Page 45 of Mine to Love

At first it had been awkward, more for Logan than me, and then he slowly loosened up when talking about his brothers. I love hearing about stories of his childhood. It’s the only time he lets his guard down and doesn’t act so...stuffy. So...business-like.

His suggestion at a walk threw me for a loop as much as his convertible had. I had to contain my hysterical laughter when talk radio filled the car. Logan can only be so cool, and then the stuffed shirt shows its colors.

As we stand quietly in the elevator on the way up to my room, the stuffed shirt vibes are back, but it doesn’t hide the smoldering of his eyes and the tension in his body.

I don’t miss the tick in his jaw anytime I lick my lips, or the way his gaze drops to my bare neck, or how often he squirms to readjust himself. He was uncomfortable in the boardroom when I presented my ideas to him and his team. The seriousness in his countenance wasn’t from boredom of numbers and timelines.

He wants me, and I don’t think he wants to want me, which makes the teasing that much more fun. Breaking him will not only be fun, but it will also result in some fantastic sex, if what we shared in the front seat of his car is any indication of his true potential.

The elevator dings and he places his hand on my lower back, guiding me out. I don’t need to tell him my room number. He knows. We stand facing the door and then I turn and lift my gaze to him.

“Thank you again for dinner.” I lick the corner of my mouth still tasting the sweet barbecue. “It was delicious. I can still taste it on my tongue.”

His fists flex by his side showing incredible restraint, but his chest rises and falls in a fast succession as if he’d just run a few miles.

“The walk was nice too.” I run my finger along the scoop neck of my tank. “I’m sure the city skyline looks beautiful from my room right now.”

He closes his eyes briefly then opens them and pierces me with the dark depths of his gaze. “Reese,” he warns.

He’s close, so close to caving. The need between my thighs is too great, the longing to touch him possess me night and day. I need him. Now. But Logan Pierce is the consummate gentleman and doesn’t cross the line.

If lines are going to be crossed, I’m the one who has to dip her big toe first. Inching closer, I rest my hands on his chest and toy with the buttons on his shirt. “Have you ever heard the saying, What happens in Texas, stays in Texas?”

“Reese.” This time he whispers my name in a low growl.

“The least you could do is give me a goodnight kiss.” I won’t be happy with just a kiss, though. I want more. I’ll take more.

Snaking my hands up his chest, I move forward until our fronts are touching, and his rock-hard erection rubs against my stomach. He brings his head down to mine and I slowly touch my lips to his.

Slow and soft are not my usual moves. Hard and fast is my preference, but I need to coax him into this. Logan is fighting his southern chivalry right now, and I want nothing of it. I’ll give him the sweetness and then take the rough and dirty.

His lips are soft and sweet, yet his body is hard and unmoving. I lift on my toes and press my breasts into him, slipping my tongue past the seam of his lips.

“Fuck.” In a move I didn’t see coming, Logan pins me to the door and holds my face with both hands as he dives his tongue into my mouth kissing me. Hard.

“Oh, my. Excuse us.” Somewhere behind Logan’s hard body I hear apologies and giggles before rushing off.

Logan drops his hands, putting too much distance between our bodies.

Great. I had him at his breaking point and now it’s ruined. Getting caught making out with a woman outside his company’s hotel room won’t bode well with Logan Pierce’s serious reputation.

“Key.” He holds out his hand.

I try to hide my disappointment as I rummage through my bag for my key card. As soon as he lets me into the room, and I expect him to ride off into the sunset, his chivalry still intact. Instead, he yanks the card from me and opens the door, pushing me through.

The door hasn’t even clicked, and he is already on me. His mouth covers mine. His hands pull at my hair, tipping my head back so he can have better access. I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist as he rams me into the wall. Not so hard where I’ll be hurt or bruised in the morning, but harder than I ever expect from buttoned up Logan Pierce.

And it turns me on even more than I already was. I hold onto his shoulder for balance with one hand and slip the other between us untucking his shirt, then fumble to unbutton it. Cursing at the T-shirt he’s wearing underneath, I lower my hand to the waistband of his pants and curse his damn belt.

I have no shame in dry humping him in the hallway of my hotel room. Logan’s hands are still in my hair and on my neck when I want them lower. On my breasts, between my legs rubbing the ache that hasn’t subsided since that one time in his car.

As if reading my thoughts, he drops one hand to the hem of my tank top and has it over my head and on the floor in seconds.

“Better.” He pushes me harder against the wall, so I’m shifted up, bringing my breasts on level with his mouth. He moves my bra to the side with his teeth then clamps on to my nipple.

“Logan.” I need both hands on his shoulders now to steady myself. Resting my head against the wall for leverage, I use the support to grind my groin harder into his stomach. I run my hands through his hair, tugging at him, smothering his face with my breasts.

He swirls my nipple with his tongue then bites it before moving to my other one. I need to touch him. All of him, but I’m trapped, at his mercy, which isn’t a bad thing.

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