Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

“For the record, this date is realer than many others I’ve had.”

“I wanted you to know this is who I am. That’ll never change. When my family needs help, I’ll be there for them.”

I lace my hands at the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to change. This is one of the things I love most about you.”

Logan licks his lips. “What else do you love?”

Uh-oh. It’s about a million days too early to drop the L-bomb, no matter the context, so I switch gears to a playful answer. Playful, but true nonetheless. “Your ass in a suit. It’s round and perfect.”

“Wait until you see it out of a suit.”

“I’m trembling already.”

“You should, because I can’t wait to see your sweet ass out of those jeans, and I will. Tonight.”

His words drip with so much authority and power that I instantly soak the fabric of my thong. There’s something insanely sexy about a man who knows what he wants and goes straight for it.

Logan pulls me closer to him, and just when I think he’ll kiss my mouth, he dips his head, planting his lips on my neck. I gasp in surprise and delight. He curls an arm around my waist, yanking me up from the floor and pulling me closer. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, I open my legs, planting them on either side of him before sitting on his lap, our groins inches apart. How on earth did I end up in his lap again?

Instead of questioning this further, I lean into his kiss, and things heat up quickly from there. With every stroke of his tongue, I want more. His hands roam across my back and thighs. Needing to be closer to him, I slide forward, until our groins touch. I moan, and Logan groans a low sound deep in his throat that makes me crave even more. As the kiss grows wilder, I can’t keep my body still. I fidget and squirm, and then realize we’re practically dry humping.

“Touch me.” The second the words leave my mouth, my face flames white-hot. The shame only lasts a bit, need overpowering it.

“I am touching you,” he teases.

“Please.”

“Nadine.” My name from his mouth sounds primal.

He flips me on my back and I yelp in surprise, afraid I’ll fall. I cling tightly to his neck as he lays me on the carpet, looking at me briefly before diving in for another kiss. When his hand touches the button of my jeans, my entire body squirms in anticipation. A new wave of want hits me as he unzips them. Pushing my jeans down, Logan pulls back. Even though I still have my top and (tiny) thong on, I feel completely naked.

“You’re beautiful.” His hoarse voice does things to me. When he leans forward once more, he rests on one forearm, his other hand reaching down to my inner thighs. He traces his fingers first on one, then the other. I quiver beneath his touch and reach for his fly, but he shakes his head.

“Tonight is just for you.”

“But won’t you. . .” I glance at the bulge in his pants and need no further proof that he is just as aroused as I am.

Feathering his lips over mine, he mutters, “Trust me, giving you pleasure is the most exquisite thing.”

“Logan. . .”

“I want to show you how you can only receive things, and how good it can be.”

He pulls my thong between his fingers in one thick line of fabric and rubs it against my wet folds.

“Holy—Ah!” I arch my back. “Logan.”

“I love watching you like this. You flush so beautifully.” He leans in to kiss my collarbone, then up my neck. He releases the fabric, so my thong covers my mound again. Pulling back, he gives me a heated look, dropping his eyes to my lips, my breasts, and between my legs.

“I love to see you soaked for me.”

“So much stalling,” I say in a breathy voice. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”

“First, I’m going to tease you some more.”

That wasn’t the answer I expected. Logan spreads my thighs farther apart and runs hi

s fingers up each of my folds, over my panties.