Master of the Inn(12)
“I told her to leave you alone.”
“I can handle myself.”
He pulled her into his lap and then took her face between his hands. The force of his movements caused her clit to throb. Her body had never responded to anyone this way; but with Logan all she could think about was sex. Raw, dirty, rough sex.
“I’m sure you can cupcake, but where I come from a man takes care of his woman.”
“His woman?”
“You have a problem with that?”
“No, but I don’t remember agreeing to be yours.” She teased.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
“Let’s eat and then I’m going to take you out.”
“Where?”
“It’s autumn in Connecticut.” He stroked her cheek with one work roughened finger. “The leaves are changing. Let’s pack a picnic and a blanket, hop in my truck and go for a little ride. You’ll love the scenery – the fall colors.”
“Really?” She couldn’t believe he wanted to spend the afternoon looking at leaves. Memories from her childhood came rushing back, making her feel all warm and happy inside.
“Unless you don’t want to.”
“We used to do that when I was a kid – before my dad got sick. I haven’t paid attention to the trees changing colors in years. I haven’t paid attention to a lot of things.”
“Well, that’s about to change. You’re at Pleasure Inn, remember?”
“I’m starting to believe your motto.”
“Good girl.” He winked. “Now let’s eat! It smells delicious!”
Chapter Five
Elyse squealed when Logan pulled her out of the truck and threw her over his shoulder. The skies had opened up fast and now the rain poured down at a furious pace.
“Put me down!” She smacked his thighs as he ran up the porch steps and unlocked the door to the inn.
“I was trying to keep you dry.” He slid her down his hard chest and placed her on her feet. “I didn’t do a very good job.” He smoothed his hand down her long damp hair. “You’re soaked.”
“That storm came out of nowhere.” She shivered.
“I have a fireplace in my bedroom. Why don’t you go shower and meet me in front of it?” He peeled his wet t-shirt from his body, dropping it in the foyer.
“Sounds like a plan.” She let her eyes wander down his wet, heaving chest. “There are some leftovers in the ’fridge. You want me to get them?”
“I’ll take care of it.” He turned her toward the stairs and gave her a little shove. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.” She kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful day.”
They’d driven for miles, taking in all the trees and bushes turning yellow and orange and burning red. Logan had found a secluded area by a lake where they ate their lunch and talked for hours. Neither of them noticed the weather changing, but all of the sudden, the thunder rumbled and they hurriedly started gathering things up. The rain followed right on its tail and they caught the brunt of the downpour before they could get there. The heater in the truck was a welcome reprieve.
“It’s not over yet.” He’d followed her all the way to the stairs and then trailed his fingertips down her neck. “See you soon.”
His touch made her breath catch in her throat. “Okay.” She bumped into the railing when she turned to go upstairs.
“Be careful.” He smirked. “I want to be the only one leaving marks on you.”
She watched as he walked back down the hall to the kitchen. Her mouth watered as he disappeared around the corner. She bolted up the stairs knowing the time it took to shower was the only thing standing between them.
Twenty minutes later, Elyse stood outside Logan’s bedroom. She toyed with the doorknob debating if she should knock or just walk in. He had told her to meet him in his bedroom when she finished her shower, so she reached for the knob.
No turning back now.
The fire from the hearth cast a dim glow around the large room. He’d put a blanket down in front of the fireplace with wine and a plate of cheese and fruit in the center. Elyse crouched down in front of the grate to warm her hands as she looked around. The California king-sized bed promptly grabbed her attention. It had the most ornate mahogany wooden posts at each corner. She wondered how often he had company in that bed.
She pushed that thought out of her mind when she heard the water turn off in the master bath.
He’d asked her to stay with him. Logan’s bed was the only place she wanted to be tonight.
He stepped out of the bedroom in nothing but a towel, his hair wet and his skin still damp. As the steam and heat from the shower poured out of the room behind him, the smell of his spicy soap reached for her senses.