His cock throbbed with the contact.
As her arms slid around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest, he slid his hand up her back. A silent warning went off in his mind. This place held far too many peers and employees for a public display. Yet, he couldn’t bear the thought of easing away from her.
Awareness, need, heat, swirled in the air between them. This was crazy. He wasn’t a man to be consumed by a woman or even his own need for pleasure. Yet, there was something about this woman…about Lucy.
For several songs, they swayed together, bodies pressed close. Electricity pulsated around them like a live charge. Giving in to the desire to feel more of her, he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, feeling the soft strands of her hair brush his face. He slipped his hand beneath her hair, giving in to the need to touch her. She looked up at him, her full lips parted, ready for his kiss. Pools of dark desire seemed to dance under her long, dark lashes.
She palmed his thigh, surprising him with the touch, but more so with the intense reaction it drew. He sucked in a harsh breath, feeling her every move, every touch, every breath, as if it were magnified ten times. She smiled, soft and seductive. His body pulsed in response. This thing between them was too explosive for a place he did business in.
He leaned down near her ear. “What if I said I wanted to take you home?”
Her palms pressed against his chest, as she leaned back to look at him. “I’d say you move fast.”
Her words rang true, but it did nothing to lessen the urgency he felt. They both wanted to be alone. Why not make it happen? In a swift movement, he grabbed her hand and led her off the dance floor. He stopped at a divider column, pressing her back against it, trapping her with his bigger body.
Despite her aggressive actions, he still sensed she was relatively inexperienced, even a bit nervous. It felt vital to get a commitment from her, but to also reassure her. But whatever happened, he wanted to know she was completely committed to what a night alone with him meant.
Because he had no intentions of holding back. He wanted to know every inch of this woman. Logan put a hand on each side of her head, leaning down close to her ear. “I want you, Lucy. Come home with me and let me show you how much.”
Lucy shut her eyes tightly and he sensed that she was fighting her own personal battle. “Say yes, Lucy,” he whispered a bit huskier this time. “I know this is fast, but we both want this.”
Finally, she opened her eyes, “Yes,” she whispered.
* * * * *
They walked hand in hand to an underground parking garage. Logan hit his clicker on his keychain and the lights on a black sports car. Suddenly, Lucy’s heart felt as if it dropped to her stomach. What she had expected, she didn’t know. But to know he had money intimidated. To some that was a good thing. To her…it wasn’t. It made her feel self-conscious. As if he might know she was one of the “other” kind. The poor people. She forced a deep breath. This was a fantasy. The differences between her and this man shouldn’t matter. Only the passion. The heat. The exploration of the night.
He opened the passenger door and waved her forward. Slipping into the sleek vehicle, she felt the brush of his hands, strong and masculine, as they touched her back. And his eyes. They lingered on her legs, making her skin tingle, and warm. For the briefest of moments, their gazes locked. The look he gave her was enough to make any woman burn with desire. Then he gave her a knowing little smile like he knew what she was feeling, and he pushed the door shut.
Oh boy.
Everything about this man turned her on. Her senses hummed with electric charges. She was so alert, so alive. He had done that to her like no one else ever had. But then, what good was a fantasy if not so perfect?
They traveled in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was as if they both hated to break the secret spell wrapped around them. The perfection of the feeling was warm and promising. Anticipation literally pulsed through the darkened car.
Pulling up in front of a high-rise building, nerves suddenly kicked in, and Lucy’s stomach fluttered in reaction. The doorman opened her car door and helped her out. And only moments later, Logan reached for her hand and tossed the keys to the other man. Darting him an admiring sideways glance Lucy mentally reinforced her resolve to enjoy her fantasy night. She would not back out and miss an opportunity to be with this incredible man. Inhaling, she vowed to become the fantasy. No insecurities. No fears.