Page 25 of Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses

“Blythe?” My name was nothing more than a growl in his voice, one that had my pussy clenching. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking.”

Oh, I knew. Ireallyknew what I was asking.

“I want to go back to your place, Logan,” I said again, not missing the heady quality in my voice, the very clear and real desire laced within those words.

He didn’t move for a solid minute, but good God the sound that left him was equal parts animalistic need and territorial possessiveness. I felt my toes curl and my pussy get even wetter.

He wanted me. I wanted him. And unless he put the brakes on this progressing, I was giving myself over to Logan fully.

6

Blythe

Apart of me couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, that I told Logan to take me to his house. But here I was, anticipating every single second. And the closer we got to his home, the more my blood sang.

Logan asked me numerous times if I was sure, and although I knew he wanted to make sure I really was on board, I also knew he wanted this just as much as I did. The way he spoke, the fact that his voice was deeper, huskier, as if his very need was becoming a physical thing between us, cemented that this needed to happen.

Never in my life had I felt the need to be with someone, and much less this strongly. It consumed me, warping my insides until the only thing that made sense was giving my virginity to Logan.

The trip seemed to take forever, yet at the same time, we were pulling into the driveway of his home as if the ride happened in the blink of an eye.

He cut the engine, and for long seconds, we sat there in silence. The only sound penetrating my lust-induced brain was of us breathing heavier than normal.

I felt his eyes on me and turned my head to look at him. My breath caught at the expression on his face.

He wanted me. Badly.

The shadows covered his body partially; the light from the porch illuminated the other half. He was so big and imposing, and even though we sat in his huge Suburban, he made the damn SUV feel like a toy in size.

“Let’s go inside,” I found myself whispering in the confines of the car. God, I could practically smell our combined arousal. It was heady and thick, and I felt my body prepare itself even more for what I wanted with Logan.

He didn’t move for a moment, his body seeming to tighten, his muscles corded under his clothes. He stared right in my eyes before he exhaled on a shaky breath and got out of the SUV. I let my focus stay trained right on him as he moved around the front of the vehicle. And before I could even blink, the passenger side door was open, and Logan had his hands on my waist, helping me out of the behemoth of a vehicle and setting me on the ground. But he didn’t let go of me, just kept his big hands curled around my body as he stared into my eyes.

Despite the coldness surrounding us from the winter weather, his heat had me sweating.

Having him so close was like pouring accelerant on an open fire. Hell, he didn't even have to touch me for this blazing inferno to consume me from the inside out.

And then he blinked as if pulled back into the present. He shut the door, and then we were making our way up the walkway and closer to the front door. I was very aware of the heavy weight of Logan’s huge hand placed on my lower back. I felt like that small touch was burning a hole right through my clothes.

When we reached the door, I turned and looked up at him, not sure why, knowing I wasn't going to say anything. I couldn’t have found my voice in that moment anyway. But Logan was already watching me, and I felt this strange sensation that he couldn’t help himself, that he was pulled to me with so much power he was helpless to stop it.

Or maybe I was projecting my own needs.

We didn’t move, and I sure as hell didn’t even know if I was breathing as we continued to stare at each other. Despite the wind and chill that surrounded us, the snow heavy and thick, I felt so very warm next to him. His body blocked out a good portion of the porch light, casting shadows and shards of light behind him. He was this human wall, so big and unmovable.

The wine I consumed had done a good job of making me feel loose and relaxed, but it also made my arousal even stronger.

Logan took a step closer, and I licked my lips, his body crowding me in the best of ways. I froze as he reached out and pushed a lock of hair off my shoulder. I shivered, which had nothing to do with the wind-chill and everything to do with that small touch.

I needed to kiss him.

I want him to so badly I can practically taste his lips on mine already.

Kiss me. Take me. Claim me, because I only want you.

The groan that tore from him was loud, echoing all around us so strongly I felt my eyes widen.

“You can’t say things like that and expect me to control myself,” he ground out.

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