He didn't expect blind obedience.
She felt good about that.
She felt respected.
I wasn't stopped at the door to the club.
Men and women greeted me as I walked through.
Only one person asked if I needed help.
Everyone else just expected me to know where I was going.
That felt good, too.
Before I reached for the doorknob, the door opened, and Logan pulled me inside.
I wasn't sure if he kissed me before he pushed me up against his wall or the other way around and then I realized that I just didn't care what came first as long as I got to come.
And with Logan?
I knew he would get me there.
When he broke off the kiss, his face filled my vision, and I was caught in his gaze.
He started working on the buttons down the front of my dress and gave me a grin.
"You remember that night in my Mustang?"
"Which one?"
Yes, I knew I was goading him on, but I liked what it did to him.
"The first time," his smile was smug, "when we were on that dirt road up in the mountains and we pulled into one of those access roads, stopping at the gate."
I reached down to help him with my clothes, but he swatted at my hands.
"Remember?"
"Yeah," I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling of his hands on my buttons. I was going to have to get more dresses with buttons because there was just something sensual about the way his hands made the material catch and pull on her skin.
"When I laid back the passenger seat in the car and pulled you down on top of me?"
The memories came flooding back. "It was a tight space."
He kissed the side of my neck and turned his head to whisper. "It was awkward as fuck, but you were so tight around me."
He pushed my dress down off of my shoulders and over my hips. I stepped out of it. Knowing me, I'd trip over a pool of fabric.
"I want to try something new."
I opened my mouth to agree, but he bit into my shoulder, and I swear, I came right then.
It was a little flutter of feeling at first, but I clamped my thighs together to muffle the rest of it.
I wanted more.
I wanted him.
