Logan’s lips curl into a knowing smirk and the challenge that ignites in those grey eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by me. His free hand comes up and he grips my chin, tilting my head up slightly. “Do I look like the type of man that would allow a girl to leave his bed unsatisfied, darling?” he drawls, his thumb tracing the outline of my lower lip. “One night with me and not only will I fuck every one of those losers you’ve slept with before me out of your system. I’ll also make certain that you’ll be incapable of walking straight for days.”
Jeezus, I have never in my life burned so hot for a man. I’d let him have his way with me right here and now in the middle of the bar what with the way my pussy is pulsating lasciviously between my legs.
“Why are we still standing here?” I ask him brazenly and he wets his lips, the corner of his eyes crinkle slightly while staring into mine. “Take me home, Logan Pierce and show me what I’ve been missing.”
Damn, just saying those words felt outlandish to me, but goodness the ravenous look on his face had me feeling some type of way I’ve never felt before. I’m nervous and excited all at the same time and I’m unsure what to focus on, my breathing or the incessant throbbing between my legs.
Logan’s fingers move from my chin and dance over my collarbone and curl at the nape of my neck. A surprised gasp escapes me when he grips my nape tight and draws my face closer to his, his lips brush along my cheek before they brush against the shell of my ear when he speaks to me in a low gruff tone. “Are you sure you’re ready for what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart?”
No. I’m not, but if there is one thing I’m certain about, it’s that I want every delectable inch of him pressed against me and there is no denying the flaming desire I have coursing through my body for this magnetic force of a man.
“We won’t know if we keep standing around here now, will we?” I tell him gallantly, and when he draws back a touch and peers down into my face, almost as if he’s searching for reassurance or any sign of doubt, I inch closer, my lips almost grazing his. “I’m bursting to strip you out of these clothes and explore every inch of what you’ve got hiding under all these layers of clothing, Mr Pierce, because from what I can see it will certainly not disappoint.”
Logan smiles and his thumb strokes the back of my neck, “Want to know what I’m dying for sweetheart? To feel your nails clawing wildly at my back when I pin your knees by your ears and fuck you savagely until you’re begging me to stop.”
“What if I don’t want you to stop?”
“Then we’ll keep going.” He affirms, his lips grazing the length of my neck. “Until we’re both spent and pass the fuck out.” My eyes close and I sway on my feet, my head swims with irrepressible desire, my panties now completely soaked through. “The immoral things I’ll do to you will taint your purity, darlin’.” A lustful moan pushes past my lips when he sinks his teeth into my neck, biting with just enough force to send a jolt of pleasure rippling straight to my core before he runs his tongue over it.
I smile and draw my head back a little so I could look at him. “As long as you taint me using that mouth, I’m all in, Mr Pierce.” I purr, feeling daring I drag my index finger along his jaw.
Logan stares at me, smiling handsomely. “Oh, I plan to use more than just my mouth, sweetheart.” He drops a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table and rises from his bar stool and I crane my neck to peer up at him.
Fuck, he’s tall. I mean, truth be told most people are when compared to my tiny ass, but I didn’t pay much attention to how long his legs were until he is stood at his full height. “I’m going to tell my friends that I’m leaving really quick and meet you by the exit.”
Logan nods and his eyes very briefly veer over my shoulder to Hannah and Venice standing by the bar flirting shamelessly with two guys, one of them being Logan’s friend that he arrived with. “It seems our friends are too occupied getting acquainted to concern themselves with our absences.”
I chuckle and nod looking over at my friends rather content with their company, “I think you might be right,” I should go over there and tell them I’m leaving; it would probably be the sensible thing to do, however the heat from Logan’s hand pressed to the base of my back has me more than eager to leave this bar with him. Those whispered promises of what he plans to do to me and the thrill of not knowing what will happen after we leave this bar has the confined, wayward girl squirming animatedly inside of me.
It's such a bizarre feeling to be so eager to go off with a stranger, but I feel oddly comfortable and safe with him. There’s just something so calming about his presence that quietens any doubts I have. “Shall we?” he questions before he leans in close to my ear, “Every second we waste standing here sweetheart is one second less I get to spend feasting on your pussy.”
My eyes close and heat rushes up my neck straight up to my face and I feel my pulse race that little bit faster in response to the wickedness of his tone. “Lead the way,” I reply, peering up at him when he draws back.
Logan flashes me a knee weakening smile revealing an undereye dimple just below his left eye. I didn’t even know dimples under the eye were a thing till I saw his and sweet heavens when I tell you it only accentuated his sex appeal. My legs eagerly follow him toward the exit whilst my brain is busy absorbing the feel of his strong fingers lacing with mine as we weave through the crowd of people in the bar.
We walk out of the bar and Logan leads me toward a matte, gun metal Ferrari convertible. I’m no whizz when it comes to car models but looking at this car, I would say it costs more than I’ll ever make in my lifetime… twice over.
I stare at him as he reaches over and pulls the car door open for me. It’s clear he’s wealthy if the car, his Rolex, and the stylish attire he’s wearing is any indication. I can’t help but wonder why or how he wound up in a dive like Q’s. A man as affluent as he seems to be surely would choose to be in some luxurious cocktail bar in Gaslamp quarter.
I marvel at the way his crisp powder blue shirt stretches across the luscious muscles of his strapping back.
My oh my.
Logan straightens and turns to look at me while he holds the door open. “Not too late to change your mind, sweetheart.” He voices tranquilly, licking his lips, those silver eyes penetratingly hold my gaze. I don’t hesitate and walk the short distance between us, my eyes never leaving his as I saunter past him to the passenger side and slide into the plush, red leather seat.
I catch the short nod and the lift of his lip just before he pushes the door shut and walks around the car to get in. I inhale, filling my lungs with oxygen to ease the nerves knotting deep in my belly. There’s a hint of his aftershave mixed with the distinct smell of leather as soon as I get into the car.
Logan pushes a button and the car roars to life. The beast-like rumble of the engine vibrates and travels through my already heated body and when Logan turns and pins me with a sidelong look full of waywardness, I press my thighs together and quickly swallow the moan that almost escapes me. It’s the promise he holds behind his gaze and the anticipation of what’s to come that has me squirming in the leather seat of his half a million-dollar car.
Logan leans across the centre console, his lips grazing along my jaw till he reaches the shell of my ear, “Keep that cunt nice and wet for me sweetheart because I’m going to spend the night making you cum in ways you never thought possible.”
Holy… freaking… shit.