he adds, “They don’t know what I do.”
“What’s that?”
“Anticipation is key. When you long for something, the release is more powerful.”
Heat spears me right through my core. “So, everything before sex is just one long round of foreplay?”
“There is that, and also the fact that intimacy is so much better if you know the person you’re with.” His words feel like a caress. “I won’t lie; I’ve had my fair share of sex after first dates, as well as one-night stands. Haven’t found either fully satisfying.”
“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”
He sets his jaw. “Haven’t found the right person.” He takes my hand, dragging his thumb in circles on my palm. His touch speaks more clearly to me than any words could; it tells me to trust him, that he’d never hurt me. “I think you’re sober now.”
Grinning, I nod.
“Good. I don’t believe in sex on the first date, but I do believe in something else. Dancing on a first date is absolutely necessary.”
Logan hauls me onto the dance floor, which is empty except for one other couple. Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulls me toward him until my breasts squish against his hard chest. Oh, God . Being inches away from him is too much. He takes my right hand in his, and I place my left one at the nape of his neck. This close, the smell of cologne, soap, and pure masculinity—the smell of him — overwhelms me. His scent is more intoxicating than the cocktail I’ve had. I will get drunk on this man.
“I’ve got moves, you know,” he whispers in my ear.
“Who doesn’t for a slow song?” I try to keep my voice even, but my mouth is cotton-dry. Chuckling in my ear, he leads the dance. One step forward, two back; one forward, two back. I’ve never been much of a dancer but, under Logan’s guidance, the movements come naturally; they are fluid, in sync. I involuntarily thread my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, and he leans his forehead on mine. The gesture is so intimate; I don’t know what to make of it.
As if sensing this change, Logan says, “I won’t hurt you, Nadine. I don’t want you to take my word for it; I’ll prove it to you.” His words reach somewhere deep inside me, beneath the confident air of a woman wearing sexy lingerie. He pulls back a notch, cupping the side of my face with his long fingers. The desire to be alone with him hits me fast and unapologetic.
“I need some fresh air.” My eyes dart to the double doors leading to the terrace.
Logan doesn’t argue, instead leading the way. Once outside, I shiver, and Logan makes quick work of shedding his suit jacket, draping it around my shoulders.
“Always a gentleman, aren’t you?”
“I assure you I don’t kiss like a gentleman.”
Before I can fully process his words, he closes the distance between us, covering my mouth with his. His lips settle on mine, full and warm. Their touch is enough to send a zing of anticipation through me, setting me on fire. His tongue pushes between my lips, coaxing my own into a dance.
Logan doesn’t kiss me as if it’s a means to an end.
He kisses me to... kiss me.
I have never been kissed like this before. He worships my mouth, and I know he’d do the same with my body. Without warning, Logan intensifies the kiss. He pushes me against the wall, sucking on my tongue. I burn between my thighs, my whole body alive with need. When I mirror the action on his tongue, I’m rewarded with a groan. He pulls back, dropping his mouth to my neck.
“You taste so sweet,” he says. “I could kiss you all night, Nadine.”
“Why don’t you?” I whisper. “Can I have a second kiss?”
His lips curl into a smile against my neck.
“You’re an impatient little thing. No second kiss right now.” He lifts his head, looking straight at me. “Remember what I told you about anticipation?”
“Yes.”
“I must give you some incentive to accept going on a second date with me.”
I laugh. “You sure
“What’s that?”
“Anticipation is key. When you long for something, the release is more powerful.”
Heat spears me right through my core. “So, everything before sex is just one long round of foreplay?”
“There is that, and also the fact that intimacy is so much better if you know the person you’re with.” His words feel like a caress. “I won’t lie; I’ve had my fair share of sex after first dates, as well as one-night stands. Haven’t found either fully satisfying.”
“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”
He sets his jaw. “Haven’t found the right person.” He takes my hand, dragging his thumb in circles on my palm. His touch speaks more clearly to me than any words could; it tells me to trust him, that he’d never hurt me. “I think you’re sober now.”
Grinning, I nod.
“Good. I don’t believe in sex on the first date, but I do believe in something else. Dancing on a first date is absolutely necessary.”
Logan hauls me onto the dance floor, which is empty except for one other couple. Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulls me toward him until my breasts squish against his hard chest. Oh, God . Being inches away from him is too much. He takes my right hand in his, and I place my left one at the nape of his neck. This close, the smell of cologne, soap, and pure masculinity—the smell of him — overwhelms me. His scent is more intoxicating than the cocktail I’ve had. I will get drunk on this man.
“I’ve got moves, you know,” he whispers in my ear.
“Who doesn’t for a slow song?” I try to keep my voice even, but my mouth is cotton-dry. Chuckling in my ear, he leads the dance. One step forward, two back; one forward, two back. I’ve never been much of a dancer but, under Logan’s guidance, the movements come naturally; they are fluid, in sync. I involuntarily thread my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, and he leans his forehead on mine. The gesture is so intimate; I don’t know what to make of it.
As if sensing this change, Logan says, “I won’t hurt you, Nadine. I don’t want you to take my word for it; I’ll prove it to you.” His words reach somewhere deep inside me, beneath the confident air of a woman wearing sexy lingerie. He pulls back a notch, cupping the side of my face with his long fingers. The desire to be alone with him hits me fast and unapologetic.
“I need some fresh air.” My eyes dart to the double doors leading to the terrace.
Logan doesn’t argue, instead leading the way. Once outside, I shiver, and Logan makes quick work of shedding his suit jacket, draping it around my shoulders.
“Always a gentleman, aren’t you?”
“I assure you I don’t kiss like a gentleman.”
Before I can fully process his words, he closes the distance between us, covering my mouth with his. His lips settle on mine, full and warm. Their touch is enough to send a zing of anticipation through me, setting me on fire. His tongue pushes between my lips, coaxing my own into a dance.
Logan doesn’t kiss me as if it’s a means to an end.
He kisses me to... kiss me.
I have never been kissed like this before. He worships my mouth, and I know he’d do the same with my body. Without warning, Logan intensifies the kiss. He pushes me against the wall, sucking on my tongue. I burn between my thighs, my whole body alive with need. When I mirror the action on his tongue, I’m rewarded with a groan. He pulls back, dropping his mouth to my neck.
“You taste so sweet,” he says. “I could kiss you all night, Nadine.”
“Why don’t you?” I whisper. “Can I have a second kiss?”
His lips curl into a smile against my neck.
“You’re an impatient little thing. No second kiss right now.” He lifts his head, looking straight at me. “Remember what I told you about anticipation?”
“Yes.”
“I must give you some incentive to accept going on a second date with me.”
I laugh. “You sure
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