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My head on his chest, breathing deeply, I’m vaguely aware of him straightening my clothes. Even though I don’t want to leave the comfort of his arms, the sudden need to reciprocate takes over.

I push myself up and immediately reach for the button on his jeans, but he captures my hands in his, looping them around his neck as he leans up to kiss me softly. The tenderness of his lips on mine inspires a feeling close to shyness. Which sounds ridiculous considering what he just did to me.

“Let’s have dinner.”

That’s all it takes for my confidence to slip and the doubts to take over. The man has a raging hard on and he doesn’t want me to do anything about it? Is he having second thoughts? Am I already screwing this up?

I struggle to stand on wobbly legs, pulling my skirt down and looking anywhere but him.

“Sure. Lead the way.”

But he doesn’t move. I look down to see him staring up at me, his face unreadable.

“What?” My tone is sharper than it needs to be.

“Do you want to walk me through what just happened in your head there?”

I inhale deeply, pushing my curls out of my face, before letting out the breath slowly. “I’ve just never had a guy choose pot roast over sex.”

“We’re having chicken.”

I’m out.

I turn away from him and start for the door, but I don’t make it far. His long-legs easily overtake mine before I can reach my discarded boots and coat.

“Hey,” he murmurs into my hair as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Can we talk about this? I had hoped we’d make it until dessert before you decide to walk out on me.” I let him turn me around, but I still can’t bring myself to look at him. “If you want to go to the bedroom right now, we can do that. But I’m not in a hurry and I don’t want to rush this.”

“I told you I might be bad at this.”

He takes my hands in his, playing with my fingers for a moment before raising one of my palms to his lips. “I think we’re off to a great start.” He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. There is a certainty in his eyes, like he knows something I don’t. Instead of making me want to run, it grounds me. “Let me feed you. If you still want me to take you to bed, you’ll need the energy for what I have in mind.”

Well, when he puts it like that…

Chapter 24

Logan

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

I think she might be attempting to kill me.

I’ve never witnessed anyone eat the way Rilla does and I might never be the same. It’s like she’s having a physical reaction to every bite. You can practically gauge when each flavor hits her tongue. Twice now, she’s taken a bite of her meal mid-sentence, only to completely lose her train of thought while she chews and swallows.

I almost wish I hadn’t made my “I don’t want to rush this” speech because I am minutes away from clearing the table and fucking her on it right now.

My still-hard cock throbs as I think about it. Would I take the dress off first? Or simply push it up past her thighs, exposing her like she was for me on the couch?

That fucking dress. Part of me wants to rip it to shreds and the other part wants to build it a display case to commemorate its service, the way it accentuates her soft curves, pushing her breasts up like they’re a gift on a pedestal.

“Logan?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you staring at my cleavage?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You really are honest.”

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