I catch a look in Logan’s eye, one that sends a powerful spark shooting to my core. I shiver lightly, wondering where that look could take me if I let it. I bet he’s an animal in bed, and my God I need some primal lust. It’s been far too long since I’ve been touched with a genuine never ending passion. I chew down on my bottom lip trying to keep my filthiness inside. That might not be appropriate for a first date. Then again… should I mind?
I imagine telling Katherine and the horror on her face… which only makes me want to go for it even more! I tried doing things her way, I attempted adulthood and it didn’t suit me. This just might.
As the waiter descends on our table with the dessert menus clutched tightly between his fingers it feels like an intrusion. I almost want to snap at him to leave us alone because I want to bask in the chemistry for a little while longer, but I don’t.
I smile up at him instead because I don’t want this to end up another disaster.
“Ooh, what are you going to have?” Logan takes his menu and devours it hungrily, almost like I imagine he’d look at me in the bedroom. “I think I might have chocolate cake… or cheese cake… or ice cream.”
“Why not get all three?” I chuckle lightly, flicking my eyes over the food. “If you do, I might do the same.”
Logan nods and we hand the menus back. “Yep, sounds good to me. Go big or go home, right?”
My pulse speeds up and I can feel a fluttering in the pit of my stomach. This is big, this whole night is massive. I’m loving every single second of it and I can’t wait to explore one step further. I stretch my hand out and take his, just needing to have that electricity bolt through me and it doesn’t disappoint. The velvety feel of his skin is intense, it brings me back to life, it unleashes something that’s been locked away. It feels right.
“Thank you for agreeing to come out with me tonight.” I can feel my cheeks blushing violently. “It’s been awesome. Today was a pretty freaky day but knowing that we could have this date cheered me up.”
“Ooh, I almost forgot to ask how your meeting went!” He claps his hand to his head. “Sorry about that.”
“No, it’s fine. It was great actually.” A big smile spreads across my cheeks. “I did really well out of it. Almost well enough to consider my own world wide trip…” Shit, that just fell out. “Or, you know, something.”
I’m supposed to be hiding my crazy not splurging it out! That’s bound to freak Logan out and send him running for this hills. Any sane person wouldn’t want to hear this on a first date. How can I retract it?
“Oh, you should. You’ll love it.” I breathe out a sigh of relief. He isn’t mad. “The world is a big place.”
He seems to accept me for just who I am, even if I can be a bit much, which I love. I crave his acceptance. Logan takes my hand again and squeezes tight, filling me with an intense and powerful warmth. I listen to Logan discuss his world plans once more, lapping each word up differently now. Maybe, if he feels this too, then it isn’t too soon to be worrying about what will happen when he goes because I might be going with him.
One dessert comes, I realize that I’ve ordered far too much because my appetite is gone now. At least it has for food. Now the craving deep inside my body is only for him. I want to see what’s underneath his clothes, I want to know how his hands feel in other places, I need the release that only he can give me.
“Did you want to go for a drink after this?” he asks me with a smile. “I know a cute little bar…” He spots me shaking my head and furrows his eyebrows in confusion, clearly missing my message. “Oh, I see.”
I tuck my finger underneath his chin and raise his eyes to meet mine. “I don’t want to go to a bar because I have drink at my place. It isn’t far so we could always go back there…”
It takes him a couple of seconds but soon he catches where I’m going with this. As realization crosses his expression his eyes almost bug out of his head. It seems he isn’t used to being near someone so forward which is fine because I’m not usually like this either. I want to be a surprise, it means he’ll always remember me.
I also like the thought that he doesn’t do this often. I don’t want to be just another notch. I want this to happen because I’m special. I want to be someone he looks at like that all the damn time.
“Oh, right sure.” A redness crosses his nose. “Yeah, that sounds good. Your place… of course.”
I giggle and give him a flirty wink. I’m like a sexual goddess, a vixen tempting him. I like that feeling, it excites me. It takes all I have to remain seated where I am while I slowly chew my food. I might not want it but I also don’t want to sit here staring at him like a freak. I have all the time in the world for that.
“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” What has happened to me? The bump on the head has sent me crazy! But good crazy thank goodness. I like who it’s turned me into. “Unless you want me to that is…”
Logan gives me a curious look. I can see the intrigue rolling off of him in waves. I shoot him a smile and enjoy the sensation when I get one back. Soon I’ll be even more familiar with him which I can’t wait for. The closer I get to that moment, the increasingly desperate I become.
9
Logan
I don’t know what the hell is going on here but I’m following Al’s advice and going with the flow. However crazy Tamara seems it isn’t enough to put me off so I’m going with it. Maybe we’ll talk about the argument later on. Perhaps we’ll discuss it with laughter and hindsight or maybe not. At this point who the hell cares?
Tamara slides her hand into mine and we walk towards her apartment. I hope Al’s car will be okay where it is, I did clear it with the restaurant. I guess I’ll pick it up tomorrow morning if this heads the way I think it might be. It certainly seems that way judging by the way she keeps shooting me sexy glances. I sure hope so. It’s been a while and sure I didn’t exactly plan for this night to go this way, but I’m not about to complain.
“Okay.” All of a sudden, Tamara looks a little nervous. “Here I am, do you still want to come up?”
I nod and follow behind as she walks up the stairs. I stay behind her admiring the curve of her body and the roundness of her butt as she goes. She’s got my pulse speeding quicker, my body freaking out, my cock straining in my trousers… she’s brought out an animalistic side of me which I locked away a while ago.
She slides the key into the door and pushes it open, revealing more of herself as she does. I always like this part, seeing someone’s home for the first time because it shows much of who they are. I haven’t ever really experienced that in this setting but the same rules always apply. Even if they haven’t decorated the place themselves there will be elements of who they are dotted about the place. The first thing I notice about Tamara is the photographs. She has pictures of herself and her life everywhere, most of them featuring the red haired friend from the train. I almost mention her but I stop myself at the last moment in case it drags up the row.