The waiter strolled over to take their order.
Sam sat up straight and offered him a smile, not wanting to ruin his night simply because her husband had just ruined hers. She rattled off her order, then waited as Logan did the same. At least his tone was somewhat more pleasant when he spoke to the waiter. She was grateful, although it made her own hurt feel more prominent.
Once the waiter disappeared to turn in their order, Sam sat silently, sipping her wine, looking at anyone except for Logan. He was doing the same, so it didn’t take long before the tension was unbearable.
How was she going to make it through this dinner? She felt as though she was about to crack under the pressure.
Taking a deep breath, she set her empty wineglass down.
“I … uh…” She pushed her chair back, set her napkin on the table. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
Without waiting for Logan to make his gentlemanly gesture of standing when she got to her feet, she hurried away from the table, through the restaurant, and down the long, narrow hallway toward the restrooms. Thankfully, the restaurant was small, and so was the women’s bathroom. There were only two stalls, and thankfully they were both empty.
Once inside, Sam went to the sink, set her clutch on the counter, and stared at herself in the mirror. There were tears pooling on her lower lashes, and she felt like an idiot for getting so emotional. Despite her requests for Logan to tell her what was bothering him, she didn’t really need him to explain. She already knew. It was as obvious as a backhand across the face.
She’d screwed everything up. She knew it deep in her soul. She had pushed Logan and Elijah together, and it had backfired in her face. Now Logan was pissed at her, which served her right.
“What were you thinking?” she hissed at her reflection.
Her chest swelled as emotion bubbled down deep. She took a deep breath, trying to hold back the sob even as a single tear crested her lashes and slid slowly down her cheek. She’d known one day her desires, her wayward impulses, and yes, her selfishness would come back to bite her in the ass. She just hadn’t realized it was going to cause a rift between her and Logan.
“Pull yourself together,” she snapped at the woman in the mirror.
The bathroom door swung open, and she stood tall, sniffed to pull back the tears before reaching for a paper towel from the wall-mounted holder. Before she could reach it, Logan appeared behind her.
She turned in time to see him flipping the lock on the door, closing them inside.
“Baby,” he said gruffly as he moved over to her.
His face was pinched, and if she wasn’t mistaken, that was sorrow in his gaze.
Fear coiled in her heart, making it difficult to breathe. It was so much worse than she thought.
Sam swallowed, prepared to launch an apology for screwing everything up, to beg him to forgive her. She didn’t get a single word out before he crushed his mouth to hers, his big arms curling around her, pulling her in tight.
She could feel the tension in his body, a subtle vibration that churned the emotion she was still battling. He was breathing heavily but not from desire. It was as though he was holding something in, afraid to let it out. She’d only seen him like this a few times, and never was it good.
“I need you, Sam,” he whispered, reaching down between them to free the buckle on his belt, his mouth sealing over hers as he did.
There was a desperation in his voice, his movements. Sam didn’t know how to react, but she knew better than to push him away.
She was aware of him unbuttoning his slacks moments before he lifted her dress. The next thing she knew, her butt was perched on the edge of the countertop, and Logan was driving deep inside her. There was no seduction in his technique, but her body welcomed him all the same, softening instantly. She loved this man with her whole heart and had long ago learned that there was no such thing as resistance when it came to him.
He buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips, fucking her as though he’d been deprived for years.
“Hold on to me, baby,” he growled.
She wreathed his neck with her arms, their bodies bumping with every stroke of his cock inside her. She held on, biting her tongue to keep from moaning as the pleasure shoved the hurt and the pain down. At least for a little while.
“God, baby,” he groaned. “Do you know how much I need you? So fucking much, Sam.”
She cupped the back of his head, slid her palm over his silky hair as he pulled her hips toward him, changing the angle and giving him better traction to drive in deeper.
“You’re everything to me, Sam,” he continued. “The only thing I’ve ever needed.”
Her chest constricted because she could feel his pain. This was Logan at his most vulnerable, something she rarely ever saw. The man went to extraordinary measures to show her how important she was to him. She never doubted his sincerity, which was why she was questioning his motives now.
He fucked her hard, his rhythm shifting, his thrusts shallow and rough as he kept her tight against him. Despite her worry, her body sought what he was offering. It didn’t take long before she felt the first wave of her orgasm. It washed through her on the tide of love she always felt for him.
