Command Control

“Yes. I write erotic fiction,” she said. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. Before now. If you want to leave, I understand.”

“Leave?” Logan let out a laugh. Walking out the door, away from her, that was the last thing on his mind. He’d read those words and pictured himself kneeling between her legs waiting for orders.

“I only read a few paragraphs,” he said, never taking his eyes off her. “But the idea of a woman taking control and telling me exactly what she wants, demanding satisfaction, I have to admit that turns me on. Big-time. So, no, I’m not leaving.”

* * *

SADIE BLINKED. SHE felt as if she’d been transported to another universe. He’d read her work and understood the needs and wants that motivated her character. He’d only read a page or two, but still, he saw it as more than a series of wild sexual positions.

“You liked it?” she said.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking somewhat abashed. “Yeah.”

“I guess you didn’t get to the part with the whips.” She wanted him laughing, not embarrassed that he enjoyed her writing. The last thing she needed was another person in her life who was uncomfortable with her day job.

“Depending on who is giving the orders, I might get into it. I’ve never experimented with kinky stuff. Never really thought about it much. But if it turns you on, then I’m in.”

Whoa. That was a lot of trust for a “just sex” fling. “You’re serious?”

He nodded and she could see it in his eyes. This man meant what he said. He wanted to drive her wild and he’d do whatever it took to get her there.

The temptation to make him prove he meant what he said—it was impossible to resist. She stepped forward, raised her hand to his chest and pressed him back. He complied, retreating until his back hit the fridge.

Running her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, she entwined her fingers with his, lifting his hands over his head. She held him there. Rising on her tiptoes, her mouth inches from his, she said, “Kiss me.”

She moved her lips to his and let him take over. His body strained toward her, but he stopped short of overpowering her and forcing her to release his hands. Running his tongue along her bottom lip, he demanded entrance. She opened to him.

His kiss was fierce and demanding. She moaned against his mouth, but he didn’t let up. It was as if she could taste the truth of his words in his kiss. He wasn’t walking away. Not yet.

Sadie widened her stance and stepped closer, capturing his thigh between her legs. Allowing her skirt to ride up, she rocked against his leg. It was crazy, but he had her so turned on, she wondered if she could come like this.

She pulled her mouth away from his and tipped her head back. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she rode his thigh.

“Sadie,” he said his voice low. “We need to stop.”

Her hips stilled as she looked up at him. But she didn’t step away or release his hands. “I think that’s my call.”

“It is.” His gaze dropped to skirt, which currently decorated her waist, revealing her red lace panties. “But we can pick up right here. After. First, I’d like to take you out.”

No. The word was on the tip of her tongue. But curiosity—and the low growling in her stomach—won. He’d planned a surprise for her. And despite the very obvious evidence that he wanted her, he’d asked to take her to dinner first.

Sadie released his hands and stepped away, readjusting her skirt. “If you insist.”

Logan nodded. “I do.”

12

SADIE SECURED HER seat belt and waited for Logan to start the truck. It felt as if every nerve ending in her body was on high alert, waiting for them to pick up where they’d left off in the kitchen. And her mind? It was still in shock.

Logan hadn’t run for the hills. Her writing hadn’t terminated another relationship. Not that they were dating. This thing between them was leading straight to the bedroom. And he still didn’t know she was MJ Lane, bestselling erotica author, who planned to go on national television in a few weeks. If he found out, he’d probably make a beeline for the door. But he was here. For now.

Logan started the truck and drove down the dirt driveway, bypassing the main house. Sadie stole a glance at his crotch. She couldn’t help it. Anticipation ran through her veins, touching every part of her. He had to be in the same boat. One look confirmed her suspicions. Uncomfortably turned on.

Tempted to scoot over to the middle seat, she settled for reaching over and resting her hand on his thigh. Logan tensed beneath her touch, but kept his focus on the road.

“Where are we going?” she asked, running her hand up and down his jean-clad leg.

“Into a ditch if you keep that up.”