Your Captivating Love (The Bennett Family 2)

“Nadine. Stop.”

I wince.

“You’re not alone, Nadine.”

At this, I eye him, baffled.

“I’m the man who loves you, and I want to take care of you. I won’t take no for an answer. I made an appointment with a friend of mine at the bank. We’re seeing him first thing on Monday morning about a loan so you can make up for the burned inventory. Also, as of now, you’re officially living with me. We should go shopping so you can replace whatever clothes you still had in your apartment. Mind you, I’d love for you to go around naked all the time, though I’d rather you don’t go naked outside.”

He says all this with a determined smile on his face.

I’m still hung up on the first part of the sentence. “You love me?” I repeat slowly.

“Yes.” Logan looks at me expectantly, but I remain silent for a long minute. Or maybe several long minutes as I process everything. Logan loves me, and not only won’t he leave me, but he also wants to fight through this with me and help me. He’s not like Thomas, or Dad. Part of me knew this, of course, but another part suspected that if things got awful, he’d bolt.

“If you’re not going to say anything, things will get really awkward, really fast,” Logan says in a light tone, though I detect unease in it. “No pressure or anything.”

I burst out laughing, tearing up slightly. “I love you. Of course I love you. Hearing you say it just felt so surreal.”

“I can say it as often as you wish. Don’t do the silence thing again. It freaked me the hell out.”

I climb in his lap, straddling him on the couch. He leans back, settling his hands on my hips. I move a strand of hair from his eyes, caressing his chest. I want to touch him everywhere.

“Ah, Logan Bennett, afraid of something. Who would’ve thought?”

“I was afraid last night,” he says in a low voice. “I don’t want anything to ever happen to you. While I couldn’t sleep, I thought of various ways to keep you safe. One of them was to have you with me at all times.”

I grin. “That’s not caveman behavior at all, you know.”

“I don’t care, as long as you’re safe.”

“I’m safe now, with you.”

He pulls me into a kiss. As his lips capture mine, it dawns on me that he doesn’t only make me feel safe, but also cherished and appreciated. This man is perfect, and I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find him.

“I need to be inside you, Nadine,” Logan growls. He peppers my neck with kisses, his hands on my thighs.

“I need you too.”

A bolt of heat courses through me, from my chest to my groin. My whole body needs him with desperation. We won’t make it to the bed. I know this because he undoes the cord holding my bathrobe together, then pushes said robe to the ground. When he lets his gaze roam over my breasts, I feel more naked than ever. After this morning, there is no part of me Logan hasn’t seen. He has seen me at my best, and at my worst, yet here he is, worshiping my body with kisses.

Not for the first time, I believe Logan can read my thoughts. He can see through me. Cupping my face in his hands, he says, “I don’t want you to ever think you’re alone again. Whatever happens, I’m with you. I’m your guy.”

“You’re my guy,” I whisper back.

Desperately wishing to touch his body, I pull

his shirt over his head, baring his perfect chest and hard abs. I lick my lips and run my hands over his taut skin, from his nipples down to the button of his jeans. He flashes a wicked smile while I unbutton his pants, clumsily pushing them past his ass, together with his boxers, freeing his gorgeous erection. He pulls my upper body to him, hugging me tenderly, burrowing his head into my neck. Abruptly, he stands up, and I wrap my legs tightly around him. His erection presses against my clit and the length of my entrance, sending delicious shivers along my nerve endings. I’m about to commend him on his self-control for wanting to lead us to the bedroom when he puts me on my back on the couch. My hips surge forward, but he shakes his head.

“Not ready yet.”

Rising to his knees on the couch, he parts my legs, exposing me further to him. Under his heated gaze, a rush of wetness pools in my already slick center.

He caresses the skin on my thighs while he peppers my sternum with kisses, deliberately avoiding my breasts even though my nipples are hard buds from the anticipation. He lingers on my navel, his tongue nuzzling around. Need spears through me; I arch my back involuntarily as it overtakes my body.

When I can’t stand it anymore, I whisper, “Please.”

“Please, what?”