’s trying to figure the age difference in her head. “Would I have seen any of your work in Seattle?”
“Probably,” he says. “My firm has worked on several of the buildings downtown.”
I offer Mer a bite of my carne asada and while she chews, I lean in and whisper, “I’m going to spend about an hour with my face planted between your legs tonight.”
She gasps and coughs, and I pass her a water glass. “Are you okay, baby?”
She nods and swallows the water and then narrows her eyes at me. “I’m fine.”
I chuckle and resume eating my meal, enjoying the way Mer’s cheeks have flushed and the pulse in her neck has sped up.
She’s fucking turned on.
Of course, that’s the point.
“How long have you been dancing?” Logan asks Meredith.
“Since I could walk,” she replies with a laugh. “I’ve always been in a dance class of some sort. I danced professionally for just under ten years.”
“Good for you. I’d love to watch you and Jax dance sometime.”