Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

My nipples turn to hard nubs under my bra, throbbing for more of his touch. As his hands move farther down, resting on my hips, I shift in his lap. My soaked thong grazes the already sensitive skin between my thighs, and I moan against his mouth. The movements of our tongues grow faster, more desperate. He pulls me hard against him until my slick flesh collides with his erection. Logan digs his fingers into my hips, groaning. Wow. Who knew petting with clothes on could be so sexy?

We pull apart, gasping for breath.

“Nadine.” His voice comes out rough and throaty. “I haven’t gotten hard from just a kiss since I was in high school.”

I giggle, feeling like a wicked schoolgirl.

“Have I earned the right to be your only date for a while?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Great.” Smiling at me, he kisses my forehead. “Now, I’m going to leave, because I’m seconds away from losing my self-control.”

“Most men wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

“I am not most men.”

“That’s right, you’re not,” I whisper.

“I want to spend time with you, spoil you, and make you smile first.”

“Why?” I ask, sincerely confused.

“Because you deserve it. You’re fun, honest, and hardworking. I love that. It’s refreshing. You’ve had enough bad luck, Nadine. Time for that to change.”

I gulp, moving away from his lap. “Okay.”

While I sit on the couch, I take in his ruffled hair, his wrinkled shirt. His breathing is as labored as mine. My control snaps just by looking at him.

“How about next Friday for that second date?”

I nod. “Eight o’clock?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

I watch Logan leave while sitting on the couch, and once I’m alone I grab the laptop. The folder with my portfolio stares at me as a reminder that I must focus on my career, on making the store a success. A man like Logan will never accept being second to anything. It’s not in his nature. If I’ve learned something from his kisses, it’s that no matter if he goes fast or slow, he demands everything.

Chapter Seven

Logan

The first thing I do at work the next morning is go to the Creative department to find Pippa. Stepping out of the elevator, I find the team bustling with life and energy. Pippa is at the other end of the room at her desk, holding a crayon in her hand, moving it furiously across a notebook. A look of intense concentration stretches across her features. Ah, I’d recognize that expression anywhere—my sister is in a creative mood. Pippa, like Summer, always had an imaginative spark. Sebastian and I worked with various designers when we first started out, and only when one of them dropped out did our sister step in, showing us some sketches. She was more talented than all the other designers we had.

We have advanced digital programs for designing our collections, but Pippa still sketches everything by hand first. From the numerous incidents in our childhood when I interrupted her from her drawing, I know that now isn’t the best time to butt in, but I’ll take my chances anyway.

“Hello, sister.”

Pippa startles, her shoulders quivering slightly. Furrowing her brow, she shoots me a look I recognize: You’d better have a good reason for interrupting me.

“Logan, this is a surprise.” Pippa pushes her sketch away.

“I can’t visit my sister at her workplace?”

She rolls her eyes. “Like I don’t come up to your office enough. You need something, don’t you?”

“I do.” Pulling a chair from a nearby desk, I sit down. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to be quiet until I finish.”

My sister’s expression changes from attentive to delighted. “You’re not here to talk about the budget for the next show, are you?”