Your Captivating Love (14 page)

I drop my voice to a whisper, even though it’s just us back here. “It feels like I’ve known him forever. He’s... I had no idea men could be like him.”

“You have to thank Mrs. Bennett for raising them the way she did. They’re one of a kind.”

“He’s made me think about things I wanted to forget. Like love...”

“It’s the Bennett effect, trust me,” Ava tells me. “On our first date, I was daydreaming about the initials in my signature if I carried Sebastian’s name.”

“This man could get me pregnant by just looking at me,” I sigh dramatically.

Ava elbows me so hard I nearly drop my bucket. “He did more than look at you, didn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“Do tell,” Ava beckons.

“Don’t,” Pippa says, having just entered the room. “I’m all for finding out the dirty details, but Mom’s ears are finer than a rabbit’s. She can hear gossip even through walls. I don’t know about you, but I always thought moms had to be kept in PG-13 territory.”

Ava and I burst out laughing.

“Why don’t we do a girls’ night out instead?” Pippa suggests.

“Sure. I have a ton of work, but I’m sure we can find some time,” I reply. Also, I love the idea of having a group of girlfriends.

“Letting steam off is important. Though, by the sound of things, my brother’s helping you plenty.”

“So, you can hear through walls too?” I ask.

“Maybe,” Pippa answers with a smile. “Or maybe I like to eavesdrop.” Then Mrs. Bennett casually enters the room, asking us if we need any help. With a grin, I assure her we’re fine.

After she leaves, Pippa asks no one in particular, “How is it that being around her always makes me feel like a teenager?”

“That’s the effect moms have,” I reply, thinking fondly of my own.

For the next two hours, everyone works hard. Except for Summer who, after finishing the tasks Pippa entrusted her with, has found herself with nothing to do. She brought everyone coffee from across the street, followed by sandwiches. After pumping coffee and food into each of us, she proceeded to talk everyone’s ear off. Her current victim is Alice.

“Summer, I love you,” Alice says, “but for Heaven’s sake, how can you talk so much?”

Summer gives her the stink eye. “I spend hours alone each day. I love my art, but paintings don’t talk back. So shut up and listen to me.”

Alice rolls her eyes, but she continues to listen to Summer’s rant, and even shares her opinion whenever Summer pauses for breath.

“I swear she’s the most talkative of us all,” Blake says.

“And she has no filter,” Daniel adds. The twins are helping Pippa and me.

“Well, I will say she’s the only one who calls you man-whores to your faces,” Pippa says. At Daniel and Blake’s stricken expressions, she adds, “Oops, I guess I just did too.”

“I’m not. . .” Blake stutters. “I mean, lately, I haven’t. . .”

“Dude, there’s no need to pretend with Pippa,” Daniel says. “She knows who we are. Good thing she also loves us, faults and all.”

“So, what do you think?” Blake asks Daniel while eyeing Alice and Summer. “Should we save Alice before she turns deaf?”

Soon enough, Daniel and Blake gather around Summer. Alice inconspicuously leaves, winking at me.

***

W
e make a lot of progress. It’s pitch dark outside when we finish, and I offer to buy everyone dinner, even though money is tight. It’s the least I can do. They refuse, bringing up some very dubious excuses. I suspect it’s because they want to leave Logan and me alone. Everyone leaves, except for Logan’s parents and Blake.

“Nadine, I can come by this week and help,” Mr. Bennett says.

“It’s not necessary.”

“Please, humor this retired man. I have nothing to do all day, and my wife refuses to let me repair the damn roof. I feel useless.”

I glance at Logan to make sure I’m not crossing any boundaries, but he’s smiling at his father. I nod. “Thank you.”

“You’re doing me a favor,” Logan tells me as his parents bicker over Mr. Bennett’s stubbornness.

“But you said you don’t want your dad to do dangerous construction stuff,” I reply.

“Trust me, there’s nothing dangerous here. If he stays at home, he’ll want to repair that damn roof.” Dropping his voice to a whisper, Logan adds, “I had a brilliant idea. I can have someone repair the roof while he’s here.”

“Actually,” Blake says loudly from across the room, “I’ll join you and Dad, Nadine. I have some time off,” he explains at my questioning glance.

“Thanks.”

After the three of them leave, I stretch and say, “Why is your family doing all this?”

Logan pulls me into a hug, kissing my neck. I love being in this man’s arms. No place in the world seems safer. “Because I asked them to, and we always back each other up. As opposed to Sebastian and Pippa, who are the epitomes of self-sufficiency, I ask for help when I need it.”

I push him away with a smile. “So, that makes you perfect, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, I have plenty of defects. Wait till you discover them all.”

“What have you told them to convince them?” I insist.

“That I believe in you and your dream.”

“How is it that you always have the right words?”

“It’s all documented in my secret book of how to charm a woman.” He pulls me into a kiss—dirty, raw, and perfect. I fist his hair, pressing my torso to his. His hard chest feels amazing against my breasts. A groan reverberates in his throat, masculine and dominant. It sends a jolt of heat between my thighs.
Damn, this man can kiss.
His strong hands cup my ass, sending more heat to my tender spot.

Then he pushes me away. “Come on, let’s grab some dinner on the way home. I’m starving.”

“We can buy a sandwich. The coffee shop is still open.”

Logan snickers. “I need more than a tiny sandwich. I’m a big boy.”

Naturally, my mind immediately goes to the gutter at the words “big boy.” I sigh, remembering his lovemaking in the shop and later on his couch yesterday. “Mmm. You are a big boy indeed.”

“I didn’t mean
that
.” Logan throws his head back, laughing.

“I didn’t realize I said it out loud.” Blushing, I lick my lips.

“I’m not complaining.” A boyish glint dances in his eyes. “So, I’m big?”

I narrow my eyes. “You know you are.”

“I like hearing it.” Tipping his head to me, he drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “All men do.”

“When they’re teenagers, surely?”

“Nah, pretty much always. Let’s go. I have great plans for us tonight.”

***

W
e buy pizza with the intent to eat it after we arrive at the apartment, but end up eating it on the way. Turns out I was starving too.

“You shower first, I’ll go after you,” Logan says the second we enter his home.

“Why are we showering separately?” I ask. “Your shower is way bigger than the one at the shop. I foresee a hundred possibilities for sexy times in the shower.”

“I foresee endless possibilities for that, and we’ll try out all of them. But I want you in my bed tonight. If we shower together...” His voice is husky and full of promise, sending a shiver down my back. “Now, be a good girl and go.”

Showering alone is torture, but I take the opportunity to make myself as flawless as possible. Afterward, I wait alone in Logan’s bedroom. Unable to stay put, I walk from one side to the other, inspecting it. We were both exhausted when we entered it last night and fell asleep. This morning, we were in a hurry, so I haven’t had a chance to look around. The massive bed with a leather headboard dominates the bedroom. Everything is clean and organized. Even though he told me he has a maid, I’m sure he’s the one organizing his things. I suppose one doesn’t achieve as much as he did without immaculate efficiency.

I never thought this particular trait to be sexy, but when it comes to Logan, it is. God, everything about this man is a turn-on. I feel his presence in the room before he speaks and turn around to face him. I have a towel wrapped around me. He’s wearing absolutely nothing.

“Drop your towel, Nadine.”

His voice drips masculinity and sex appeal. It has such a powerful effect on me, almost as if he touched me. Holding my breath, I do as he says.

He groans. “You have such a beautiful body.”

I open my mouth with the intention of returning his compliment, but only an “Oh” comes out. His eyes turn darker.

“Lie on the bed.”

Once again, I do as I’m told. In a fraction of a second, Logan is next to me, and he settles on his knees between my legs.

He puts his forefinger on my mound. “I want to kiss you here, Nadine.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve wanted to taste you all day.”

Running his fingers across one inner thigh then the other, Logan nudges me to open even more for him. Resting on my elbows, I drop my thighs completely to the sides, exposing myself to him.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips merely inches away from my swollen flesh. When he blows a cold puff of air on my heated center, I yelp in surprise. He drags his fingers up and down my folds in a slight caress, and I fist the sheet with both hands to keep from buckling against him. He lowers his head, swiping his tongue in a slight touch over my folds.

“Oh, God, Logan.” Closing my eyes, I shudder.

“So sweet.” Finally, he places his mouth, hot and firm, on my sensitive flesh. First, he focuses on my clit, his lips nibbling and sucking it expertly.

“Holy fuck,” I cry.

I swear to God, I’m going to grab his head and make love to his face if he doesn’t give me my release soon. But I know he’s not going to be that merciful with me. He presses his lips harder on my clit, and I’m certain I’ll explode. Then Logan puts one finger inside me, torturing me even further.

“Logan,” I pant, pressing my feet deeper into the bed. When he inserts another finger, stretching me, pleasuring me, I squirm, my entire body sizzling. I touch myself, rolling my nipples between my fingers, hoping to quench the fire. Instead, I’m intensifying it.

I cry in protest when Logan unhitches his mouth from my clit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes focus on my hands, which are currently torturing my nipples while his fingers torture my pussy. He curves his fingers inside me, and I nearly pass out.

“Come on, Nadine. I want to feel you clench around my fingers.”

“I want your tongue,” I manage to say. Logan’s eyes darken instantly.

“Your wish is my command.”

He pulls back his fingers, leaving me cold and empty for a split second before his tongue fills me. His thumb flicks my clit as his blessed tongue slides in and out, in and out, in motions so precise they bring me close to climax in a few seconds.

I lose my control. Instead of fisting the sheet, I curl my fingers around his hair. My hips are about to leave the mattress when Logan puts his hands on them, forcing me to stay put.

“Don’t move,” he commands. “Just feel. Feel all of it, and let me see and hear you.” He plunges his tongue back inside me. Every nerve ending zaps to life, awoken by the lash of his tongue, the sinful power of his words. I ride the wave of pleasure, giving myself to the release with complete abandon.

“
OhGodOhGodOhGod
.”

My legs jerk violently as I come, Logan’s name on my lips.

“This was gorgeous,” Logan says. His voice is rough, and lust clouds his eyes.

Still panting, I push myself to a sitting position. Logan is on his knees before me, his erection inches away from my face.
Yumm
. I could lick him. Instead, I decide to tease him.

I fist his shaft from the tip and slide my hand to the bottom, then play with his balls.

“You like them?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “They’re my real jewels.”

I snicker. “Proud of them, aren’t you?”

“Very.”

In a fraction of a second, Logan overpowers me. I’m beneath him, and he kisses me. It’s passionate, yet gentle.

“I love doing this with you, Nadine. It means more than it ever did... before.” Uncertainty flickers in his eyes. “I don’t know how to explain this better, but... Do you understand?”

I run my fingers through his hair, his words warming me. “Yes. It means more to me too.”

“Good. We’ll see where this takes us. I just ask you one thing. Trust me.”

I don’t hesitate. “I do.”

He presses his forehead to mine and kisses me again, his mouth warm and reassuring, his arms hovering protectively at my side. Right now, encircled in his arms, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. He appreciates every part of me. With every inch of my body he claims, I surrender a piece of my soul. I trust him, and that truth is both reassuring and frightening.

Abruptly, Logan says, “On your knees and turn around.” I do as he says with my heart in my throat. “Now, put your hands on the headboard.” His commands make me ache for him even more, if that’s possible. With my back to him, I can’t see or anticipate what he’ll do next. I can only feel, and that makes everything so much more intense: the waiting, the guessing, the desire. I hear the sound of a wrapper being ripped apart, and Logan rolling the condom on.

He’s suddenly behind me, his skin radiating heat. He places one palm on each of my buttocks, spreading them slightly. He dips his tongue between them. Just one short lick.

I fist the sheets, biting into the pillow.
Holy wow
.
What was that?

He dips his tongue again, and a white-hot shiver races through me. The sound of my muffled cry fills the air. When he drags his tongue across the crease of my ass, my thighs almost give in, wetness rushing to my center. I’m panting, nearing a climax again, and he isn’t even inside me! I lift up, taking my hands away from the bed, so I’m only on my knees.

Logan plasters his chest to my back and smooths his hands across my waist and ribcage, up to my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I cry softly when I feel his erection between my thighs, slapping his length gently across the seam of my sex, rocking back and forth over the slick and sensitive flesh, torturing me.

A master of anticipation, that’s what Logan Bennett is. My hands grip the headboard, the delicate flesh between my thighs becoming even slicker. He drops one hand to my hip, driving into me. Pleasure whips through me as he pushes himself in and out, in and out, igniting me. He lifts my ass slightly then enters me even deeper. So deep, in fact, that his jewels slap across my clit.
Oh, my
.