Chapter six Tessa #2
Watching him ride is just as mesmerizing as I thought it would be.
His jean-clad thighs grip the fake saddle, one hand wrapped around the saddle’s horn as he lifts the other hand into the air.
The ride started off slow but has begun to pick up speed as his hips roll with the motion.
The women gathered around the railing all shout their praise and excitement, but each time the bull rolls my way, Logan’s eyes find mine.
A hint of jealousy burns through me at the attention he’s getting, and it takes me by surprise. I have no claim on this man, no reason to be jealous, yet I am.
I want him.
His grip begins to slip on the saddle’s horn as he reaches behind his head, grabbing the brim of his hat and pulling it off his head to throw it in my direction. I catch it quickly, pulling it to my chest as I laugh, and the few women standing near me all call out their disappointment.
“Do you think the whole ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’ thing still applies if it’s not a cowboy hat and he’s not a cowboy?” Olivia asks, stepping up to the railing beside me.
Heat rushes across my cheeks as I glance her way. “I think that rule is strictly for cowboys.”
She nods her head contemplatively, her eyes flicking to Logan before she says, “That doesn’t look like a man who thinks it’s only for cowboys.”
When I turn my head in his direction, Logan’s heated gaze collides with mine, and I know she’s right. In a rare moment of bravery, I slip his hat on my head.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I went into tonight thinking I was just going to have a fun night out while supporting my best friend, and somehow, I ended up at a ruggedly handsome stranger’s house with sex on my mind.
Okay, so he’s not exactly a stranger anymore.
Logan is thirty-three years old, only two years older than me, lives alone, and has never been married.
I didn’t bother to ask what he does for a living because it doesn’t feel important, not when tonight is just for me.
He’s shared enough with me that I know he’s local. The rest doesn’t matter.
He was almost immediately thrown from the mechanical bull when I slid his baseball hat on. By the time he got his feet beneath him and made it over to me, his forest-green eyes were nearly obsidian. He reached up, cupped my face in his palm, and rasped, “Come home with me.”
Olivia practically shoved me toward him, but it was a push I didn’t need.
As hesitant as I was in the beginning, my decision was made the second I slid his hat onto my head, testing the theory of the whole “wear the hat, ride the cowboy” rule still applying regardless of the type of hat.
The answer? It definitely still applies.
For once, I’m being selfish. Tomorrow, everything will return to normal, but right now, all I want is him. I want to know what it feels like to have his calloused hands on my body, to feel his lips pressed against mine. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since we left the bar.
I’ve only had one or two drinks tonight, just enough to feel relaxed and get out of my head, and have had nothing but water in the last two hours.
The heat crackling in my veins has nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the way Logan’s hand feels pressed against the small of my back as we walk up his front porch steps.
We drove separately, because there was no way I was going to leave my car behind and risk getting stuck in an uncomfortable situation.
Not that he’s done anything to make me feel uncomfortable, but I would rather be safe than sorry.
He actually seemed pleased when I asked for his address after agreeing to come home with him, clearly valuing my safety.
He slips his key into the front door and unlocks it before he turns to face me, sliding his hand to my hip as he gently pulls me in close. “Are you sure you want this? You can still change your mind.” His voice is gentle as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.
I gave him back his hat before we left the bar, but now my fingers itch to push it off his head and run through his hair. What kind of sound would he make if I scraped my nails over his scalp and gripped the hair at the back of his head as he kissed me?
Something he hasn’t done yet.
“I’m sure. I wouldn’t have driven over here if I didn’t want to,” I tell him honestly.
It’s part of the reason why I needed to drive myself, to have time to think over what I was doing.
It gave me time to find clarity and know for sure that this is what I want, even if I’m not really sure what to say or do.
Ryan is the only man I’ve ever been with. We experienced all our awkward first times together, and I never felt the need to stress or worry about whether I was doing something correctly. Never had to worry about being good at it.
Following Logan into his quaint single-story home, it’s all I can think about.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asks, hanging his keys on a hook by the door.
“Just water.” I want to have a clear head for whatever happens tonight.
Logan disappears into the kitchen and returns a moment later with two water bottles.
He passes one to me before taking my hand in his and leading me to the living room, tossing his water onto the couch before sinking onto it.
With my hand still in his, he pulls me down toward him.
I follow easily, butterflies swarming in my stomach as I straddle his lap.
My hands find his shoulders, bracing myself as he reaches up to cup my chin in his palm. “I really want to kiss you.” His words are laced with lust as his hooded gaze trails over my face and down my throat. He swallows as his attention shifts to where his thumb traces across my lower lip.
Heat pools low in my stomach as I lean into the warmth of his body.
My breasts brush against his chest as his other hand grasps my hip, and the sensation sends a wave of liquid heat between my legs.
It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, I feel like the slightest hint of pressure is going to be enough to set me off.
The thought of kissing Logan has consumed me since he asked for a good luck kiss before riding the bull, and I feel damn near desperate to know what he tastes like, how his mouth would feel pressed against mine.
At the bar, in a room full of people, all I could do was kiss him on the cheek. But now that we’re alone, I want so much more.