Page 21 of Indulge

“A girl can hope.”

Smiling, I kissed her forehead and stepped back. “Let’s go upstairs and get you dressed.”

Lily’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “I was kind of hoping that whatever you had planned for us tonight involved me being naked.”

I snorted and grabbed her hand as I guided us toward the stairs. Patience wasn’t one of my girl’s many virtues.

When we reached the top of the stairs, I let go of her hand and walked over to our bags. Lily hung back and waited while I opened the one suitcase we’d brought with us. Yesterday I’d rummaged through her closet until I’d found the dress she’d worn the first time we’d met. I pulled it out of the suitcase and handed it to her. Lucky for me it was made out of a clingy fabric that traveled well.

Lily’s eyes lit up when she saw it. “You brought the silver dress?”

I smiled and handed it over to her. “Get yourself ready. I’m going to shower and dress downstairs.”

She went up on her tiptoes and gave me a chaste kiss. It was sweet and innocent—in complete contrast with the thoughts going through my head. Then again, it was hard to think straight when Lily was standing in front of me in nothing but her birthday suit.

Before I changed my mind and threw her on the bed, I grabbed my clothes and ducked down the stairs.

The shower helped and gave me time to focus on the evening ahead. I took the time to shave and slap on some aftershave. Then I reached for my tux.

Lily was standing in the living room, thumbing through a book when I came out of the bathroom. She glanced up when she heard me and her eyes went wide. I knew how much she loved seeing me dressed up like this.

With the book forgotten, she stared at me as I made my way across the room. “You look—”

“Like I did the first night we met.” I took the book from her hand and placed it back on the shelf. “So do you.”

I removed my iPod from my jacket pocket, turned it on, and placed it on the shelf beside the aging radio. The gentle melody of the first song we’d ever danced to filled the small space around us.

“May I have this dance, Miss Adams?” They were the same words I’d uttered a little over a year ago on the night that had changed my life forever—the night I’d met her.

The sides of her mouth curled up a little as she stepped into my arms. “I would love to, Mr. Mattson.”

Lily

When Logan handed me my silver dress I knew he had something special and romantic planned for tonight but nothing had prepared me for seeing him in his tux. The only time he ever wore it was for special functions for the hospital, such as the night we’d met. Since he had to dress up for his job, he didn’t often do so during his downtime. He much preferred jeans and a T-shirt. That was perfectly fine with me most of the time since he looked edible in his jeans, but in a tux Logan was downright sinful.

He snaked one arm around my waist and held my hand against his chest with the other as we swayed together. I rested my head against his shoulder, enjoying being in his arms. This time I didn’t have to worry about people around us, or our professional obligations. Tonight I could enjoy just being together.

“Thank you for this,” I whispered as I snuggled against him. “It’s perfect.”

Logan kissed the top of my head. “Happy anniversary, Lily.”

We stayed in that position while several songs played, as we had that first night. The feel of his body against mine, even with all the clothes, had the warmth in the pit of my stomach growing. We hadn’t slept together that first night even though I knew I wouldn’t have turned him down if he’d invited me back to his place. No, he’d been the perfect gentleman. I was sincerely hoping that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

“Are you hungry?” he asked as the fourth song came to an end.

“Maybe a little.” It had been almost five hours since we’d eaten at the café in town. I wasn’t starving, but I could eat.

Logan walked backward holding both my hands until we reached the kitchen. He let go of me to get the plate of fruit and cheese, along with a bottle of wine, out of the refrigerator. “There’re wineglasses in the cabinet.”

I grabbed the wineglasses and followed him into the living room. We ended up on the couch with my legs draped over his lap. He poured me a glass of white wine and handed it to me before pouring himself one. In the back of my mind, I wondered about his rule of me serving him, but kept my thoughts to myself. Logan was calling the shots this weekend, whatever he decided they were.

The music still played in the background. It was incredibly soothing.

He placed the plate on my lap, picked up a piece of melon, and held it in front of my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the orange fruit and licked the juice from his fingers.

Logan popped a strawberry into his mouth then set his wine down on the stand next to the couch. He placed one arm along the back of the couch to give him easy access to my hair and neck. With his other hand, he toyed with the hem of my dress. Knowing Logan, I doubted his touches would stay innocent for long.

“Feed me.” The way he said it had me thinking of something he liked to eat that had nothing to do with food—me.

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