I stab a short nod in agreement, shivering a shorter breath before he seals both our fates with another of his powerful kisses.
If I was a cat I’ve used up life number two… and I know where I want to spend all of number three.
Forever…
Still kissing me, holding me so close I can feel his heart pounding against my own body, I feel the elevator start to go down and although I never want this moment to end, I know that Logan Parker is taking charge now.
No more games.
No more doubts.
I feel my heart flutter so fast against my ribs I feel like it will burst, but with each wave of virginal anxiety I have, there’s an equally stronger yearning to have this huge hunk of a man inside me, working this magic on a whole new level.
I feel the elevator finally stop and somehow know we’re all the way down at the bottom. The ground floor.
The door opens wide and the sounds of the huge foyer fill the small space which is made smaller by Logan’s large frame.
He only looks at me intensely, pecking my lips one more time before he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the elevator, I hear my inch high heels clipping across the marble and gradually getting louder as I become aware it’s the only sound before we get to the vast front doors of Logan Industries.
Every single person has stopped and turned to look at us.
There’s nobody within a five-mile radius who doesn’t know Logan from his picture, from his huge presence.
To see him crossing the floor to leave his own building with a girl like me… it’s a good thing the media’s packed up and gone home.
Good thing the world record people aren’t anywhere nearby.
But I can tell Logan doesn’t care and neither do I.
I’m hand in hand with the man I love, and I know he’s taking me someplace to prove it. To make it a permanent thing between us both.
It could be my imagination, but I already decided there’s no more time for that, but it feels like even people on the street, the traffic itself stops as we both cross the street after the doorman tips his hat and wishes Mr. Parker a good afternoon.
I’d cross burning lava for Logan, anything as long as I knew he’d have me, but I have to admit I’m a little surprised when his hand in mine leads me…
Just across the street.
Don’t get me wrong, I can see at once where we’re headed. It’s the most expensive hotel in the state, probably the most luxurious building in the country.
A gently firm squeeze of his hand reminds me to keep quiet, not to say or do anything except follow his lead.
The doorman of the hotel could be the same one from his own building, utterly shocked and warmly welcoming Mr. Parker to the hotel.
The concierge has a similar reaction, then looks suddenly embarrassed, flushing bright red when Logan asks for the best room they have.
The concierge goes from red to white in a second, without even checking his computer he knows he doesn’t have a spare room let alone the best in the hotel.
Logan reads his mind, sighing briefly through his nose and drumming his huge fingers on the counter as he composes himself.
“Mr. Parker… I’m so, so sorry… but-”
Logan ignores him and starts telling me something.
“Y’know, Chrissy? I know the owner of this hotel, the worldwide chain, he keeps begging me to buy from him… I think I just decided to help him out with that, but now this young man’s telling me I can’t even get a room in my own hotel?”
A manager appears, relieving the concierge, and after a two-second phone call, we’re being shown up to what must be the presidential suite.
Logan practically slams the door in the guy’s face, his hands on my chest in an instant, and as I hear myself moaning with pleasure, relief, and excitement, I can see the name of the man I know I love in fifty-foot high letters on the building across the road.
Chapter Twelve
Logan
I know she wants to say sorry. I know she wants to tell me a million other things, but I don’t need to hear it.
I never need the most perfect person alive to apologize for anything.
Not ever.
She’s perfect and she came back to me, that’s all that matters.
If anyone’s sorry, it’s me. For letting her out of my sight for two minutes, not something I plan on doing anytime soon or ever again.
The only thing that needs doing is her, and I know I don’t have to hide my animal desire for her anymore, both of us wanting just one thing now.
Knowing we won’t be disturbed should slow us down, but the look in her eyes is as intense as the hardness I have for her, needing to fill her with it.
Needing to claim her now, putting every other doubt or circumstance out of both our minds.
Holding her close isn’t enough, and I left her up again, something I can feel is our instant favorite position.
It means I can hold her, hug her, and have her receptive mound grinding against my aching cock at the same time. I walk us both through to the main bedroom, wanting this to be special.
Wanting this to be right.
The same magnetism that’s brought us together, finds us the bed while our mouths are locked onto each other’s.
Her rising breath and whimpering moans as her hands claw at my jacket tell me there’s no time for anything else.
Her hands pull my jacket off my shoulders, and mine are busy hitching her skirt, only pulling her panties to one side with a loud tear as we both gasp again.
I lay her down on her back on the bed, flicking my jacket and pulling at my shirt, when something floats down between us, like a feather.
The photo from her file.
It lands square on her heaving belly, her own image facing
