Page 57 of Playing with Fire

“Logan?”

I shook my head, realizing I was standing there staring at her like a weirdo. “Sorry.”

“You okay?”

“Yep.” I took the seat across from her and laid my hand palm up on the small table. “You’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare sometimes.”

Her cheeks tinged pink as she put her hand in mine, and I ran my thumb back and forth along the back of it.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and it was so fucking sexy, a groan slipped through my lips. I wanted to reach up and pull it out and then replace it with my thumb. Or, better yet, my cock.

But that would have to wait. For now, I’d enjoy the torturous game of flirting we were playing.

After the waitress came and took our order, we were alone once again.

“The lake is gorgeous.”

I followed her gaze out to the line of mountains in the distance where the sun was setting behind the peaks. The blends of orange, pink, and yellow in the sky did make for a picture-perfect scene.

“It is.” Although I agreed with her, she was the one I couldn’t stop looking at. “Do you like being on the water?”

“Yeah, we’ve rented canoes and small boats over the years.”

“I want to buy a boat eventually.” It was one of the things my mom had argued I should use my trust for, even though I kept telling her I wasn’t touching it.

“Really?” She cocked her head to the side. “Aren’t those like really expensive?”

I shifted uncomfortably. Firefighters’ salaries weren’t substantial, but since Maggie made a lot more money than I did, we ended up paying off the house, and I got it in the divorce. Not having a mortgage payment allowed me to have more freedom financially. But it still wasn’t an unlimited well of funds. Definitely not boat money.

“Yeah. It’s probably just a pipe dream.” But I hoped, as I continued to save, it was something I could afford one day. With a shrug, I added, “But the girls have liked it the few times I rented one.”

I brushed my thumb over the back of her hand again and smiled when I felt her shiver with need. She was so fucking responsive to my touch. Every damn time. It was utter perfection.

Her mouth opened slightly and her breathing sped up, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. “Do you, I mean what do…” she paused and shifted in her seat “…you guys do over the summer? Do you, ummm, take the girls anywhere?”

I smirked, loving the way my touch was affecting her. “I usually rent some Airbnb somewhere on the coast.”

She leaned forward and braced her arm on the table. I trailed my gaze from her face down the column of her neck before ending at her tits, now pushed up into the deep V of her dress. Images of pulling her around the table and making her sit on my lap as I reached up and untied her dress inundated me. My cock hardened and pushed uncomfortably against the zipper of my pants. I adjusted myself and looked back up, meeting her eyes.

A sexy, knowing smile lifted her lips and I shifted forward, tugging her hand and causing her to lean closer.

“That dress has been driving me crazy since you opened your door.” Not that I needed to tell her that, but I wanted to. Wanted to watch her blush and squirm.

“Oh?” Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “How so?”

“The only thing preventing me from taking it off you is that string around your neck.” I smirked. “And I can’t stop wondering what you’re wearing underneath.”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, and her pupils blew out.

“I definitely plan on finding out.”

Our gazes stayed locked for a long moment, only broken when the waitress appeared with our food.

Reluctantly, I let go of her hand and leaned back in my seat, allowing the server to place our plates down. Suddenly, I had no interest in eating, only in laying Izzy out and feasting on her.

The next twenty minutes crawled by as we ate and chatted, sharing heated looks. The tension between us grew as each minute passed by. I slid my credit card into the black check holder, and when the waitress stepped back up to the table, I thrust it at her, desperate to be alone with Izzy.

I turned my attention back to her as she pulled her hair to the side, draping it over one shoulder and exposing the slender column of her neck. I shifted uncomfortably for probably the hundredth time since we first got in the truck together when I picked her up.

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