“I can show you what I love about you.”
Without waiting for an answer, Logan covers my mouth with his in a breathtaking kiss. His lips nip at mine hungrily, his tongue expertly exploring my mouth, coaxing whimpers of pleasure out of me. I kiss him back with the same passion until we’re both breathless. Logan’s grinning when we pull apart. His good mood is infectious.
We leave the apartment holding hands, and I have no more thoughts of going to my place for now, though I’m still worried. In my experience, when things seem too good to be true, that’s usually the case.
***
Since my organizational skills don’t improve over the next few weeks, I decide to spoil my man with a bath one night in November. I buy candles and bubbly gel, preparing everything in time for his arrival.
When I hear him open the door, I say out loud, “I’m in the bathroom.”
A few seconds later, Logan pokes his head in. His eyes register all my romantic setup, but his expression is apologetic rather than happy.
“Sorry, I have a last-minute meeting. I needed to grab something from home. Don’t wait for me, I’ll be late.”
“Are you sure you can’t join me for a little while?” I pout.
Logan shakes his head.
“Okay.” A plan already forms in my mind. I have to up the stakes and be more convincing, show him what he’s missing. With Logan still here, I drop my clothes bit by bit, watching him while I do so. I step in the bathtub, making a “come here” sign with my forefinger. I am so hijacking this meeting of his.
“I want one kiss before you leave.”
“Nadine, you’ll be the death of me.” His tone is so husky that warmth pools between my thighs. He bends to kiss me but I pull back, lowering myself in the bathtub, lying on my back so my body is visible only from the shoulders up. I run my hands up and down my inner thighs, making sure Logan sees I’m moving my arms.
“Nadine, are you touching yourself?”
“Why don’t you reach down here and find out?”
Sweat breaks out at his temples. “Jesus, you’re not letting me out of this, are you?”
“No. It’s your fault. You’re very sexy in this suit. I want you to take it off.”
Logan shrugs off his jacket then removes the cufflink of his right wrist, rolling up his sleeve. When he dips his hand in the water, he goes straight for my sex, cupping it. My hands are just playing on my thighs.
“You were tricking me.”
“It worked.” I close my eyes and lean my head back, resting it on the edge of the tub. Logan runs his fingers up and down my folds, teasing me. “Now this is the best way to relax.”
“Look at me.” His commanding tone sends shivers through me, despite the warm water.
Opening my eyes, I watch him panting while he pleasures me with his expert finger.
Abruptly, I rise on my knees, splashing water around. “I need to touch you.”
“I have to go,” Logan says, but his stance remains unchanged. That’s my cue that he won’t resist me. Careful not to make him too wet, I undo his belt, lower his zipper, and push his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection.
Taking a deep breath, I move my lips across his length, watching his eyes as I do. As he fists my hair, I feel powerful and wanted at the same time. I test his boundaries and his will by speeding up just a bit.
“I won’t last, Nadine.”
I don’t stop; I only increase my pace.
“Fuck.” Logan throws his head back, grunting out my name again and again. Abruptly, he pulls away. He grabs a condom from a nearby shelf, rips the foil, and slides it on.
“I need to be inside you,” he grunts. Lowering himself to my level, he kisses me hard. I tangle my hands in his hair, pulling him in the water with me. I only realize what’s going on when I hear a giant splash of water and see Logan step into the tub, still fully clothed.
“Logan, your suit—”