“Uh, I don’t know. I can’t really control people.”
She nods as if she understands, but he knows that it bothers her. It would bother him too if the roles were reversed.
“We can leave if you want, Avery.”
She releases a short burst of air and sags her shoulders.
“No, I know it’s not your fault. And this place is really lovely. I’d like to stay.”
They continue to browse their menu and order a bottle of wine from the server when he arrives at their table. When he returns with their beverage, Avery orders the roasted chicken and vegetables while Logan orders the prime rib and potatoes. They talk about the day at work and he asks her to talk a little more about her relationships with Nick and Declan. She tells him about the classes she and Nick had taken, then about the guitar lessons she sat through with Declan.
When she used to talk about her past, there was a darkness that encased her, but now she seems lighter as she relays those memories. Logan can only hope that being with him has caused the change. He hopes that she’s allowing herself to love again.
Love?
Glancing at her across the table, eyes open and excited, hands gesturing wildly as she delivers her story, Logan can’t help but smile. Yes, this foreign emotion can’t be described as anything else but love. Mid-sentence, he grabs her hand from its ascension into the air and grasps it within his own. As she continues on, he repeatedly draws circles on her wrist with his thumb and he can feel her heart rate increase with each stroke. They are seated close to one another and he can’t resist using his hand that is closest to her and placing it on her thigh, right below the hem of her dress. At the gentle touch of his fingertips on her skin, her pulse jumps wildly and she shoots a nervous look in his direction before glancing around the restaurant.
“Continue your story, baby. No one can see.”
She continues to stare at him, lust overtaking her features, as he slides his fingers under the tight fabric that encases her body. Her breath hitches as Logan gets closer to the spot that craves his touch. Unknowingly she spreads her legs, her body automatically responding to his touch, hoping that he heeds her invitation. As Logan continues to slide his fingers up and down her smooth leg, shifting closer to her womanhood at every path, she reaches for her glass of wine. With a shaking hand, she takes a sip of the cool liquid and grips the stem of the glass when he lets his finger trail across her soaked panties.
When the waiter returns to the table Logan frees his hand from Avery’s grasp and pays the check as he continues to slide a finger softly across the wet silk. Logan circles his digits around the area containing her swollen bud of nerves and Avery releases a throaty moan which she quickly covers up with a cough. He has to work to combat his chuckle.
Removing his hand from the warmth of her thighs, he asks, “Are you ready to go?” as he examines her reddened cheeks and slight glare.
Remaining silent, she bites her lower lip, only nodding to acknowledge that she’s ready.
Logan stands from the table and moves behind Avery’s chair, sliding it out for her to exit.
Pressing his chest against her back, he grips her hips in his hands and whispers in her ear, “I can’t wait to make you come with my dick buried inside you. All your muscles clamping down on me like a vice; your pussy won’t want me to leave.”
She quickly turns in his arms and at first he’s alarmed that she didn't like the dirty talk, but as usual, this beautiful girl does something completely unexpected. She leans forward, placing her hands on his chest, stands on her toes and takes the lobe of his ear between her teeth, biting down gently.
She releases the pierced skin and whispers, “I can’t wait,” then she turns around and saunters out of their alcove, leaving every man in the room panting after her.
Logan adjusts himself before he hurriedly catches up to her at the front of the restaurant where they wait for the valet. Turning her attention back to him, she coyly licks her lips before sitting down in the passenger seat.
Good Lord, I hope I can make it to the hotel.
***
THEY WALK INTO THE expansive lobby of the hotel and hurriedly make their way to the reservation desk. Avery doesn’t listen to Logan speaking with the receptionist, her attention is locked on the grip that he has on her hand and the throbbing between her legs. All she can think about is those large fingers sliding in and out of her, spreading her juices around her folds.
Logan beckons her by calling her name and she startles at his signal.
“Sorry. I was in my own world.”
He leans forward slightly and whispers, “I know where your mind is. I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.”
He winks at her as they turn and swiftly make their way to their reserved room.
Opening the door, Logan tugs her into the area and she presses herself against the wall, anticipating his next move. Avery imagines Logan charging toward her and ripping her dress off her body, but he surprises her instead. He walks toward her, stopping a few inches from her body, and slides two of his fingers from her collarbone to her hip, grazing her breast along the way.
“You look so fucking beautiful tonight, Avery. It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you against this wall.”
A moan releases from deep within her at his words, her core clenching tight in anticipation.
“But you don’t need that. I’m going to love you slow and sweet for our first time.”