Your Captivating Love (12 page)

“Breaking them.”

Logan flips me around, pressing his lips on mine. I grin against his mouth, before giving in to his kiss.

“Let’s move to the shower,” he says after we pull apart. For a few seconds I’m confused, still lost in the bliss of the kiss. Then I understand—there’s a small shower in the shop’s bathroom. I’m planning to eventually remove it since it’ll have no use for my buyers. But for now, for Logan and me, it’ll have an
excellent
use.

I nod fervently. “Let’s go.” My fingers tremble and, when he takes my hand, I notice his do the same. We both have so much sexual tension bottled up, we’re charging the air around us. Once inside the small bathroom, it becomes unbearable.

“I want to see you naked, Nadine.”

We take each other’s clothes off in one minute flat until I remain in only my thong. The sight of his muscular body takes my breath away. I’m too turned on even to talk, but he isn’t.

“You’re so sexy.”

He hooks one thumb in my panties, but instead of taking his time to push them down, he rips them apart. I smile, content to feel his desperation.

“Sorry about that.” His voice comes out as a growl.

“I’m not.”

“I can’t wait to hear you beg, Nadine.”

“I don’t beg,” I reply.

Cupping my jaw, he tips my head up to him. “You
will
beg me. I promise.”

I quiver under his molten gaze, but don’t find it in myself to argue. Instead, I’m looking forward to Logan keeping his promise.

I turn on the water as we step into the small shower. I put some shower gel here when I brought my supplies for the renovation, so I could freshen myself up during work. Now I’ve found an even better use for it.

I pour shower gel in Logan’s palms and mine, and run my hands all over his torso. His abs are even harder than I imagined. His skin seems to heat up under my fingers.

“Touch yourself,” he says. My eyes widen, but I obey. “Touch your breasts. They’re gorgeous.”

I run my fingers around my nipples. Damn, they’re so sensitive that they hurt. Logan lowers his hand to his erection, wraps his palm around it, and strokes himself up and down. The sight is too much for me; my body burns, yearning for him to touch me.

“Change of plans. I want you to touch me,” I say.

“Demanding girl.” Letting go of his shaft, his hands find my breasts and he touches them expertly. But he’s teasing me, the bastard. He circles the skin around my nipples, without actually touching them, driving me crazy. Two can play at this game, so I set out on a mission: make him lose control. I grip his erection, running my palm up and down then up again, rubbing my thumb across the head. Logan takes a breath through gritted teeth.

“Oh, fuck. Nadine,” he grunts out my name, taking a breath through gritted teeth. While I continue to stroke him, he parts my knees with his legs, exposing me. Dropping one hand between my legs, he runs his finger across my folds, up and down. He mimics my moves on his erection, driving me craaaaaazy.

“Need. Touch.” My voice is low and breathy. “Inside me. Now.”

“No full sentences,” he murmurs. “I like that. You know what I’d like more? To hear you beg.”

Gathering all my faculties, I force myself to say a full sentence. Now, both my hands are fisting his hair. “If you’re not inside me in two seconds, you’ll be sorry, Logan Bennett.”

“Menacing. Sounds sexy. Still not what I want to hear.”

He flicks my nipple with one hand and pinches my clit with the other. My hips buck against his, and his erection rubs against my inner thigh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to be inside you right now, woman.”

I chuckle. “Really? I’ll tease you some more.”

Abruptly, he flips me around, my ass brushing his crotch in the process. We both gasp.

He nudges his knee between my legs, parting them once again. Then he slaps his erection against my slit, setting my body on fire. I swallow hard, my knees threatening to give in.

“Please, Logan. I need you. I beg you.”

“Grip the shower railing.” His voice comes out as a growl. “You’ll need to hold on to something.”

He steps out of the shower briefly and retrieves a condom from his jeans, putting it on. He glances at me once, smiling devilishly, before entering the shower again. I grip the railing as he instructed while he peppers my back with kisses. The chaste pecks make me shiver. I grip the railing tighter when I feel him poised at my entrance.

“You’re so wet, Nadine. I love this.”

He slides the tip of his erection inside me then pulls back out. He repeats the in-and-out movement a few times, only with the tip, touching a spot inside me that makes me hungry for all of him. Nibbling at my earlobe with his teeth, he says, “You’re tight, babe.”

“God, Logan. Please. I need all of you inside me. Now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He enters me slowly, inch by inch. As I take him in, my inner walls clench around him with delight and protest.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I say, leaning my head back.

He kisses the exposed side of my neck. He pulls out then slams back into me hard. Logan makes love to me in a maddening rhythm, flicking my nipples with his fingers.

“This is so good, Nadine.”

Feeling his hot breath against my earlobe is amazing. Feeling him inside me is almost too much to bear. My entire body is on fire, desperate for release. Logan drives into me even harder, dropping one hand to my clit.

“I’m so close,” he whispers, circling my clit until my legs buckle. I grasp the railing even harder, moving my other hand behind me to grip his neck. A crushing pressure forms inside me, threatening to undo me.
Oh, God
. I will come so hard I might pass out. When he starts widening inside me, my thighs quiver.

“Logan—”

“Now!”

I come harder than I ever have, tremors overcoming me as we both ride our orgasms out. Afterward, Logan holds me in his arms until I calm down, kissing my shoulder gently.

***

“L
et’s wrap this up for today,” Logan says as we dress. His shirt is finally dry, and he puts it on.

“More than agree. I can’t even feel my body.”

Logan grins, running a hand through his hair. “Now, that’s not only because of the work, is it?”

I fold my arms over my chest, enjoying the banter. “Not sure. I do recall doing something equally exerting that was also fun.”

Logan puts one hand on the side of my ear. “What else could be at fault for it?”

“You’re going to make me say it out loud, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. That big ego you keep hearing about? I need to feed it with something. So, tell me.”

“Can’t remember. I guess I need to be reminded.”

“Challenge accepted.” He kisses my forehead. “I want us to head home first.”

“Let’s go,” I say.

“Let me check something before we leave.”

“Okay.” He goes to the front room while I remain in the bathroom, freshening up. When I join him in the front, he’s pacing around the room, sporting a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have bad news. The floor is rotten.”

“No.” I freeze. “The owner said there was no need for ground renovations.”

“He lied so you’d sign without bringing a specialist to check the place. I was rather suspicious when he told you to sign right away. In all my years of business, whenever someone gave me an ultimatum, there was something fishy going on.”

“I checked the place, but it didn’t even cross my mind that he was lying to my face.”

“I can have your contract canceled, and I can make that moron very sorry, just say the word.”

“No.”

Logan narrows his eyes. “That wasn’t the word I expected.”

Massaging my temples, I calculate a few things. “Even with this roadblock and his lie, this is still the best deal I can find. The location is excellent and...”

“Fine, keep the location,” Logan hisses through gritted teeth. “I can still make the asshole sorry.”

“I’ll give him a piece of my mind when I see him. Please, don’t get involved, okay? I can handle this.”

Logan still shoots daggers with his eyes, but I hold his gaze until he nods. “I know this is a setback.”

“Setback” is an elegant way of saying I’m screwed. Depending on what caused the rotting in the first place, and how far the damage extends, this will delay my ability to open the store for a few weeks, if not a month, even with Logan helping. That means another month where I only have costs with the rent and no revenue. One step forward, two back. Story of my life. Can’t catch a break. If there’s an asshole within a hundred-mile radius, I’ll find him and let him scam me. I might as well take this as the warning sign it is: I should concentrate on my business one hundred percent.

“I’ll be all right” is all I say out loud. “I always am, eventually. I’ll figure something out.”
Like how to survive on even less money.

“We’ll figure something out together, okay?” Cupping my cheeks, he kisses my forehead. “Let’s go home now.”

“I really should sleep at my place tonight. I don’t have anything to change into for tomorrow.”

“We’ll go to your place so you can pack some things, and then we’ll go to my apartment, okay? Nadine, let me take care of you. I don’t want you to be alone. Besides, I still have a challenge to fulfill. I must remind you why you’re sore. Can’t very well do that if we’re not in the same place. Or do I have to use the ‘extra sleep’ card again?”

I laugh. “Great. Now you have an even stronger card than extra sleep. Extra sex.”

Two thoughts war within me. One is that I should keep my distance from him, go back to my apartment, and draft out a fight plan for the next few months, taking this setback into account. The other thought is that I can’t possibly face being alone in my crappy apartment when the alternative is spending the night with this amazing man. Under Logan’s stubborn gaze, the second trail of thought wins. I’ll stop overanalyzing this and just enjoy it, for however long it lasts.

“Let’s go.”

***

W
e take a short trip to my apartment. I intend only to grab clothes for tomorrow, but Logan makes me pack for several days.

Once we return to his apartment, he instructs, “Go into the bedroom and strip.”

“Well, that was straightforward.” I can’t help smiling the entire time I undress in his bedroom. I expect him to burst inside any minute now. Instead, he tells me to step out of the room and come in the bathroom. Sex in the tub. That sounds very appealing. Opening the door to the bathroom, I can’t believe my eyes. There’s a bubble bath waiting for us.

“I prepared a hot bath for you.” He emphasizes the word you, while his eyes travel hungrily up and down my body. “Relax in it while I make you dinner.”

“Logan, I... Wow.”

“Told you I’d take care of you.”

Feeling my eyes beginning to sting, I turn around, pretending to concentrate on the bathtub. I’m used to taking care of others, not the other way around. Logan’s setting the bar pretty high for any man who’ll come after him.

When I slip inside, I relax almost instantly.

“This is perfect.” I sink deeper in the water, watching Logan. His hair is wet, and he smells of mint shampoo or shower gel. “This could even make me forget that I’m only having you to myself for half a day tomorrow.”

“I can—”

“Don’t you even dare mention canceling on your parents.”

He said that he usually visits his parents on Sunday afternoons, and I don’t want him to change that for me. “Now, go and leave me alone. You’re disturbing my relaxation juju.”

He smiles. “Fine.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” I ask seductively.

“Nope. I’ll get my share of you later. I’d like to make it to the bed with you this time around.” He winks before leaving.

I enjoy the bubbles and wonder if I’m making a mistake by spending time with Logan. He’s wonderful, of course, but my track record with men is proof that I should thread carefully.
Should I stay over today too?
I run my hands over my thighs, remembering how he made love to me. This man is talented in bed—or, well, in the shower. The things he made me experience were out of this world. He’s a true charmer out of bed too. He’s slowly winning me over—helping me, making me laugh, and spoiling me. Oh, what the heck. Why should it be a mistake to give in to a man who treats me like a princess? I can let him rock my world, even if it’s just temporary.

By the time I finish with the bath and step out into the living room, I decide not to overthink this. I will simply let this amazing man woo me.

I find him in the kitchen. He changed into a fresh pair of jeans. These, too, hang low on his hips, fueling my imagination.

“Whatcha cooking?” I ask him.

“Tenderloin beef with mango salsa.”

“Wow, this sounds fancy.”

“Nothing but the best for the lady. I must impress you enough so you won’t have second thoughts about staying over tonight.” He glances at me from the corner of his eyes.

“I was thinking about that in the tub. How did you know?”

He turns to me. “I could tell you were afraid this is moving a little too fast.”

“Is it?”

He smiles. “Maybe, but who cares? As long as we’re happy, I don’t see what the problem is. I’ll be honest. I don’t know where this will lead, but let’s not worry about that. Being around you makes me happy. Being inside you makes me even happier.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re such a man.”

“And proud of it. Do I make you happy?”

“Very,” I admit. “You spoil me.”

“Glad you approve, because I plan to spoil you a lot more.”

We fall into silence and, as I watch him proficiently cook, an unwanted truth slips out of my mouth. “No one’s cooked for me in years, even before I moved to college.”

“How come?” he asks with a frown.

I fold my arms over my chest, preparing to back out of the conversation because I haven’t talked about this to any man I’ve dated. Instead, more truth slips past my lips.

“Mom was sick all the way into my high school years.”
I can tell him the whole truth, can’t I? He won’t judge.
“She suffered from clinical depression, but didn’t receive treatment until I was a high school sophomore. They were desperate years. I felt like the adult in our house most of the time.”