Page 33 of Lumi
“That’s right,” I said with bravado and kept looking up at this tall, confident, sexy man.
Keeping in rhythm with the music, Logan spun me around and pressed himself against me from behind while whispering into my ear, “So, tell me, Lumi… what do ye want?”
I closed my eyes and focused on calming my breathing, which was hard with my heart racing like we’d done a foxtrot.
Logan’s hand was on my stomach, his thumb stroking up and down, each time brushing the underside of my breasts but never touching.
“We could go and get some fresh air. I live about five minutes from here if you want to talk somewhere quiet without Damian’s supervision.”
I felt torn inside. A year and a half ago, I’d humiliated myself by offering my virginity to Damian. His brutal rejection had crushed me, and since that night, our relationship had felt stiff and awkward.
I was nervous about going with Logan, but at the same time, I longed for a man to show me that he wanted me and to discover sex for myself, and not only through steamy romance novels.
“Fresh air sounds good,” I breathed over my shoulder while looking up at Logan.
He looked surprised, but his body spoke for him when he tightened his hold on my stomach and pressed against me.
Dipping his head, he kissed my neck and growled low before whispering into my ear. “I’ll make it good for ye.”
I leaned my head back against his shoulder as we kept swaying to the music.
My head was spinning from the alcohol in my blood and Logan’s closeness. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend he was Damian.
“Oh-oh, someone is quare’n mad,” Logan whispered and turned me around. “I’m not popular with our host.”
A sensation of burning eyes on us, made me look to my right to see Damian with his arm around Siobhan’s shoulder. They had been together for eight months after he split up with Megan last year.
I hated Siobhan, and she hated me. Damian said that it was my fault because I’d never given her a chance, but how could I when seeing them together was like stabbing knives in my eyes?
A childish need to bring Damian a small dose of the excruciating pain that I’d suffered because of his rejections made me rise to my toes and kiss Logan. He tasted of whiskey and was quick to open his mouth and deepen the kiss.
I knew it would piss Damian off, and so I tilted my head and invested myself in my first French kiss while nuzzling Logan’s neck with my fingers.
The hands that tore me back were strong and spun me around to face Damian. He looked like a stranger with a grimace of anger marring his face.
The jovial and witty Damian I knew was gone.
“Let’s go!” He pushed me in front of him, and when Logan interfered, Damian pushed him back forcefully.
“Damian, calm down,” Siobhan pleaded and stepped between Damian and me. “What does it matter who Lumi kisses? She’s a grown woman.”
He didn’t listen to her and pushed me down a hallway and in through the closest door. I turned inside the small bathroom, fueled with anger, and ready to take it out on him.
The music was dampened when Damian slammed the door and crossed his arms. “What do ye think ye’re doing?”
“Dancing.” I narrowed my eyes. “Too bad Logan didn’t follow your orders to keep away from me, but here’s the thing, Damian.” I walked closer and poked his chest with my finger. “You don’t get to decide who can have me or not. I decide.Me!”
“Ye seriously want to hook up with Logan? He’s fifteen years older than ye and a mess. Did ye know he has nothing but broken relationships behind him?”
“He’s twelve years older than me, not fifteen, and you don’t get to decide who is worthy of me.”
“He’s the least worthy person out there,” Damian roared with a thumb pointing over his shoulder.
“Who said I was looking for a husband? Maybe all I want is some dirty raw sex with a strong guy who can throw me around.”
Damian’s eyes widened, and his breathing intensified as he moved closer. "Is that what ye want? Dirty raw sex?”
My low-cut, skintight dress couldn’t hide how my chest fell and rose, but the frustration and pain in the pit of my stomach made me lash out at him. “Stop assuming that I’m a delicate flower who can’t handle rough men.”
