When I look up to see if there are any taxis around I could possibly hail, I see a black and red motorbike parked right outside the venue. My heart damn near tore through my chest when I see Logan leaning against said bike, his muscular arms crossed over his chest watching me intently and looking like an absolute wet dream.
“Need a ride, Wildfire?” he drawls licking those sinful lips.
I stare at him utterly stunned, likely resembling a deer in headlights. My mind unable to invoke any words at that moment. How on earth did he know where to find me?
I only had two glasses of prosecco, so I know I’m not drunk and seeing things.
“Logan?” I utter taking a couple of steps toward him. “What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?”
Logan smiles and straightens from his leaning position. Those molten eyes openly skim over me. “I have my ways,” he replies ambiguously. I narrow my eyes and cross my arms over my chest smiling playfully
“Do you have stalker-like tendencies that I need to be made aware of, Mr. Pierce?”
Logan grins and casually walks over until he’s towering over me and I’m craning my neck to peer up at him. “Not until I met you,” he murmurs, grasping my chin and tilting my head back. “I’m here to kidnap you. Would you have any objections to that?”
I stare up into his eyes and my heart starts to flutter wildly in my chest. “Hmm, that will be contingent to what you plan to do with me once you kidnap me.”
“Whatever I want,” comes his husky response and my knees shake and almost buckle at the demand laced in that sexy deep tone. I moan when he lightly drags the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip teasingly. “You’ve been on my mind all day, Savannah.” He rasps taking my hand he presses it to his crotch making me gasp when he grinds his rock-hard erection into my hand. “My tongue longs for your taste…” he groans, gripping my jaw with his free hand and sucks my tongue until my head goes faint. “And my dick is fucking aching to be choked by your incredibly tight cunt.”
“Oh God…”
Logan swallows my whimper with a hard and bruising kiss. I was ready and willing to go off with him the moment I saw him standing there. I’ve never felt so needed and desired in my life by anyone and if I’m honest I’m becoming perilously addicted to the way he needs me.
That demure girl I was less than twenty-four hours ago is lost somewhere inside me. I’ve gotten a taste of what it feels like to be bad, and I want to be bad with him, bad for him.
I want him to use me in every way and any way he desires to.
I want this magnificent man to ruin me.
I want to be consumed by him and be his and his alone.
“Say yes.”
“Yes.” I moan a breathy response with absolutely zero hesitancy. “God yes.”
Logan kisses me feverishly again until my lungs burn and I’m forced to unwillingly pull away to suck in a long greedy breath. “Come on.” Logan takes my hand and pulls me toward his bike. My mouth goes dry at the mere sight of it. I’ve never been on a motorbike before. “Hey,” I tear my startled gaze from the bike to look at Logan. “It’s completely safe, I promise you.”
Apprehensive, my eyes move over to the bike again and I exhale, inwardly willing my heart to stop beating like it’s about to give out on me. “Do you trust me?” Logan murmurs pressing a kiss to my temple. My eyes close and I nod mutely. Oddly enough, I do trust him, which is bizarre because I don’t even know him, but here I am about to climb onto his motorbike and go off with him for the second night in a row.
“Good girl.”
Sweet Jesus, the way he calls me that has all my reservations melting away. Logan helps me put my helmet on and I watch him closely. Admiring his gorgeous face and the way he’s biting down on his lip while he fastens the buckle securing the helmet. “Don’t be afraid sweetheart, just hold on to me and remember to lean with me when we turn a corner. It may feel like we’re tipping over but we’re not, okay?” I nod warily and Logan smiles as he turns and gets on the bike. He looks back at me and holds out his hand to help me on. “Come on, Wildfire, jump on.”
I ignore the way my stomach protests at the mere thought of sitting on the damn thing and take his hand. “You good?”
“Mhm, I’m good.”
“Atta girl,” Logan takes both my hands and wraps them around his waist. “Hold on tight and don’t let go, understand?” he instructs, and I utter an inaudible okay. My chest is pressed against his muscular back, the spicy scent of his aftershave surrounds me, and I find it calms my nerves. Logan puts his own helmet on, and I jump out of my skin when he starts the engine and the bike roars to life.
Don’t freak out, Savannah, you’ve got this. It’s just a really fast, really dangerous bicycle.
My arms tighten around him to a point I’m sure I’m cutting off his air supply when the bike starts to move. Thankfully Logan rides slow the first couple of minutes and once the apprehension leaves my body he gradually speeds up. Okay, perhaps I was scared over nothing. It’s rather exhilarating. We roll to a stop at a red light and Logan rubs his fingers affectionately over mine.
I smile frivolously, his touch triggers the butterflies deep in my belly to take flight and flutter wildly. While we wait for the light to turn green I allow my left hand to wander freely, my fingers grazing up his inner thigh, slowly inching toward his crotch. A white Mercedes AMC rolls to a stop beside us. The male driver turns to admire Logan’s motorcycle. My cheeks burn when his eyes lower and he notices my hand very noticeably pressed against Logan’s enlarged member.
I should have stopped, pulled my hand back, but I didn’t. Instead, I find the zipper to his jeans and start to unfasten it while the driver watches. Logan does nothing to stop me, he only moves his hand from mine to caress and squeeze my bare thigh. I gasp when my fingers brush against warm flesh instead of the material of his boxers.
Holy shit, he’s not wearing boxers. That’s so freaking hot!