Irreplaceable

After I finished all I could eat—which wasn’t much, since my stomach was filled with horny butterflies—I set my fork down. Logan did the same and then leaned in, both elbows planted on the table, his fingers interlocking his strong hands together.

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting for you to be so…friendly tonight,” he confessed.

“Well, despite what your big ego believes, you don’t know everything about me, Mr. West.” His eyes darkened at my use of his full name. “I have many sides that you’ve yet to see.”

“It appears so.”

I raised my brows, challenging him to dive in, and as I expected, he didn’t let me down.

“Cassandra, you have until the count of five to either tell me what game you’re playing at, or I’m coming to get you.”

My lips curled up. Yes, please come. I’m right here, waiting.

I sat there waiting, and almost instantly he began the countdown.

“Five.”

My pulse raced, anticipation heavy in my veins.

“Four.”

I sat up straighter, my nipples hardening at his promising tone.

“Three.”

My mouth opened just enough to release the breath I’d been holding onto unknowingly.

“Two.”

Game on. I scooted my chair back and gave him a come-and-get-me smirk.

“One.”

Logan stood and I did the same. But to keep the upper hand, I ran my wet tongue over my bottom lip deliberately and raised my brows.

“What are you waiting for? I thought you took what you wanted?”

Logan’s lips attacked mine without warning. His stubble burned against my delicate skin when his mouth traveled down my jaw and then back up to recapture my pouty lips. His were as soft as I remembered, yet firm and demanding.

His kissed was greedy with hunger and radiating ecstasy. My tongue traced over his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and with a panty-soaking growl, his mouth opened and his tongue met mine in a fierce battle of lust.

Pulling back, I sucked in a deep breath of replenishing air, and then demanded, “Take me to bed—now!”

A loud squeal burst from my throat when he bent down and threw me over his shoulder, just as he’d done the day I got hurt jogging. This time, however, he was ruthless—one hand held me in place by my calves, while the other slid up my dress and caught my ass in his grip.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to do that the last time I had you in this position.” He kneaded and squeezed, walking leisurely to my bedroom, then dragged me back down the front of his body slowly. His manhood pressed into my stomach as I stood in front of him, swallowing at the size of it.

He noticed, and a cheeky grin crept over the lips that I missed already.

“You should have seen what you did to me then. Why do you think I kept you up on my shoulder so long after we reached your porch?”

My face seared as my arousal plunged to unthinkable depths. I’d seen him checking out my ass that day, but the fact that he’d been sporting an erection was not something I’d even dreamed.

“I should have realized. I guess I still held out hope you were a gentleman in there somewhere.” With an innocent smile, I went up on my tiptoes and placed a wet kiss over his irresistible neck.

“Always a gentleman for you, sweetheart. Only you.”

“Shhh.”

No nice words could be exchanged, or the heart I’d sealed up tight for the night would begin to uncover.

I only wanted to prove this was all he really wanted—that he wasn’t my happily ever after, and after tonight, we’d both be able to move on. It was the best kind of closure a girl could get: closure sex.

I silenced my thoughts as he kissed me again, my relentless hands tugging his hair, forcing him to remain quiet.

My face angled toward his, my fingers sweeping deftly over his scruffy jaw. He caught my pinky in his teeth, causing me to giggle. My laughter was caught in my throat when he released my finger and placed lingering, open-mouth kisses on the tips of each digit, one by one. He didn’t miss a beat when he raised my hand, running his lips up my arm, his eyes holding mine in his steady gaze.

I’d never wanted someone so badly in all my life, and the realization that it was none other than Logan who brought that yearning out of me was terrifying.

“We don’t have to do this.” His mouth surrounded my ear, tongue flicking down over the lobe. My legs squeezed together, my sex clenching.

Oh God! The surge of heat rushing through me and pooling between my legs was too much to bear. I needed this. I needed him.

Without a reply, I pushed him down onto the bed and dropped to my knees. Logan raised his brows in approval, his lips pressed into a firm line.

Looking up at him, I bit my bottom lip and let it slip through my teeth. "How long have you been hoping to see me on my knees for you?"

His eyes were a shade darker and half lidded. “Cassandra.”

“Shhh. Stop thinking. Just feel,” I murmured.

His black boots smelled of leather. I undid the laces slowly and pulled them off, followed by his white socks.

Gazing down at his beautiful bare feet, I smiled, my arousal influencing me to continue and eager to move on to the main event. Tonight was about fulfilling all the dreams of and desires for Logan I’d ever had.

With zealous ease, my hands slid up his jeans and over his calves, resting on his firm thighs. His muscles clenched, building my confidence.

Logan watched me with a stoic expression when I glanced up under my long, painted lashes and spread his legs apart slowly.

I smiled to myself as his bulge greeting me, proud I’d caused such a reaction from him. Gingerly, my fingers slid up his leg and traced over his hardness, continuing to the button of his fly.

I gasped, startled when he grabbed my wrist to stop me. When I tipped my head back to meet his gaze, my breath caught. The intensity staring back at me could never be matched. Heat prickled over my scalp, my cheeks burning under his scrutiny.

“Tell me you really want this.” His husky tone was breathless.

My attempt at a smile was in vain. He could see right through me, and I found myself lost in the depth of his gaze. The strength it took to stretch up on the balls of my feet was nearly painful, but I managed with confident grace to lean into his ear, the warmth of his cheek pressed to mine while my hands braced on his thighs.

“I want this, Logan. And tonight, there is no place else I’d rather be.”

Logan’s eyes glistened. In that same instant, he reached down and scooped me up by my waist, flinging me up from the floor and burying me beneath him on the mattress. His hands held mine, pinning them to the mattress above my head.

“Tonight?” His teeth ground out the word, and I blanched. Before I could wonder if he’d read my mind or what was going through his, a flash of determination crossed his dark, shadowy eyes.

“Tonight,” he repeated, as if testing the word in a new voice—a calmer one.

He released my hands and worked down my dress tediously, popping the buttons open one by one, torturing me with the deliberately slow pace of his fingers. I reached down to help, but he grabbed both my hands in one of his and, after placing a quick kiss to my thumb, returned them to their position above my head. My actions only deepened my need for him, as he slowed with now only one hand to undo the exasperating buttons.