Master of the Inn(10)

He glanced down at her naked breasts. They were just as glorious as he’d imagined.

She closed the space between them. “I didn’t sleep all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said before you passed out.”

Logan tried to replay the conversation they’d had in her room, but thanks to the alcohol everything was pretty foggy. “I’m sorry, beautiful. I drank too much and I don’t remember everything I said.”

“You told me you liked to play.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “You said you were – Dominant.”

Ever since she had shown up on his porch, he’d had visions of her submitting to him. He wanted to tie her to his bed and bring her body to unspeakable pleasure over and over again. It didn’t surprise him that in his intoxicated state he’d told her what he liked. What did surprise him was that she hadn’t fled in the middle of the night.

“That doesn’t scare you?” He slid his hand down her back and rested it at the top of her ass.

“More than anything ever has.” She swallowed hard and he realized he might have come on too strong this morning.

“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want.” He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I’ve never been more intrigued or turned on by anyone like I am with you.” She looked down. “I think I want this – to submit – to you.”

That I can work with.

“I’m very attracted to you.” He took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. “I’m not hardcore. I don’t practice a BDSM lifestyle. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. I like to be in control. Submission is something I crave, but it isn’t easy to find.”

Logan had found plenty of women who were willing to play his games of bondage and kink, but he’d never been completely satisfied with any of them. After he broke it off with Cora, he decided that maybe Dominance wasn’t what he was looking for after all.

“I don’t know anything about submission. I’m not sure I can – do this.”

“Stay with me and we’ll explore.”

“I don’t know.” She looked up at him with uncertainty plainly displayed in her eyes. “We’ve only known one another for two days. I’ve never done anything on a whim; let alone something like this!”

“Why did you come here?” He had to find a way to get her to stay. He’d never been this taken by anyone. There was no way he could let her get away.

“I needed to start over. I wanted to forget.”

He brushed his lips against hers. “Let’s forget together.” He slipped his tongue inside her mouth as he picked her up by her bottom.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’ll stay.”

He rested her against the counter, so he could have better access to her neck. She let out a long, low moan when he dipped his mouth down to her breasts again.

A loud knock at the back door interrupted them. Elyse fumbled to pull her tank top up.

Logan eased her down. “No one ever visits me here.” He shook his head as he glanced down at her discarded bra.

She followed his gaze and then giggled. “I’ll get that.” She reached down to pick up the bit of lacy garment.

“Don’t put it back on.” He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as the person outside tapped on the door again. “I’ll get rid of them.” Logan couldn’t imagine who would stop by the inn and use the back door. Not many people did that. Before opening the door, he looked over his shoulder to make sure Elyse had composed herself sufficiently, and then turned, silently cursing the intruder who continued to knock.

He yanked the door open to find Cora standing on the back porch with a shopping bag in her hand.

“Logan.” She stepped inside and kissed his cheek. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she cooed.

“We were just about to have breakfast,” Logan said as Elyse moved to where he stood.

“Oh, you haven’t eaten yet?” Cora looked over at the set table.

“We’ve been – busy.” Elyse slipped her fingers into Logan’s hand.

Logan grinned at Elyse’s territorial claim on him. “What can I do for you, Cora?”

“Elyse left this at the store.” Cora shoved the bag toward Elyse. “I thought I’d deliver it.”

“I didn’t leave anything.” Elyse examined the contents in the bag. “This isn’t mine.”

“Really?” Cora said. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” She handed the groceries back to Cora. “Looks like you came out here for nothing.”