But the sight of him in his worn denim jeans, leaning against her counter and opening Styrofoam take-out boxes loaded with Chinese food—food he knew what to order without asking her what—had her aching in her heart as well as between her legs.
She watched him in silence, thinking she would never get tired of this sight. His hair had effectively turned mostly blond from the light brown it normally was, from their few days walking in the sun in Japan. His long legs were covered in his worn jeans and he wore Converse shoes—he was all laid back. No one would ever guess he practiced law. He unconsciously hummed, as he always did, while he opened the boxes of food and opened the plastic bags full of utensils so they could eat.
My heart is killing me. She would miss this more than Logan would ever know.
Taking his attention off the food, he met her gaze. Sparks immediately sizzled between them. Who was she kidding? She wanted him. Not Kung Pao Chicken or Combo Lo Mein. Only him. She was aware of the fast rise and fall of her chest as the spark in his eye went from hungry to hungry for her and it took everything she had not to squeeze her legs together to fight the need brewing from within.
“Keep looking at me like that Cinderella and our dinner will get cold,” he warned.
Brazenly, she opened her mouth and let her thoughts come out. “Let it get cold, Logan.” Please do the things you did to me in Japan. Tell me it wasn’t the exotic locale that tempted you. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as if he wanted to say something. She didn’t look away, she couldn’t. She was hypnotized, waiting for his next move.
He took his time pulling the lids back over the cartons. He folded the box full of rice back into its proper position and then turned to her.
He repeated what he told her on the phone. “I leave tomorrow night.”
She hated hearing those words from him. It made her feel…empty. Lonely. Desperate.
Desperate to enjoy this last chance they had left. After tonight, everything would change. Everything would go back to the way it was before their attraction began. No, it would be worse.
They would be separated.
This one night was all she had to let go, to trust and be free with a man. After tonight, she would become the scared woman who was before, frightened to have sex for fear of having a repeat mistake. She would go back to being that woman who couldn’t orgasm because she couldn’t trust someone enough to let herself go. She would be that woman who believed she would end up being like her mother.
She shuddered.
“We don’t have much time then, do we?” She hated the anguish in her voice, the heavy pain in her heart, but when Logan came to her without hesitation, picked her up like a kid, the pain in her heart was forgotten.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked between kisses.
“We only have tonight.” She had tonight to be brave. To do things to Logan she’d imagined but had never done to any man because of her fear and discomfort. Tonight, she vowed, she would be Gabriella, sexual Goddess that gave her all. If tonight was all she had, she wanted it to be the best fucking night of her life. She wanted to give Logan pleasure every which way he wanted it but hadn’t asked for it. She wanted to please him the way he kept pleasing her over and over. She wanted to feel powerful—to give as good as she’d gotten.
Most of all, she wanted to let go. She wanted to experience the woman she was when Logan was around. The trusting, carefree, not-afraid-of-anything woman that he helped her to be when they were together.
Tonight, she was going to be the seductress in her marketing campaigns.
He had her butt pressed up against the counter, her legs spread out around his waist. “Let me down,” she asked.
He bent his head back and his eyebrows quirked together in that way she always interpreted as his what-the-hell-for-look. He set her down and she prayed to Aphrodite to give her the sexual confidence she needed to do what she was about to do to Logan. She started with his shirt, helping him take it off over his head. She grazed her fingertips along the fine hairs on his chest, moving across his skin and down to the button on his jeans.
She managed to get them unbuttoned and unzipped this time with steady hands. She looked up at Logan, wanting affirmation she was doing things right. His eyes were intense, focused not on her hands, but her. She felt the blush creeping into her cheeks as her attempt at seduction started to falter.
“Keep going.”
His husky voice brought her inner Goddess back and she managed to pull his boxers down enough that she was able to grasp his erection into her hand. As if he knew she needed encouragement to continue on, Logan whispered, “Don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. She slid her hand up and down his shaft in slow doses. Kneeling in front of him she licked the tip of his head, unsure if she liked the taste of semen. She stole a glance up to his face and his eyes appeared closed. The seductress in her rose up again and she took him into her mouth.
A growling sound came from his throat and Gabbie assumed…hoped…she was doing it right. She continued her assault on his cock, trying to ignore her own arousal long enough to make him come. His hand gripped her head as she worked her mouth and her tongue, up and down his shaft.
He warned her first before he came but she didn’t know what else to do except
