Master of the Inn(9)

He opened his eyes and smiled before pulling her into his chest and curling his arm around her. “I want you close,” he mumbled before falling back to sleep.

She liked the way he said that and how he felt under her cheek. She could get used to falling asleep snuggled against him every night. He’d given her a lot to think about, but she had a feeling the only thing she’d be dreaming about tonight, as she slept wrapped in his arms, was making love to him.





Chapter Four



Logan opened his eyes and groaned when the sunshine poured through the thin white sheers. He pulled the pillow over his face, inhaling her sweet scent. Why did his pillow smell like her?

Fuck!

Tossing the pillow to the floor, he sat up and wracked his brain for a moment. He glanced around the room, spying the empty glass by the chair in the corner of the room. He’d passed out. How could he have been so stupid?

He pulled himself out of bed, stopping to gaze out the window. Her car was still here. That had to be a good sign. He showered, threw on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and made his way down the back staircase to the kitchen. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon assaulted his nostrils. She’d made him breakfast. Another positive. Maybe he hadn’t screwed this up irreparably.

When he reached the kitchen, he found Elyse mixing some sort of batter.

“Morning.” She turned and smiled at him. “Sleep well?”

He couldn’t help but take in her completely sensual appearance. She wore a figure hugging pair of skinny jeans and a scant navy blue tank. Her black lace bra peeked out of the top giving him a tantalizing view of her full cleavage. His cock stiffened as he thought about bending her over the table.

“I hope you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving.” He stalked toward her, intending to pin her against the counter.

“I’m making French toast stuffed with blueberries.” She took a small step backwards and tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “The coffee is ready.”

“Smells great.” He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer as he trailed his nose along her neck. “You left me in bed.”

“I thought you might like breakfast; so I ran to the market to get what I needed.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I saw your friend Cora again.”

“Did you?” He placed hot, breathy kisses across her jaw as he pressed his body into hers.

“I told her I wanted to get back before you got out of bed.”

“I’m sure she loved that.” He brushed his lips along hers and spoke into her mouth. “You’re a bad girl, making her think we’re sleeping together.”

“We did sleep together.” She pressed her mouth to his, inserting the tip of her tongue just between his lips. Logan thought he might come just from the taste of her.

He pulled away because he needed to gain some composure before he ripped her pants off right there. “You stayed the whole night with me?”

“You wouldn’t let go of me. I had to pry myself away from you this morning.”

“I dreamed about you all night. I was disappointed when I opened my eyes and you weren’t there.” He slipped the straps of her tank top down her shoulders. “I don’t like to be disappointed.” His eyes burned into hers.

He heard her breath hitch as he kissed a path to her breasts. “Logan.”

He slowly lowered her top, exposing her to him. Her nipples threatened to spill over the thin material of her bra. “Is this for me?” He moved his fingertips over the hardened buds, eliciting a moan from her when he pinched one of them.

“In my dream I couldn’t get enough of your tits. I licked and sucked them until you came all over my cock.” He swiped his tongue over one rosy nub through the lace of her bra, feeling it harden as he continued to lick.

She clutched the back of his head, pressing him wantonly against her breasts.

“Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

“No,” she whispered as she arched her back to offer him more.

“Maybe we’ll try that later.”

She gasped when he turned her around and pushed her against the counter.

“You’re so perfect.” He ran his hand along the smooth skin of her back, stopping when he got to her bra. “I want you.” Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman so much. He unhooked the clasp as he lowered his lips to her spine.

“Logan,” she said. “Please.”

“Please what, cupcake?” He turned her to face him again. “What do you want?”

“You.” She pushed the bra from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “I want you.”