We spend the rest of the time enjoying our meals with light conversation about the upcoming rainstorm. The time flies by, and I am pleasantly surprised with how well our lunch has gone and am almost afraid to jinx it.
When he pulls back up to the law firm, he snags another spot on the street with his apparent good luck. Looking at the clock, I am shocked to see not even a full hour has passed since we left, which is good because I don’t want to take advantage of Richard’s kindness.
“Thank you for lunch,” I say, reaching for the handle. “Although you were kind of forced into it.”
“I wasn’t.” Logan smiles, bringing my attention to his full lips. “Brenna,” he says, again, much like at the restaurant, and lays his hand on my arm. “I owe you an apology. I was inappropriate last time we were together, and I put you in a compromising situation. I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of guy who goes after his brother’s girl.”
“I’m not,” I say, this time loud enough I know he heard me.
“You’re not what?”
“Tanner’s girl. I never was. What made you think that?”
“The way he carries on with you at the bar, and then the day at the pool party; I figured you two were hooking up.”
I laugh, wishing we could have cleared this mess up a hell of a lot sooner. “That’s just become an ongoing joke with him. I assure you, nothing’s going on with me and Tanner.”
“You’ve never hooked up?” Looking into his dark blue eyes now, all I see is heat and want.
“Never.”
In a heartbeat, his hands fist my hair, pulling me closer, and he crashes his mouth to mine. I am too shocked to react at first, but it doesn’t take long before I give just as much as I am taking. In this one kiss, Logan has just officially ruined me for any future kisses. His lips and tongue have taken over full control, and it feels impossible for me to ever recover from him. He is making love to my mouth, and it leads me to wonder what the real thing would be like. He pulls away slowly, leaving slow kisses on my swollen lips.
“Go out with me.” It’s not a question.
“I just did,” I say, breathless as his forehead rests against mine.
He literally just kissed me breathless.
“Go out with me now that I’m not under the pretense you’re with my brother.”
“Okay.” I watch as his lips pull into a smile before pressing against mine again.
“I’ll call you.” Another kiss.
“Okay.”
His mouth touches against mine, and he swipes his tongue across my lips before pulling away completely.
“Bye, Brenna.”
“Bye.”
With my one-word answers, he may have also kissed me stupid. I quickly open the door and exit the car, putting much-needed distance between myself and the handsome devil. It isn’t until I am sitting back at my desk that I realize I never gave Logan my number.
Real smooth.
When Richard suggested I join Logan, I had been nervous and looking for a way out, but now, I couldn’t be more thankful for the time we had today. It’s insane to think how much changed during lunch or, at least, just now in his car.
When I return to the office, I find packages and files piled on my desk, so I jump right in. Stacking my arms full, I walk through the entire building, delivering each file or package to its rightful place. Thankfully, the phone has been rather quiet this afternoon, allowing me the chance to leave my desk.
Entering Richard’s office, he glances up from his computer with a smile on his face. Looking at him now, I see something in his eyes when he smiles that reminds me of Logan. He asks how lunch went, and I thank him, once again, for generously allowing me to go and covering the bill. Logan tried to pay for it, but apparently, Richard had planned ahead and called down to the restaurant.
The kindness he has shown me in the short time I have been here is making it extremely hard to turn down his offer. None of the other offices I have worked at have been as fulfilling as The Welch Law Firm. I was accepted on day one, even when no one thought I would return. I am in constant motion and have truly enjoyed the work. I guess it’s time to come to terms that the bar scene isn’t meant for someone nearing their thirties.
Sitting back at my desk, I pull my phone from my bag, hoping to have finally heard from my sister. I momentarily forget my disappointment when I read a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: I don’t have as much patience as I thought. Do you have plans tonight?
I laugh when I note the time—ten minutes after I clocked back in from lunch. As I consider my response, I decide to have a little fun with him.
Was last night not enough? I’m a little worn out.
The little bubble pops up, letting me know that he is typing, but then it quickly disappears. And again. Maybe I went a little far with that. I am about to send a haha when the device vibrates in my hand.
Logan: Brenna.
Kidding. How did you get my number so quickly?
Logan: Not funny. I have my ways. So tonight?
Tonight, I am yours.
Logan: Yes. You are. I’ll pick you up at seven. Text me your address.
Where are we going?
Logan: See you at seven.
Chapter 5
After trying on just about every piece of clothing I own, I settle on a black A-line dress that I’ve never worn. I picked it up on a day of shopping, thinking I could wear it out sometime, but have never had an opportunity until tonight. I pair the dress with black heels that I found stuffed in the back of my closet.
Not hearing from Logan since our texts earlier today, I still have no clue where we are going. The black dress was my best option since it’s so easy to either dress up or down, but my hair was another issue.
After I shaved every inch of my body in the shower, I work the curling iron in my hair and add some loose waves. A little hairspray and fluffing and it’s good to go. I stick to my normal routine with makeup and am applying my last layer of mascara when there is a solid, confident knock on my door.
Taking one last look in the mirror, I breathe deeply before walking to the front door, not bothering with my heels yet.
When I open the door, I stand frozen, admiring the fine specimen. Logan is dressed casually in dark wash jeans and a navy shirt, sleeves pushed up his forearm. His hair is styled up and to the side, and his navy eyes are surveying my body.
“Hi,” I say in an attempt to break the ice.
His eyes dart to mine, and he smirks, edging his way closer to me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me against his hard body.
“Hi,” he says back. “You look beautiful and smell amazing.” He runs his nose up and down my neck, leaving kisses along the way.
I stifle a moan when he hits the sensitive spot below my ear, and he does it again, this time sucking it. My legs clench together, and I tighten my hands on his biceps. He attaches his lips to my ear and walks me backward into the apartment, kicking the door shut. I can’t get over the way just being around him makes me feel, much less the sensation that runs through me as he touches me.
“Once I had a taste today, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.” His lips are still consuming my neck and ear, and suddenly, I’m regretting my decision of going commando tonight.
“Don’t,” I say, my single word almost a whisper.
Pulling back, Logan’s hands cradle my face as he stares into my eyes, looking for something. Assuming he finds what he is looking for, he slams his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I am putty in his arms, and my legs wobble, threatening to give out. Sensing my dilemma, he grips my waist and effortlessly lifts me from the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Pressing me back against the wall, he slides his hands up my thighs until he is squeezing my ass. Being in this position, I can feel his hardened erection pressing into me, the only barrier is his jeans. He slides his hands to my hips from under the dress and groans into my mouth.
“Fuck,
Brenna,” he breathes out, his forehead against mine. “You’re bare under this dress?” Even though he is making a statement, it comes out more like a question.
With my arms and legs wrapped tightly around Logan, he brings his lips back to mine in a demanding kiss. Using the wall as leverage, he presses his hips into me, causing his erection to hit me right where I need him.
Frantically, my hand travels down to his waist, and I lift the hem of his shirt, running my hands along his muscular torso. He breaks our kiss long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head before returning. His skin is hard and hot to the touch, and I can’t keep my hands off him as our hips work together, bringing me closer to the edge. I reach his waist again, and this time I unbutton his pants and work down the zipper the best I can. Sensing my desperation, Logan smiles against my lips and lifts me a little higher on the door. Reaching into his pocket, he grabs something before working his way out of his jeans.
His hands are moving under my ass, making quick work of rolling on the condom. Bringing his body tighter against mine again, his hands slide back under my dress, pulling it from my body. Once it’s over my head, I arch my back off the wall enough to unclasp my bra and drop it to the floor.
Our eyes are locked together, chests moving at an increased rate. Logan looks down, and I follow his lead, admiring the way our bodies look together. We both have the perfect view as he enters me. He pushes in slightly, gripping my hips in a way will leave marks, and then pulls out, exhaling a hard breath.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Brenna, you’re so tight.” He pushes in a little more this time and withdraws again.
“It’s been a while.” I try to think back to the last time I had sex, but I’m completely consumed by Logan and can’t think of anything else.
He continues to move in and out, and just when I am positive I’m about to lose my mind, he slams all the way in.
“Oh, God,” I moan, never having felt anything as good as Logan inside me.
He works his hips faster and harder. His mouth wraps around my nipple, and when he bites down, I swear I see stars. I look down at where we are connected, and it only turns me on more. Slowing his movements, he rubs his thumb against my sensitive clit, sending me into a tailspin. My legs tighten around him, pulling him harder against me.
“Come on, babe. I’m almost there, and I need you to come first.” His motions become fast, and I feel the buildup.
It becomes too much, and I don’t think I can handle it any longer when I tighten around him, causing his hips to pick up their speed. Unable to keep it in any longer, the release hits me harder than anything I have ever experienced. His name leaves my lips in a scream, and he crashes his mouth to mine, absorbing my moans. He continues to slam his hips into me until he stills, finding his release seated deep inside me.
We stay connected like this against the wall, touching from lips to groin, trying to get our breathing under control.
After a few minutes, Logan kisses my face softly before withdrawing from inside me. I miss his fullness the second it is gone and confirm he has definitely ruined me. What had started after lunch with his kiss just continued with the best fuck of my life.
Unwrapping my legs from him, I’m unsteady as he lowers me back to the ground. Leaving me a little sore and shaky from what just transpired, he braces me until I get my footing under control.
“This isn’t the way I planned our evening to go.” Logan looks at me shyly, caressing my cheek with his hand. “After seeing you when you opened the door, though, I just couldn’t resist.”
“I’m not complaining.” I stand on my toes and press my lips against his.
“Bathroom?” he asks, looking down as he removes the condom.
“First door on the right.”
He kisses me one more time before retreating to the bathroom. I look around the floor where our clothes are scattered and wonder if we are going to just throw them back on and continue our previous plans for the evening.
I am bending over, picking up my discarded dress and bra when a strong arm wraps around me. His lips go straight for my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access.
“Well, I’m pretty sure we won’t be making our dinner reservation now.” He laughs, his breath on my skin causing a chill to run down my spine. “How do you feel about ordering in?”
“That sounds perfect.” I turn in his arms and kiss his jaw. “I’m just going to put on something more comfortable.” I hold the dress in my hand.
“I think you look pretty comfortable right now.”
“Mmmhmm. But I don’t think it would be wise to answer the door naked when the food arrives.”
He considers this a moment as his eyes run a seductive path along my nude body. “You make a good point. Fine, get dressed.” He kisses me again, and my teeth catch his bottom lip. “Keep that up and we won’t ever eat dinner.” With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me around and slaps my ass. “Better hurry out of here.”
I giggle, escaping his grasp, and saunter to my room with an extra sway to my hips. I peek over my shoulder before entering my room, and his eyes are locked on me. I give my ass a little shake and disappear through the door, hearing a deep growl come from Logan.
When I emerge in a pair of cutoffs and a loose tank, I find Logan relaxing on my couch, but to my disappointment, he is dressed as well. Opening my refrigerator, I examine its contents and decide that I really need to make a grocery trip.
“Can I get you a drink?” I call into the living room. “I have water and wine.”
“Water is good. Thank you.”
I grab two bottles and take a seat next to him on the couch. The TV is on, and he is watching an older movie I loved when I was a child. He takes the water, setting it on the end table, and then wraps his arm around me, pulling me to his side. My arm drapes across his stomach, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“So even though I know you rather intimately now, I don’t feel like I really know you.”
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
“Anything. Everything. All I know is where you work and that the first time I laid eyes on you at Déjà vu, I had to know you. I know that Tanner is very fond of you, and the two of you are close. You never hooked up with him, so I know you must have good taste in men.” He looks down at himself, and I laugh.
“Well, there isn’t too much to tell. I grew up with terrible parents and moved out as soon as I could and have been taking care of myself ever since. I don’t have many friends here, but the ones I do have are pretty great; your brother included. He really took me under his wing when we first met and has been amazing. I like to overwork myself, which doesn’t allow me much of a social life, and today has been one of the greatest days.”
I look up, and Logan is watching me intently. He brushes his lips over mine.
“Mine too,” he says against my lips before pulling away.
“What about you? What is there to know about Logan Tate?”
“Some of this you may already know from Tanner, but I’ll say it anyway. We lost our mom at a young age. She was sick, and the few memories I have consist of her sick in bed and how weak she always was. After her death, our father was never the same. He started working nonstop and traveling any chance he could, just to stay away from the house. Part of me always believed he was avoiding us too, me especially, because I resemble her the most. Luckily, Uncle Richard stepped in and brought us to live with them. I know, for a fact, I would not be the man I am today without their love and support.” He pauses for a moment, lost in thought.
I bend my head back slightly and kiss his cheek. “So what is it you do for work exactly?”
“I work with hotel chain management, making sure things go smoothly after we get them up and running. Lately, I’ve been traveling a few times a month, which I used to love. A new adventure every time, but now it’s becoming too much. I just want to stay in one place, but as more hotels go up, I have to fly out and get them off the
ground.”
As I watch Logan tell me about his career, it’s apparent how much he enjoys what he does. I have always hoped to one day have a job I love and look forward to going to each day.
“You like it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
He kisses the top of my head before responding. “I really do. There is a sense of pride that comes with leaving each hotel and knowing I had a part in making it what it is. A small part, but important nonetheless.”
“I think it’s great. I still haven’t figured out what I want to do when I grow up.” I squeeze his midsection when I feel him shake with laughter. “No laughing, mister.”
“Well, I know Uncle Richard seems to have taken a liking to you. Could you see yourself doing work in the law field?”
I take a moment and think about his question. Was it something I could see myself doing and enjoy? As much as I loved working behind the bar, I didn’t want to continue that forever.
“I was surprised at how much I actually enjoyed the work, but I don’t know that being a full-time receptionist is for me. I helped one of the legal assistants organize files for a criminal case, and I have to admit that piqued my interest.”
“So go for it.” Logan’s hand has been running through my hair, and when he stops, I sit up, peering down at him. “If it’s something you have an interest in, pursue it.”
“It’s not that easy, and I don’t even know what kind of degree that would require. Oh yeah, and I have zero experience. That makes the chances of me getting hired pretty slim.”
It took me longer than most, but I did complete enough college classes to earn my associate’s degree. It was all part of my plan to never become like my parents. I paid my own way, refusing to take out any student loans that would land me in debt.
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit. You should talk to my uncle. An attorney in his firm may be looking for someone, and if not, he has many connections in the community.”
“I just started working for him as a temp. There’s no way I would approach him about using his connections. Besides, it was just a silly thought.”
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