I struggle to explain it. “I didn’t know this was going to happen. I’m not used to this, and I don’t understand what you really want from me.” A weight feels like it’s lifted off my chest as I finally say words that make sense.
Logan takes a moment to assess the words. He’s giving me his full attention and looking as though he’s bartering a deal. Which, in a way, he is. Finally he says, “You need to stop worrying and just enjoy yourself.”
I take another sip of my wine, practically a gulp this time. I don’t think he could possibly understand. I set the glass on the table and Logan’s hand reaches out for mine.
“Give me tonight.” His thumb brushes over my wrist in soothing circles. “One night to show you what it could be like.” I stare into his eyes and want to give in. I want to feel like I did that night we spent together. I want this tension between us to disappear and be replaced with the fire I long for.
I nod my head as I hear the door open behind me and resist the urge to turn and look over my shoulder. Delicious smells flood my senses and I wait patiently for the waiter to set the plates in front of us. Beef tenderloin and salmon for him, and a stuffed chicken for me.
“Is there anything else I can get for you?” the waiter asks.
“That’s all, thank you.” Logan lays his napkin across his lap and then asks me, “Which would you like?”
I look between the plates, they all look tempting. “Whichever you don’t want is fine with me.”
He leans forward with a smile on his lips. “I want them all.” He picks my hand up and kisses my knuckles. “We can have it all, Rose. Let me show you.”
I utter a yes, caught in his trance, and give myself over to him.
Just for tonight.
Chapter 20
Logan
I open the door and gently place my hand on her lower back, leading her into my home. Up until now, I’ve been a gentleman. I’ve shown restraint so I can ease her into this.
As soon as I get her into bed, she’s mine.
“Oh…” she says and trails off with obvious appreciation as she takes in a view of the house. It’s an open floor plan and modern. I hired a designer to make it feel like a real home. In some ways it does. I’ve lived here for five years now, but in many ways it’s more a place to sleep and shower when I’m not in the office. There aren’t many personal things. Anything of real value to me is in my office. I have a room attached with everything I need to stay late there. At first that spare room felt like a hotel. But it quickly reversed. Now this house is the rarity and feels new and cold when I come here. And the spare room in the office is where I spend most nights. It’s where I’m comfortable.
I take a look at Rose as she appraises the modern space, but I don’t give her much time to look around. There’s only one room I’m interested in her getting acquainted with.
I close the heavy front door and lock it, tossing my keys on the front table.
I wrap my arms around her small waist and pull her curvy body into mine. I breathe in her scent and whisper into her hair, “Wait till you see the bedroom.”
She laughs a little at my joke and easily tilts her head as I kiss along her jaw and then down her neck. Her hands grip onto my arms, her blunt nails digging into my skin as I move lower, rocking her gently and taking full advantage of this view of her breasts.
“Logan,” she moans, and it’s the last straw. I pick her small body up and carry her up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
She holds onto my neck tightly and gasps at first, but then her eyes focus on the dip in my throat and she kisses me right there and then up my throat. Each kiss makes my dick harder and harder. Her passion is addicting.
I’m desperate for her by the time I place her gently onto my bed.
“I want you naked,” I breathe as I unbutton the top button of my shirt and then rip it off and over my head. She’s quick to undress as well. It’s tit for tat until we’re both naked and breathing heavily. Her eyes are clouded with desire as she takes in my naked body. They widen as she sees my dick, hard as a fucking stone and just for her. No condom this time. I have her medical records and I know she’s on the shot.
I climb on the bed and it groans with my weight. She backs up slightly and gets onto her knees. She licks her lips, her eyes focused on one part of me. I don’t waste a second to grab a fistful of her hair at the base of her skull and guide her lips to my cock.
She doesn’t hesitate to take it into her greedy mouth. As she swallows my cock down her throat my head falls back. Fuck, she feels so good. She tries to take in more of me, hollowing her cheeks. I look down with my eyes half-lidded as she bobs up and down my length.
I could watch her all fucking day, but I want her pussy. I wanna hear her moaning my name and prove to her that this is worth it. That she didn’t make a mistake by giving in to me.