Conviction (Club Destiny 1)
Page 37“A chance? A chance to what, Logan? A chance to get into my bed? A chance to spend a day in my life? What sort of chance are you looking for here?”
“Shit I don’t know. When it comes to you, I don’t know much. I just want to spend time with you. I don’t want to hurt you. That, I assure you.”
His first instinct was to move away, but he couldn’t take that chance. He’d gotten this close, and she wasn’t trying to run from him. If he gave her an inch though, she’d probably take a mile. When she inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, then released the breath, he felt his body harden again.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze once more. “A chance?”
Logan heard the breathlessness in her voice; saw the raw hunger in her eyes. He knew she didn’t know what to do any more than he did.
The day had been a long one with those exact thoughts running through his mind. He had actually come over to her apartment twice earlier in the day. Yes, twice. Like some love sick teenager, he had stalked her just so he could try and talk to her.
“Fine.” Sam said when he’d just about given up hope. “But there are conditions.”
“I can handle conditions.” He said as his lips came closer to hers. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his mouth, their ragged breaths mingling. “Name them.”
“First condition. You,” she poked him in the chest for emphasis, “take me”, she poked herself in the chest, “on a date. A real date where you pick me up and take me out.”
“That’s an easy one.” He brushed his lips against hers again. “Next.”
She tasted so sweet, so tempting. He was listening with all of his might as his lips pressed gently against hers.
“When it comes to us, I’m just a girl interested in a boy. No expectations, no promises.”
He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he’d ask her to clarify later. Right now he just needed her to kiss him back. “Anything else?”
“Yes.”
She was breathless now, their bodies touching from knee to chest, his fingers twined in her hair, holding her head back so he could look into her eyes.
“I want...” Her voice was barely a whisper as she seemed to search for the next words. “I want you to kiss me.”
He didn’t need any more instruction than that. Logan put his lips on hers, his tongue forcing them apart, diving into her mouth as though he were starved and she his only meal. Within seconds, he had her pressed between the counter and him, engulfed in the sensuality of the kiss.
When she went up on her toes, putting her arms around his neck, he lifted her off the ground and set her on the counter. He let go of her neck long enough to lift her knee so her leg would wrap around him. He needed to feel her heat, needed to get closer to her.
Logan could hardly breathe in this position, her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her head, her fingers twined into his hair. He pressed his cock between her open legs, the only thing between them were her tiny pink boxers and his jeans. As she kissed him back, Logan rubbed against her, wishing like hell he could rid her of her clothes.
He wanted to taste her. He wanted to press his lips against the folds of her pussy, he wanted to bury his tongue inside of her and send her over the edge.
She was forcing his control.
He wanted to take her, but he was going to follow her conditions. He had no choice. He wasn’t willing to give this up. Not yet. He knew beneath the poised confidence was a wild woman, one who would take him to heights he never thought he would go. One who could handle his intense sexual needs.
“Ok, so, I’ll do as you’ve asked. I’ve met one of your conditions, but don’t think that’s the last kiss. There are plenty more to come, but in due time.” He paused, swallowed. “I’ve got one condition of my own.”
Sam’s face was flush, her lips swollen from his kiss, but she seemed interested to hear what he had to say.
“I need you to trust me.”
He knew that was asking a lot of her, but he had to know she would give him that much.