Was I going to do it anyway?
Also yes.
Logan swept closer, threading his fingers into my hair and dipping down to devour my mouth. The lava flow turned into a torrential rain, and my panties became a lost cause. I hopped up, and his hands dropped from my hair to my hips, easily cradling my weight.
He marched right out of the club with me in his arms and over to the limited parking where he propped me on the hood of his car, or at least, I assumed it was his. RIP to the actual owner if it wasn’t, because I was getting slick all over this baby.
Logan snared my hips and dragged me closer, kissing me again until I was a squirming mess. “I’ve been thinking about this since our walk,” he confessed, his voice rough with desire.
“Me too.” Normally I would’ve kept that information to myself—no sense in giving him an ego this early—but I also liked the idea of him being equally desperate for me.
The car unlocked, and he scooped me up, swinging the door open to deposit me in the passenger seat. Before I could blink, he was belting me in, closing the door, and sprinting around to the driver’s side. The whole vehicle smelled like him. I was tempted to hike my dress and take the edge off on the way.
“My place or yours?” Logan asked as he buckled himself in.
I had zero intention of Meadow or any of her pack laying eyes upon this encounter. “Yours.”
With a nod, he revved the car to life and clapped his hand down on my thigh.
Oh.
Oh no.
I wasdone for.
Desire shot through me so strongly, it was almost painful. All that corded muscle, combined with the tattoos and silver rings, was too much for me to handle.
My knees parted of their own volition as I stared at the way his fingers dug into the softness of my thigh, like he was inviting me to spread them and let him claim ownership.
Trying to control my breathing was a losing battle. Every inhalation was taking his sandalwood scent into my lungs, and my pussy wasbeggingfor attention.
When we hit a red light, I laid my hand over his and pulled it exactly where I wanted it. Logan rewarded my audacity. He tucked the fabric aside and slipped a finger inside me with a whispered curse.
I didn’t give a fuck if it was pathetic; when that light turned green, I desperately grabbed on to his wrist so he couldn’t move, and I rode that sucker like I was a rodeo star and his hand was a bucking bronco.
At the next red light, he gifted me a second finger, and I yanked on the lever for my seat so I could sprawl back. This was a new level of needy for me, but he didn’t seem put off by it at all. A good thing, too, because if this man didn’t take me apart soon, I was going to lose it.
I was also going to ruin his front seat if I couldn’t get my hips under control. His fingers felt so fucking good. How was I supposed tostop?
Logan made the decision for me, retracting his hand at the next light. His smirk at my pitiful whimper was entirely too hot. “As incredibly sexy as this is, I want the first time you come to be because Imakeyou.”
“Get a move on, then.” I pouted, already reaching to take over where he’d left off.
Logan snared my fingers with his. “Hold on, gorgeous. We’re almost there, and I’ll give you everything you could want and more.”
“That’s a pretty tall order, ‘cause I wanta lot.”
He grinned, drawing my hand over so he could kiss it while we zipped down the road. “Trust me, I can handle it.”
I whined, my pussy clenching onnothing. “Drive faster.”
“Patience.”
“Oh, my tattooed hottie, that is not remotely one of my virtues. You’re going to have a feral omega on your hands by the time we get there.”
His hand went back to my thigh, gripping firmly with a smug smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I knowexactlyhow to tame you.”
Chapter 13
