Oh, sweet heavens, I want more of that sound. I want more of him.
Regrettably my lungs eventually start to burn from lack of oxygen, so we slowly pull apart, panting. My eyes open at the same time as his and we gaze at one another. Protruding, intelligent grey eyes stare back at me curiously. Jeez, his eyes are even more beautiful up close. A deep grey with flecks of hazel laced with dark lashes.
“Well damn,” he drawls and stops to lick his lips before he speaks again. “Damn, drink that good, was it?” Oh boy, even his voice is sexy. All smoky and husky, but not in that croaky hoarse type of way, oh no, he speaks in a controlled and confident manner.
My cheeks burn red hot under his gaze, and I chuckle veering my gaze from his, “It was actually, thank you.”
He licks his lips, “Do you go around kissing every man that buys you a drink?” He questions, narrowing his eyes while he pushes a loose strand of my hair away from my face. My mouth drops open and when I feel his fingers brush against my cheek, I have to suppress the overwhelming urge to lean into it.
“No, I don’t.” I reply, practically breathless. “That was definitely a first for me.”
A dark brow goes up and I detect a ghost of a smirk. “Well, in that case darling, I’m flattered,” he expresses coolly, and, in that moment, it dawns on me that we’re still in a rather intimate position. I’m standing between his deliciously thick, muscular thighs and his hand is still on my hip while mine is draped around his neck, our faces so close our noses are practically touching. “You’re not on a girls gone wild bachelorette party, are you?”
I gape at him wide-eyed. “What?”
He gestures with his head toward Hannah and Venice watching us with wide grins spread across both their faces. “Are you getting married?”
I shake my head so fast I make myself dizzy, “God no. It’s my birthday, I’m out celebrating my birthday with my friends, and they dared me to kiss you, so I did.”
Silver fox’s brows pinch together, and he watches me intently for a moment looking like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. “That’s rather brazen of you. What if I’m spoken for?”
Oh shit, is he spoken for? The thought alone of him having a girlfriend or wife stirs a jealousy in me I know I have no business feeling. I don’t even know this man, “Are you?” I ask, removing my hand from his neck and shifting to back away. The grip he has on my hip disappears when he snakes his arms around my waist and hauls me up against him.
I gasp, surprised and silver fox smiles wolfishly. My eyes are instantly drawn to his mouth when he licks his lips and I’m inwardly longing for those lips to be on mine again. “Maybe.”
There’s a roguish glint in his eyes and I exhale when I realize he’s teasing me. “Well, you certainly didn’t kiss me like you’re spoken for.” I point out and his eyes instantly drop to my lips, and he bites down on his bottom lip.
“How did I kiss you?” he asks lowly.
“Ravenously.” I answer, with absolutely zero hesitation. I think I’m starting to get the hang of this whole flirting thing. “Like a man that’s been left to starve and is served his favorite meal and wants to savor every taste.”
“A taste as sinful as yours is hard to resist.”
Not as sinful as your lips.
Those words almost slip right out of my mouth, but I catch myself just in time. That’s a little too forward, or is it? Oh, screw it, if what I have in my head doesn’t go as I’m hoping then I’ll never see him again anyway. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his, the way he's looking at me with such fervor has me transfixed. “Something tells me you’re no stranger to sin, Mr…?” I purr looking up at him through my lashes.
The look of surprise that flashes across his face fleetingly suggests that he wasn’t expecting me to be so forward. My breath hitches in my throat as I wait for his response.
His smirk is cocky as he looks over my face, “Pierce.” He tells me steadily, “Logan Pierce.” Tingles ripple up and down my spine when his large hand enfolds around the back of my thigh. I feel the heat of his hand rapidly spread through me and coil between my legs. With an inward groan I press my legs together.
Fuck, even his name is insanely attractive.
I watch him intently as he slowly slides his hand higher up my leg, his grey eyes glitter wickedly under the florescent lighting of the bar. “This is where you tell me your name, sweetheart.”
“Savannah West.” I force out and swallow against the sudden dryness of my throat when his fingers brush against my gluteal fold. I’m vaguely aware that we are in a bar full of people, and he has his hand up my skirt, but I do nothing to stop him. Logan stares down into my eyes, his thumb drawing lazy circles over my heated flesh which causes my pulse to jump with every deliberate stroke.
“Savannah,” he repeats and I almost swoon right there at the way my name just rolls off his tongue. My eyes close when he leans in, his lips narrowly missing mine to whisper in my ear. “I bet you taste as intoxicating as you smell, Savannah.” I visibly quiver against the heat of his breath on my ear and a breathy moan escapes me. “And you’re right, I’m absolutely no stranger to all things sin, and right now, sweetheart, all I can think about is how my name will sound on your lips, when I sit you on my face and lick that sweet cunt of yours to orgasm,” he boldly declares in my ear.
Holy fuck.
An unappeasable heat swarms my entire body. I’m burning with utmost desire from the inside out. My knees tremble perilously like they’re about to give out on me while my clit flutters and pulses like it has its own damn heartbeat and he’s not even touched me yet.
What is this spell this ridiculously fine-looking man has me under? And why am I so eager to hear more of him whispering such vulgarity to me. God, he smells so good I almost bury my nose into the crook of his neck just to savor the scent. The woody yet citrusy notes of his aftershave only amplify my current state of arousal. When Logan pulls back to look at me, he keeps his eyes on my mouth and I’m sure he’s deliberating whether to kiss me or not, so I wait for him to close the gap between our lips, but he doesn’t. Instead, he draws back a little and my stomach sinks with disappointment.
Will I allow that little snag to deter me? Absolutely not. I’m throwing out the rule book tonight and jumping headfirst right out of my comfort zone.
You can do this Sav, you can be sexy. Every woman has that sultriness buried deep inside her, just tap into yours. I let my eyes leisurely rake over his gorgeous face, “If ever there was a face made to be sat on, it would without a shadow of a doubt be yours.” I voice sensually and inch a little closer. “Though, I think it’s only fair I warn you that I’m not a girl that’s easily satisfied.”