Master of the Inn(8)

The sound of ice jostling against the side of a glass woke her from her restless sleep. From the corner of her eye she saw him sitting in the chair by the window; perfectly still except for the clinking of the ice in his drink. She jolted upright. He dangled his hand toward the floor, holding what appeared to be scotch or bourbon. She wasn’t sure what his liquor of choice was, but she remembered that it was hot on his breath the night before.

“Logan?”

“You didn’t lock your door.” He took a sip of his drink never taking his eyes away from her.

“I didn’t think I needed to.” She got out of bed and walked toward him… stopping just before her legs touched his knees. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” He laughed. “You’re here. What could be wrong?”

It was clear to Elyse that the drink in his hand wasn’t his first.

“I wanted to be close to you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “That kiss wasn’t enough.”

His words coursed through her body, filling her with desperate need. No man had ever shown this much interest in her. She’d been with Phillip since high school and he wasn’t the most passionate man. She’d had nothing to compare him to until now. She’d never considered having a fling… but the opportunity had never presented itself. Maybe she should live by Logan’s words.

I believe in the here and now. And I don’t like to miss opportunities.

She reached out with a trembling hand and traced his lips with her fingertips. They were soft and warm. She wanted to feel them against her mouth, so she leaned forward. “I want you to kiss me again.” She straddled his lap.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She licked his bottom lip, tasting the alcohol there. Bourbon, definitely bourbon.

He reached down and placed his empty glass on the floor before taking her face between his hands like he had in the kitchen. He kissed her with the same patient fierceness he had earlier, but this time she didn’t pull away. She sought more as she inched closer to him, running her fingers over his bare chest.

He moved his hands from her face, tangling them in her hair as he pulled her closer to his eager mouth. Her body responded to his rough touch as he stoked her desire. She ran soft kisses along the fresh stubble of his face, enjoying the way his jaw tensed against her lips. Gripping her hair harder, he pulled her mouth back to his, biting down on her bottom lip.

She cried out – stunned that he’d bitten her – but it didn’t frighten her; it aroused her.

He ran his tongue over the spot where his teeth had just left. “I’m Dominant.” He moved his hand to her throat. “And I like to play.”

“What?” Her heart jumped. The thought of him Dominating her – even though she didn’t know quite what that meant – caused her nipples to harden against the thin material of her tank top.

“I like it rough… and I like to be in control.” He licked her lips. “Right now I’m too drunk to be in control.” He lifted her off his lap and stood, but he lost his balance. She grabbed his arm in an attempt to hold him up, but he was too big. They tumbled onto the bed. “See cupcake? I’m too drunk.”

He pinned her to the bed, holding her hands over her head. “The things I want to do to you…” He trailed his hot breath down her throat.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, she felt his erection press against her stomach and shivered.

“Fuck.” He thrust his hips forward and rubbed her center.

She wanted more. She wiggled higher, so they were properly aligned.

“No more,” he whispered into her neck. “We have to stop.”

“Why?”

He rolled off her and onto his back. “Because I’m drunk. And I never play when I’m drunk.”

“Why can’t we just fuck?” He had her so worked up, she blurted out the words without thinking. She’d never spoken to anyone that way before. Her own boldness shocked her.

“My sweet cupcake has a dirty mouth. Remind me to take you over my knee for such language.” He closed his eyes as his breathing slowed. After a few minutes, she heard his deep breaths turn into soft snores.

She propped herself up on her elbow and watched as this gorgeous man slept beside her. She traced her finger along his jaw, over his neck and down his chest. She couldn’t resist touching him. She relished in the way his muscles felt under her fingers. The warmth radiated off his tanned skin. He looked so peaceful as he slept. She wondered what kind of troubles he had that would make him drink the way he did.

After a while her eyes grew heavy. She leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.