Page 77 of Two to Tango

“Logan.”

“No. You should stop paying me.”

“I’m not going to stop paying you.” She practically rolls her eyes.

“Is this relationship just about the lessons for you?” I ask incredulously.

She doesn’t answer, studying my face and opting to stay quiet instead.

“This isn’t some private-lessons-with-a-side-of-fucking. We’re not going there. This is you and me.”

“Is that what you want?” she asks quietly.

“You’rewhat I want,” I tell her adamantly.

Her eyes soften. “I like hearing you say that.”

“I’ll say it over and over again then.” I bring her back to me, missing her body against mine. “What doyouwant?” My voice is low and shaky against her throat. My hands move slowly, around her waist to her back.

She swallows, before she answers. “You.”

“Yeah?”

“All of you.”

I kiss her hungrily. Her mouth is so sweet, I can’t get enough of it. I tilt her head back to go deeper and bite her lip gently, coaxing a moan from her. I want to taste her all over. I benddown quickly to lift her up, and I set her down on the dining table, the closest surface to me.

She yelps in surprise. “This does not seem sturdy enough for whatever you’re thinking.”

I laugh against her neck, keeping my hands at her waist, pulling her closer to me.

“I’m not thinking anything,” I say innocently. But even as I say it, I give myself away, as my hands move down to grip her thighs. She opens her legs wider, giving me more space to stand between them. I watch her movements, mesmerized.

Our bodies come closer, and the kissing intensifies. My mouth meets her throat, and I run a line down to her chest with my tongue, tasting the salt of her skin, hearing her sigh in response. My hands move up her thighs and my fingers find their way under her dress. Soft skin my mouth is craving. I want her so badly; I want to drown in every inch of her.

“Julie, fuck, I want you,” I grit out.

“I want you, too,” she says between kisses, gripping my shirt.

I kneel and lift her dress higher up to her waist. “God, you and these dresses.”

“Convenient, huh?”

I laugh against her thigh as I kiss my way up, making my way to that perfect spot between her legs. Her hand flies to my hair and I want her to pull it harder. Right now, I want everything rough enough to sting.

My hands hastily grab at the sides of her underwear, pulling it off.

“Really? On the dining table?” She smirks.

“This wild streak of yours is out of control.”

She laughs, running her fingers through my hair, making it messier. I want her messier, too.

My eyes meet her gaze as I laugh with her, but the look I see there stops me. It’s intimate and vulnerable, something tenderas her fingers weave through my hair slowly. This might be the happiest I’ve seen her, and this is definitely the happiest I’ve ever felt. As I watch her from below, I’m even more desperate to worship her. I’m at her feet, and it’s just where I want to be.

I open her thighs wider, moving my fingers up to tease her lightly. She’s soaked, and I moan with her in response. I bend to kiss the center of her then my tongue finds its way in, tasting every inch of her, drinking her in, inhaling her scent.

“Oh, God,” she gasps, pulling at my hair. It sends a thrill down my spine.

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