“I’m not sure how I feel right now, after learning this.”
“Well, let me tell you how I feel,” he offers without my asking, continuing forward in true Logan form. “I feel like throwing you over my shoulder and taking you up to the penthouse suite with the four poster bed surrounded by candles that are waiting on us right now. I feel like putting a ring on your finger and screaming out from that same penthouse for all the world to hear that you’re mine and only mine. I feel like putting a baby in your belly, watching it grow, and then becoming the proudest daddy on the face of the earth. And then doing it all over again and again and again. I feel like if my cock was any harder for you right now it could lift this oak table clear off the ground. That’s how I feel because I want nothing more than to leave my mark inside you, fill you with my come and when it slips from your pussy, I want my dick to stuff it right back inside all night long. I want you tied to that bed upstairs, begging me to let you come as I stare down you pretty little cunt from between your spread legs. I feel like I’ve been starving my entire life, but I didn’t know for what…until you. I want to grow old with you, build a family with you, watch you succeed as an author, and give you all the backing, financial and emotional and any other way I can, that you need to achieve your dreams. I’m your Daddy and that’s exactly why. I want to be there for you in all ways, keeping you safe.”
I swallow hard.
“As soon as we finish eating I want to pop your cherry and take your virginity for myself in a night that neither of us will ever forget. And I want that same kind of intimacy, same kind of trust, every night for the rest of our lives. Day, night, morning…it doesn’t matter. I want you, I want this, twenty-five hours a day.”
I can’t help but giggle. “Twenty-five?”
“I’m going to find a way to squeeze another hour in just so I can spend even more time with you. We need to make up for all the time we’ve lost, and that starts tonight.”
“I’m only eighteen, I haven’t lost that much time.”
“You have no idea. Just the small amount of time since your birthday, those thirty-three days and yes I know to the day how long it’s been because it’s been torture for me not having you every second since that moment. Just imagine all the things we could have been doing for the last thirty-three days.”
I lick my lips. “Oh my.”
“If that’s exactly what you want then we’re on the same page. If not, then we’ve got work to do and won’t go to bed until everything is sorted out first. I’m not forcing you into anything until you’re one hundred percent comfortable.”
“I’m not comfortable at all.”
Logan cocks a brow and tilts his head to the side and back. “Come again?”
“I’m not comfortable at all because my panties are drenched, we’re waiting on food which is keeping us from doing what we both want to do, and I’ve wanted you and only you since I knew what feelings for the opposite sex were. So there you go. I’m not comfortable, I’m steaming angry because I’m tired of waiting on this, on us, on you claiming me once and for all.”
Logan motions for the waiter. “Can you have our food sent up to our room, and just left outside?”
“Not feeling well, sir?” he asks.
“I feel great, it’s just that there’s something else on the menu tonight.”
Logan scoops me up in his arm and carries me in my tiny black dress which he bought me earlier today straight to the bank of elevators.
I playfully use my shoe to tap the up button and once we’re inside he uses his keycard to unlock the elevator’s authorization to the penthouse.
The elevator shoots up with lightning speed just as his lips come crashing down on mine.
8
Logan
I kick the penthouse suite’s door shut with my boot and carry my woman to the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.
“Lie on your back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby girl,” I command almost before she’s rebounded from her bounce on the mattress.
I growl in approval as she immediately gets busy doing exactly what I said and more, pulling her dress up and over her head and making quick work of her bra and panties.
“You’re so damn fucking perfect,” I snarl at her as if I were a wolf, and she a fresh piece of meat laid out before me. And truth be told, that’s not far from reality in this moment.
“Leave those on,” I add, not wanting her to remove the heels. “I want you to feel powerful too and although I know damn near nothing about women’s fashion I know wearing a pair of Christian Louboutin is about as powerful as a woman can feel with clothes on…or off.”
Even from the end of the bed, I can see her clit pulsing as I take in the sight of her, her body calling out to me. It’s like the entire world went still, the earth tilted on its axis as I just stare at her pussy, knowing it’s mine and no one else’s for eternity.”
“Mine,” I growl
.
“I’m yours,” she whimpers.