“Making out is a far cry from what you’re proposing we do, Lacy. It doesn’t mean that you and I?—”
Lacy tugged her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts within an instant.
“What are you doing?”
She tilted her head. “I thought I was making it pretty clear. I’m seducing you.”
“Put your shirt back on.” His heated look didn’t match his request. He hadn’t looked away from her tits yet.
She shook her head. “No.”
“I need you to be sensible.”
She scoffed, then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She dropped it on top of her shirt.
Logan’s jaw clenched. She had to give him credit. His powers of resistance were stronger than she’d anticipated. Which only pushed her to up the ante.
Her fingers started to work loose the button on her jeans.
“Stop!”
Logan used that same commanding voice he’d unleashed in the truck, the one that had her panties going damp.
His gaze captured hers and held. “Put your shirt back on, or…”
“Or what?” she taunted.
“Or I’m going to tug down your jeans and beat that cute little ass of yours.”
She gave him a coy smile. “You think my ass is cute?”
Logan closed his eyes and she wondered if he was praying for patience. When he opened them again, she shuddered at the intensity, the hunger laid bare on his face. He had clearly turned a corner.
The friendly, safe, hands-off Logan she’d always known was gone. In his place was this new Logan, dangerous, sexy, demanding.
“You have three seconds to do as I said.”
She didn’t move. Instead, she counted. “Three, two?—”
One minute she was facing him down, the next she was facedown. Over his lap.
Logan rubbed her ass through the denim of her jeans. She hated the barrier, wanted his hands on her bare skin.
She started to shift, hoping to find a way to work the jeans over her hips, but he caught her hands, dragging them behind her and holding them together at the base of her back.
“Not so fast. Ground rules.”
Lacy growled. “I don’t want rules. I want sex.”
He tightened his grip on her wrists. “That’s the first rule. No penetration.”
She had made that suggestion. And she was already regretting it. “We already determined that,” she said impatiently, wondering if she could change his mind.
Logan smacked her ass, but her jeans dulled the impact. It wasn’t even close to enough for her. “Three times. That’s it.”
“What?”
“There has to be a deadline to this, Lacy. We’ll get together no more than three times, each meeting one week apart, during which I’m going to show you exactly what kind of man I am. I’ll expose you to BDSM and you can see if you like it. If you want to call it off before that, you can. But we’re not doing this more than three times.”
