Chapter Twelve
Macey
I clutch Logan’s shoulders as he sucks on my nipple.
“That feels so good,” I murmur. “I love when you do that.”
“I’ve missed touching your body like this,” he says into my heated skin.
I’ve missed you, too.
But I don’t want to focus on missing him when he’s right here in front of me. I lift my hips so he can slide the dress all the way off, and then we fold it up carefully, and Logan places it safely in the front seat.
Only my underwear, plus a pair of cream stockings held up by a garter, still cover me. I smile when Logan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.
“What the hell are those?” He fingers the stockings. “You didn’t tell me you were wearing these underneath. I wouldn’t have made it through the meal. We would have had to go straight into the back room.”
I take his hand and put it on the garter. “Will you take this off of me, Mr. Darcy? Nice and slow.”
Logan’s lips graze my stomach as he unhooks the garter from the stockings and then slides it down my hips. My underwear follows, and his mouth is between my thighs before I realize what’s happening. His tongue is moving somewhere, and whatever he’s doing is different than he’s ever done it…
“Oh, God, Logan.” I reach behind me and grip the door.
He raises his head to meet my eyes. “This is one of the new things I wanted to try. You like that?”
I manage a weak nod. “Yes. You’re incredibly…”
“Incredibly what?” he asks me in a raspy tone.
I search for the right word. “Incredibly…gifted.”
He groans as his mouth returns to its perfect spot between my legs. I haven’t been touched in so long, and the last man to try was…well, let’s just say his talents stopped short of the bedroom. But my connection with Logan always went beyond the physical. When he and I make love, my heart opens even if it scares me to no end to feel so vulnerable. And tonight is no exception.
My emotions have been all over the place the entire week, and when I go over the edge into an amazing climax, I immediately burst into tears.
Logan’s head pops up. “Mace?”
I wipe at my eyes in frustration. “That was amazing,” I assure him as he climbs up my body and nestles in next to me. “The best.”
“If that was my best, I don’t feel too good right now.” He wipes a tear off my face. “What’s up?”
“It’s just stress,” I say. “I’m a little strung out. The Cowherd’s numbers are down so low this month we’ll be lucky to hang on. And after my father’s news about spending the money in the safe, I feel…”
I cut off, but Logan finishes my thought for me. “You feel responsible for keeping your family together just like you have since you were a kid.”
I bury my face in his neck and absentmindedly play with his loosened belt. “It’s stupid. I know it’s stupid.”
He kisses my hair. “It’s not stupid. It’s just too much. You can’t fix them. God knows you’ve tried. If your daddy’s gonna lose that bar, there’s not a whole lot you can do about it.”
“I know.” I kiss his chest and take a deep breath, determined to clear my mind of all of that.
I lower my hand until I can slip my fingers inside the top of Logan’s pants.
His breath hitches, and I keep going until I’ve found my way below his boxers. He helps me release his clothing, and I settle on top of him, enjoying feeling my bare skin touching his. Then I smile.
“I have something I want to try as well, Mr. Darcy. Well, we’ve done this before, but not quite the way I want to do it now.”
I make my way slowly down his body, kissing every inch of him.
