It’s the same rage boiling through me.
“What a horrible woman,” Lucy says.
I nod. “She has no right to talk to you like that. But you held your own, Lucy…morethan held your own.”
“I thought you were going to punch him,” she says softly. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I wanted to,” I snarl. “If he’d finished that pathetic little insult, I know I would have. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
Just like with you.
“At least the little prick apologized,” I say.
She reaches over and takes my hands. I can feel her warmth, the feeling blazing through her.
“Do you think we could leave?” she says softly.
“We don’t have to, not because of them.”
She shakes her head slowly, takes a step forward, and looks up at me with a glint of daring in her eyes. It’s that on-the-edge look again, but this time she looks ready.
Ready to fall. Ready forus. Ready for the future.
“Not because of them,” she says. “Because of us.”
I squeeze her hands with more possessive fire. “Then let’s get out of here.”
“Okay. Let me just tell Jane quickly. I bet she won’t mind. She’s having a great time.”
I wait, warning myself to calm down until we’re back at my apartment, even as my mind strips away Lucy’s clothes and mentally stares at her naked. Her curves, the width of her hips, and the curvaceous form of her body drive me feral.
And finally,finally,I can let myself go with her.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Lucy
“That was so fun,” I say, sitting on the edge of his bed.
My body hasn’t stopped pulsing since we walked into the apartment, as though my heartbeat is only adding to the lust. It’s how aware I am of what’s going to happen, of his size.
But I want it. Badly. I ache for it.
I can do this.
If I can face an Oscar-winning actress, I can dothis.
I’m not going to be a victim of my nerves anymore. I won’t stand for it.
I’m so glad I didn’t lose my virginity before now.
It’s the way Logan looks at me as he stalks across the room, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his top buttons undone to show his broad chest His silver-colored pants show the outline of his huge manhood, the lust bursting from him, the same way it shimmers through me.
He stops a few feet short, staring down at me.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” he says fiercely. “How beautiful. And the whole world knows now, Lucy…we’re together. You’re mine. The amount of times I mentioned you tonight, the word’s going to get out. My playboy days are behind me.”
“Yourfakeplayboy days.”