Page 14 of My Perfect Valentine

I’m breathing a little heavier as I get my speech out, but I’m pissed. Because whoever let Addie carry on soaking in those atrocious lies needs to meet me in a dark alley, there’s no way I can let this stand anymore. Not with her being the sweetest, kindest, sexiest creature to have ever walked this planet.

Addie remains seated, staring at me, shocked. She’s still as a statue, if her eyes didn’t blink I’d wonder if she were a statue, but those soft eyes stay focused on me and it makes me happy to be the center of her attention, even if it’s only for a little while.

I entwine our fingers, and lift one to kiss as I need to touch her in any way I can. It seems to break whatever spell she’s under because Addie whispers. “You’re not old, and I’ve been obsessed with you, too.”

The grin on my face has a mind of its own because it appears no matter if I wish to hide it or not.

“Yeah?”

She nods and I watch her swallow and lick her lips. I want to growl and kiss her so I can experience that sweet tongue another time.

“Yes.”

“Well, then, this changes things, doesn’t it?”

Addie scrunches her forehead. “What do you mean?”

“It means this fake shit is over. You’re mine.”

Addie gasps and her eyes light up with lust. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be alone with her. I let go of her hand, pull out my wallet, and throw a few bills on the counter, giving theserver a very generous tip. Standing, I reach for her hand again and guide her out of the diner and to my truck. I buckle her in and take a moment and soak in her sweet scent, something I’ve been doing all night. But refrain from kissing her, because once I start this time, I won’t stop.

I hurry to the driver's side and get in.

“Where are we going?”

“My place.” I growl out, pause for a second, turning to her, making sure I’m not scaring her or stressing her out. “Is that okay?”

A flirtatious smile plays on her lips. “Definitely okay.”

Thank fuck.

Chapter 9

Addie

Logan’s home is beautiful,not directly on the beach, but it’s close enough that in certain windows you can see slivers of the water, but there's a walking path to get to it. Trees surround his home and the moonlight peeks through.

The place is a craftsman style, and I can see all the work he put into the home. “When I bought the place, it was a real gut job. It was a foreclosure and the previous owners destroyed the place, but I got it for a steal. There are still a few things I need to do, but the main living areas are done, and it’s comfortable. I don’t have to stress about getting things done now.”

I twirl around and look out through the abundance of windows and smile. “I love it. It’s like I’m dead center of the forest, butwith the slivers of the ocean it’s amazing. You did all this work yourself?”

He throws his keys onto the kitchen counter, along with his wallet. “I have a few buddies who help me out, and some jobs I had to hire out, but mostly, yeah. I enjoy working with my hands.”

Visions bombard me of what I imagine he can do with those hands. Logan’s left side of his lip curls as he can tell what I’m thinking.

“Addie?”

“Yes?”

“I need you to tell me what you want, because I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. All I need is you to myself, and now we’re here, so you call the shots.”

A heavy breath leaves my lips as I take in Logan’s stance as he leans against the kitchen island. With the open floor plan, I’m in the so-called living room, and we’re several steps apart. He hunches his shoulders a bit, as if he’s trying to shrink himself to make himself less threatening, which is something he never has to do with me. There’s not a bone in my body that would ever think this man would ever do me any harm. I’ve never been safer with anybody in my life.

Silence overtakes the both of us as I grapple to take what I want, or let the night be sweet and fall asleep in his arms, hopefully with another kiss or two. I fidget as I war with myself.

I’ve never been alone with a man like this before. And Logan is all man, and I want him to teach me about pleasure. I want to make him as satisfied as he makes me because him being just him makes me already feel so good.

Logan nods and stands. “All right, how about we watch a movie and I make some popcorn?”

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