Smiling, Sam tried to pretend she wasn’t overcome with the urge to cover her naked breasts.
“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, looking at her expectantly.
“Nothing,” she lied.
“Nothing?” Logan questioned, but then paused as he studied her. “So, you’re gonna sit there and pretend that you don’t wish you had clothes on?”
Sam laughed. This man knew her so well.
“Yes, I actually wish I had clothes on,” she told him honestly.
“Why? You’d just have to take them off again.”
True.
Sam smiled at him, flushed from her discomfiture. And it was true, she wished she had clothes on, but the unmistakable desire she saw in Logan’s eyes made it more and more difficult to wish for anything more than sitting right there in front of him, completely exposed.
Much to her surprise, Logan began eating, sparing her a glance only every now and again. Although he made it look easy, she noticed the crease in his forehead, which was a telltale sign that he was having to focus extremely hard.
“God this is good,” he said, staring down at his plate as though seeing his food for the first time. “You made me lasagna.”
“I did,” she replied with a smile as she moved her food around on her plate. “How’d it go today?”
“Good. Although I learned that I still suck at golf.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you excel at other things,” she said absently, looking up to meet his gaze.
“Think so?”
“I know so,” she assured him.
Logan grinned but then turned his attention back to his plate as he continued to eat, pausing frequently to sip his wine.
If she weren’t mistaken, he was trying to distract himself from her nakedness. It didn’t make things easier, but somehow, over the next half hour, Sam managed to make it through the meal, eating half of what was on her plate.
“You finished?” he asked nonchalantly, bringing her attention to him.
Glancing up, she realized he had pushed his plate away and was leaning back in his chair, his fingers sliding along the stem of his wine glass.
“Yes,” she managed to say. Her breath was lodged in her throat, the longing in his gaze making her body tingle.
“Good.”
Sam never knew what Logan was going to say or do next. Her husband was notorious for catching her off guard and she had to assume that this was one of those times when he was going to do something she might question later.
“Stand up and come over here,” he insisted, releasing his wine glass.
Doing as he instructed, Sam felt her face flame from embarrassment. It didn’t matter that she was naked in front of this man often, or that there were times when she’d been naked in public, it never seemed to get any easier. Once she was on her feet, she stood before him, waiting.
“Turn around.”
Sam turned around, facing away from him, her eyes closing as she tried to fight off the nerves.
When Logan’s warm hands gripped her hips, Sam exhaled deeply. She loved the feel of his hands on her body. She wasn’t sure she would ever get tired of his slightly roughened fingers caressing her.
His fingers played over her skin briefly, before he cupped her bottom in both hands, gripping firmly. As he continued to knead with one hand, his other dipped between her legs, his finger sliding between her slick folds.
Sam moaned, the sensual invasion making her body tingle.
“Baby, you’re wet.”
Sam didn’t respond because there was no reason to. And when he drove one long finger inside her, Sam thrust her hips backward instinctively, trying to drive him deeper.
“Such a beautiful ass,” Logan said reverently. “I want to slide my dick right up inside of you, Sam.”
Yes, she wanted that too and she was rapidly heading toward the pleading stage. Just when she thought he would add another finger to the first and fuck her into oblivion, he stopped.
“Please don’t stop,” she requested softly. She needed more and it didn’t matter that they were standing in the dining room and she was as naked as the day she was born.
“I don’t plan to stop,” he informed her. “But I do plan to move this out to the hot tub.”
Ok. Good. She was good with that. The hot tub was definitely good.
And now she was mentally rambling just because he’d touched her.
“You go on out there, and I’ll be there in just a second. No clothes, Sam.”
Sam turned and looked up at him, trying to read his mind. What did he have planned?
Part of her was anxious, the other part merely curious. He was probably very aware of the heightened state she’d been in ever since she’d been introduced to Elijah Penn. Ever since the man had made his presence known by watching her so intently. Twice.