Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

“Wear one of your dresses,” he says. The huskiness in his voice sends ripples down my back.

“I’ll grab one, and we can go to your apartment to change.”

I’ve brought the dresses I designed to the shop this week and arranged my favorite ones beautifully on dummies. The expensive designer dresses are still back at my place.

I grab a dress from a hanger, and we head to his apartment. Dressing up doesn’t take me long, but I spend enough time on hair and makeup to make Logan impatient. I don’t hold back, smearing on red lipstick and styling my hair in a wild, voluminous do. The daring hairstyle matches the dress, which is long and fashioned out of black silk. It doesn’t show cleavage unless you stare straight from above, but it is backless.

When I step into the living room, Logan whistles. “Damn, woman! You’re making me seriously reconsidering going out.” I twirl once and take a slow bow, giving him full view of my cleavage. He lets out a heavy breath.

“After taking forever to prepare, you can be very sure we’re going out.” I accentuate every word with a shake of my finger.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I want to show off the dress.” He strides to me and I take a few steps back, knowing his proximity will cloud my judgment. Predictably, I hit the wall, and Logan loses no time in trapping me between his arms.

“I can think of a better use of this dress than showing it off.” His eyes darken as he speaks. Lust and masculinity pour off him, and it’s turning my knees to rubber.

“What’s that?” I murmur.

“Taking it off.” His fingers linger at the hem of my neckline, the callused tips barely touching my skin. I shudder, licking my lips. “I wouldn’t be gentle. It begs to be ripped off you.”

“No chance. I worked months on this dress.”

He chuckles. “Fine, I don’t need to take it off at all.”

Before I have a chance to process his words, he turns me around, pressing himself against my naked back.

“You’re so beautiful, Nadine.” Pushing my hair to one side, he kisses the back of my neck. “So sexy. You look fantastic in this dress.” His hot breath across my skin accompanies every word. I want this man. Now. He touches my bare back with one hand, pulling my dress up with the other, grazing my inner thigh in the process. Almost involuntarily, I push my ass back and let out a moan. Logan’s hard for me already.

“Condom,” he murmurs. “Wait.”

He leaves the room briefly, returning with his zipper open and his pants pushed slightly down, having already rolled the condom over his erection. He settles himself behind me again, cinching my dress up to my waist and parting my legs. God, I’m dripping for him.

“You’re so wet already,” he whispers, as he slides my thong to one side.

I lose myself in the sea of sensations and emotions as his big hands and hungry lips explore me. Logan more than touches me—he worships me. Every part of me. He nibbles my earlobe, moving the tip of his erection around my clit, his length pressing on my slit. He circles my clit with his tip again, and again, until my knees wobble.

“I need you inside me now,” I say between moans. “I want to feel all of you.”

“Oh, you will. You will feel me so deep inside you that you’ll pass out from pleasure.” His promise still on his lips, he thrusts inside me.

“Logan.” My legs tremble in earnest now as I take him in, stretching around his length. In this position, he’s deeper inside me than ever before. I give myself to him completely as he makes love to me hard and fast, grunting out my name as we climax.

***

Logan holds my hand when we enter the venue, minutes before the showing is about to begin. I’m still blushing from our sexy episode before we left his apartment. We exchange furtive glances every few seconds.

The venue is packed, but we find Pippa, Blake, and Daniel almost immediately, chatting animatedly near the entrance. Women throw the twins appreciative glances.

“So, the theater is one of your pickup places?” I ask jokingly.

“It can be.” Blake answers. “But tonight, we have a date with our sister.” In unison, the twins each take Pippa by an arm.

“Nadine, what are you wearing?” She inspects me from head to toe. “It’s gorgeous. I’m going to steal that.”

“It’s one of my designs.”

Pippa’s mouth opens, her gaze slipping to Logan for a brief second before returning to me. “Girl, I’ll come by on Monday the second you open and ravage your stock.”