30. Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty
LOGAN
“Right this way.” The young hostess turned and began walking through the main dining room of The Dock.
I placed my hand on Izzy’s lower back as we followed. The sexy dress she wore had been torturing me since the moment she opened her door. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to pull her against me and slide my hands up under the short skirt. Make her come with my fingers like I did yesterday morning. Hear her little moans echo off the walls.
The need that had consumed me so many times over the last few days was unlike anything I’d experienced. I kept my gaze trained on her as she took her seat, unable to look away. We both wanted the same thing tonight, that was obvious. But I also didn’t want to take it that far if she wasn’t sure about us.
“Logan?”
I shook my head, realizing I was standing there staring at her like a weirdo. “Sorry.”
“You okay?”
“Yep.” I took the seat across from her and laid my hand palm up on the small table. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare sometimes.”
Her cheeks tinged pink as she put her hand in mine, and I ran my thumb back and forth along the back of it.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and it was so fucking sexy, a groan slipped through my lips. I wanted to reach up and pull it out and then replace it with my thumb. Or, better yet, my cock.
But that would have to wait. For now, I’d enjoy the torturous game of flirting we were playing.
After the waitress came and took our order, we were alone once again.
“The lake is gorgeous.”
I followed her gaze out to the line of mountains in the distance where the sun was setting behind the peaks. The blends of orange, pink, and yellow in the sky did make for a picture-perfect scene.
“It is.” Although I agreed with her, she was the one I couldn’t stop looking at. “Do you like being on the water?”
“Yeah, we’ve rented canoes and small boats over the years.”
“I want to buy a boat eventually.” It was one of the things my mom had argued I should use my trust for, even though I kept telling her I wasn’t touching it.
“Really?” She cocked her head to the side. “Aren’t those like really expensive?”
I shifted uncomfortably. Firefighters’ salaries weren’t substantial, but since Maggie made a lot more money than I did, we ended up paying off the house, and I got it in the divorce. Not having a mortgage payment allowed me to have more freedom financially. But it still wasn’t an unlimited well of funds. Definitely not boat money.
“Yeah. It’s probably just a pipe dream.” But I hoped, as I continued to save, it was something I could afford one day. With a shrug, I added, “But the girls have liked it the few times I rented one.”
I brushed my thumb over the back of her hand again and smiled when I felt her shiver with need. She was so fucking responsive to my touch. Every damn time. It was utter perfection.
Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing sped up, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. “Do you, I mean what do…” she paused and shifted in her seat “…you guys do over the summer? Do you, ummm, take the girls anywhere?”
I smirked, loving the way my touch was affecting her. “I usually rent some Airbnb somewhere on the coast.”
She leaned forward and braced her arm on the table. I trailed my gaze from her face down the column of her neck before ending at her tits, now pushed up into the deep V of her dress. Images of pulling her around the table and making her sit on my lap as I reached up and untied her dress inundated me. My cock hardened and pushed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants. I adjusted myself and looked back up, meeting her eyes.
A sexy, knowing smile lifted her lips and I shifted forward, tugging her hand and causing her to lean closer.
“That dress has been driving me crazy since you opened your door.” Not that I needed to tell her that, but I wanted to. Wanted to watch her blush and squirm.
“Oh?” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “How so?”
“The only thing preventing me from taking it off you is that string around your neck.” I smirked. “And I can’t stop wondering what you’re wearing underneath.”
“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, and her pupils blew out.
“I definitely plan on finding out.”
Our gazes stayed locked for a long moment, only broken when the waitress appeared with our food.
Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and leaned back in my seat, allowing the server to place our plates down. Suddenly, I had no interest in eating, only in laying Izzy out and feasting on her.
The next twenty minutes crawled by as we ate and chatted, sharing heated looks. The tension between us grew as each minute passed by. I slid my credit card into the black check holder, and when the waitress stepped back up to the table, I thrust it at her, desperate to be alone with Izzy.
I turned my attention back to her as she pulled her hair to the side, draping it over one shoulder and exposing the slender column of her neck. I shifted uncomfortably for probably the hundredth time since we first got in the truck together when I picked her up.
Finished with the check, we stood and I laid my hand on the small of her back as we made our way through the restaurant. Her body shivered under my touch, and I couldn't stop my hand from moving up her back until it met bare skin.
Opening the passenger side door, I gave her a hand up into her seat. The skirt of her dress rode up, and I wasn't sure if she did it on purpose, but her legs opened slightly, giving me a peek of bright pink panties.
“Logan.” My name was barely a whisper on her lips.
I trailed my gaze back up her body until I locked eyes with her. Desire and need swam in her irises. I knew what she wanted. The same thing I did. But I also wanted her to tell me.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You.” She let her legs fall open a little wider. “Your touch, your lips...all of it.”
I ran one hand up her outer thigh, stopping at the hem of her dress. “You sure?”
“I've never been so sure of anything as much as I'm sure about this.”
“If you stay in my bed tonight,”—I inched my hand further up her thigh—”there's no going back for me. So if you need more time...”
“No.” She gripped my hand and squeezed. “You're what I want. This is what I want.” She moved my hand over until my thumb brushed her soaked panties. “Take me home, Logan.”
As I moved my thumb back and forth over the outside of the fabric, she gripped my shoulders. I removed my hand and stepped back, openly adjusting myself. I wanted her to see exactly how she affected me.
Shutting her door, I made my way around the truck. I held her hand as I drove us back to my house. If I touched her thigh again, felt her soaked panties, or heard her little moans, I wasn't sure we would even make it back to the house. The Dock was only a five-minute drive, but it felt so much longer.
The minute we stepped into the house and I shut the door behind us, she spun toward me, stepping back with a seductive glint in her eyes. As if her movements were in slow motion, she reached up and pulled the strap behind her neck loose.
The black fabric fell, exposing her gorgeous tits, and gathered around her waist. Her nipples were hard peaks, the color reminding me of her cheeks whenever she blushed. I licked my lips, desperate to get them in my mouth. Desperate to taste her. To make her scream out my name.
“I want to see all of you. Every single inch that I’ve only fantasized about.” I tipped my head toward the clothing that still covered her. “Take the rest off, sweetheart.”
Her eyes darkened, the green of her irises almost nonexistent. Using the palms of her hands, she shimmied the black material of the dress over her hips until it fell down her legs and piled on the floor.
She stood in front of me in only a tiny pink thong and black heels. My dick hardened until it was almost painful as I raked my gaze over her body. I took two steps toward her and reached out, letting my thumb brush back and forth over her hard nipple. Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip, and little sounds of pleasure slipped out.
I gripped her hip with my other hand and pulled her close, eliminating all the space between us. “Feel that?”
She nodded and palmed me through my pants. “I need you.”
Just that touch alone sent me close to the edge. I wanted to make her feel good. Give her what she needed first, because I had no idea how long I’d last once I got inside her.
Gripping her hips, I spun and backed her against the wall. My mouth dropped to hers, our tongues colliding in a frenzied need. I cupped one breast and flicked my thumb across her pebbled nipple. The moan that vibrated through her was so intense I could feel it under my touch.
I moved my hand up under her jaw and wrapped it around the front of her neck, tilting her head back. She arched into me as I licked a path down her throat, her moans intensifying as my lips wrapped around one sensitive peak.
“You like that?” I moved across her breasts, lavishing the same attention on the other one.
“Yes,” she panted.
Getting down on my knees, I kissed my way down her belly and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her thong. Like a present I’d been waiting to unwrap, I slowly dragged it down her legs. Lifting her foot up, I trailed kisses up her calf and placed it over my shoulder.
Pinning her with my gaze, I leaned forward and took one long lap. Her creamy skin was flushed pink and her back bowed with each flick I took of her clit. I slid one finger into her warm, wet pussy as I licked up every drop of her.
“More. I need more,” she breathed out, grinding her pussy into my face. “There. Right there.”
I added another finger, stretching her, and then sucked hard. Her thighs trembled as I flicked the tip of my tongue against her one last time. She exploded, her body shaking violently as she came.
Fuck . I needed to be inside her more than I needed my next breath. I stood and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her and carrying her up the stairs.
“We need a bed.” I wanted to spend all night showing her how she made me feel. Feeling her wrapped around my cock.
She giggled and ran her lips down my neck. The sensation shot through my body as I entered my bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Blonde curls framed out around her, and using the tip of my finger, I brushed a piece away from her face.
Jesus Christ. I swallowed as I stared down at her spread out, completely naked and ready for me. Full pink lips that glistened and parted as she gazed back at me. Intense green eyes still hooded from pleasure. Creamy skin flushed a luscious pink.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” Although I was desperate to feel her, I wanted to savor this moment with her. It all felt so intense. More intense than I’d ever experienced, and I had no idea what to make of that.
That feeling escalated as she tracked my movements. Reaching behind me with one hand, I pulled my shirt over my head. Her gaze trailed over my chest, and she ran her tongue along her bottom lip as she soaked me in, continuing to track my movements as I discarded the rest of my clothing.
The mattress dipped as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.
She ran her hand up my stomach and chest. “You make me feel beautiful. The way you look at me isn’t like anything I’ve experienced. Not ever.”
“Good. I want to be the only guy who’s ever made you feel that way.” I fisted my cock in my hand and ran the tip through her wetness. Our gazes locked. “And now you’re mine.”
She smiled. “Yours.”
A growl slipped through my lips as I fought the urge to thrust deep inside her. I shifted back. “Need to grab a condom.”
Her hands shot out and gripped my biceps. “Logan. I’m on the pill.”
So much desire and vulnerability swam in her gaze it punched me right in the chest. The fact that she trusted me to take her bare left me with an intense feeling of need. Both physical and emotional.
“You sure?”
She nodded. “Please. I want to feel you.”
“I want that too,” I whispered, slowly crawling up her body until I hovered above her. “More than you know.” As I inched slowly inside her, feeling her walls squeezing around me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Pleasure shot down my spine with each inch. “Jesus,” I hissed.
She raised her hips and I sank the rest of the way in. A groan left my lips and her eyes flicked up to mine, holding me captive, her mouth parted as she adjusted to my size.
Her fingers dug into my back. “Need you to move.”
I lost the ability to think. Or form words. This exact moment, as I filled her to the hilt, was everything I’d been waiting months for. Her pussy clenching around me finally got me moving. I dragged my cock all the way out before slamming forward into her. With every thrust, she lifted her hips until I was grinding against her swollen clit.
“Right there.” She dragged her nails down my back before digging them into my ass. “Harder.”
I lifted her leg over my hip and rocked harder into her, rotating my hips with each thrust.
Her walls gripped me like a vice, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. She felt too damn good. I’d spend all night making it up to her. Thankfully, her body shook, and the cry of pleasure that slipped from her lips sent us over the edge together.
My mouth crashed down on hers, molding together as I continued to move in and out of her, pulling every ounce of pleasure from both of us. Completely and utterly spent, I collapsed down on top of her. After giving myself a second to catch my breath, I rolled us so she was tucked into my side.
“We’re going to do that again.” I smirked and pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Might need to give this old man time to recover, though.”
She swatted my stomach playfully. “Oh stop, you’re not old.”
Maybe not. But I knew one thing. I needed to make my daily workouts a priority now. Because I wanted to spend every night exactly like this.