Page 56 of Logan
“No. I should get you to bed.”
Her eyes light up, misinterpreting my intent. “Yes.”
“To sleep. Just sleep,” I clarify as I steady her on her feet. I catch Wolfson’s eye on the dance floor and signal that we’re leaving.
“Leaving already?” Valentina pulls away from a kiss to look at us. “You just got here.”
“Sloane’s pretty out of it,” I explain. “Better to call it a night.”
“Yeah, I need cock.” Sloane’s words come out as a mutter and much too frank.
Valentina laughs. “Okay, I get it. It was nice meeting you both. Let’s do this again sometime.”
Wolfson nods, his attention already drifting back to his wife. “Yeah. Let’s schedule something.”
My brain does a victory gesture. “I’d love to.” I wrap my arms around Sloane’s waist and pull her behind me. She can barely stand on her feet.
I text my driver to get to the entrance. Standing outside, the crisp air seems to clear my head a bit. How did I let things go so far? The guilt sets in. What have I done? This isn’t me, or at least, it shouldn’t be. I’m better than this.
I hold Sloane steady, my mind racing with thoughts of responsibility and the need for restraint.
Sloan leans against me, her nose twitching as she inhales deeply. I furrow my brow, taking a step back to put some distance between us.
“What in the world are you doing?” I ask, perplexed by her sudden behavior.
She tilts her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, just trying to figure out if you smell like sunshine or summer or maybe the earthy scent after a rainfall.”
I stare at her. “I’m sorry, what?” Her words make no sense. Has she completely lost her mind?
She laughs, waving her hand dismissively. “You know, in the romance novels I read, the hero always has this incredible, intoxicating scent. Like earth, or the warmth of the sun on skin. I was curious if you had a similar scent.”
I lower my voice, leaning in slightly. “So, you think I could be the hero in one of your stories?”
She smirks, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Well, maybe not the hero. More like the villain.” Sloan giggles.
I furrow my brows.
She reaches up, her fingers stretching the corners of my mouth into a grin. “You really should smile all the time,” she declares. “You’re like a completely different person when you smile. More approachable. Sexy. Tempting.”
“You think I’m sexy?”
“Very. I want you,” she admits without a hint of hesitation, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that’s both flattering and alarming.
I exhale slowly, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “I can think of ten reasons this is a very bad idea.”
“And I can think of twenty why it’s a great idea.”
“Sloane, you don’t know what you’re asking of me. You’re not talking sense, and you’ll regret it in the morning.” If you remember anything at all. I hope she doesn’t because I know she’ll be embarrassed as hell.
She puts her hand between her legs, and I hold my breath.
“I’m wet, Logan. Wouldn’t you like that to be your hand inside me right now?” She pulls out her fingers, and they glisten with moisture. “This is for you.” She slowly puts her finger in her mouth and licks it. “Wouldn’t you like to be theone tasting me now? Or maybe you don’t enjoy eating pussy? God, I would kill for a man to eat me right now. Johnny thought it was disgusting.”
I almost moan and pull at my pants to straighten them. Fuck. How am I supposed to withstand this? I’m not a monk. And whoever the hell Johnny is, I would be happy to kill him.
She reaches for my groin, and I grab her wrists. “Sloane, please stop.”
“I see you like it. I can help you with that. Don’t you want relief?” She goes for my zipper, and I restrain her as best I can without bruising her soft skin.
