Page 42 of Game On

I shook my head.

“No?”

“No. I’m not going to tell you that.” I put a hand on his chest and slid it down until my fingers grazed the top of his jeans. “I want you, Logan, so bad.”

He didn’t give me time to prepare before crushing his lips against mine. We kissed like we were two horny teenagers sneaking in a make-out session before one of our parents got home. I pressed against his jeans and felt his hardness arching toward me. Just wanting me to unbuckle his belt and get down on my knees and take him down my throat right here in the parking garage.

Logan yanked my hand away and pulled back from our kiss. His eyes held a fury in them that turned me on. “You don’t do that here, understand?”

I nodded. I shouldn’t like him ordering me around. But I did. It was sexy the way he commanded me in ways I wanted. I bet he was bossy in bed, and I needed to find out for myself.

My face crumpled when the reality of the situation set in.

His eyes widened in concern, and he cupped my face as he searched for what was wrong. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. The kids are at your place, and I live with my mother.” I made an annoyed face at the end of my sentence. There wasn’t anything wrong with people my age living with their parents, but moving back in with my mother because my marriage was over made me feel like a failure.

His smile made his eyes twinkle. “Yeah, we’re getting a hotel room.”

I pulled back and shook my head again. “No. Absolutely not!”

“Lil, get in the car, or I’ll fuck you in the backseat instead.”

“Then why don’t you?” I huffed out.

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it. “Because, princess, you’re a classy lady and deserve better than that. Now get in the car.”

I should roll my eyes at the cheesy princess line, but secretly I liked it. Tonight had been a perfect first date. He took me to eat my favorite food and was a gentleman the whole night. He even won over my passive-aggressive mother and didn’t care if I talked about my kid or my crappy ex-husband.

Logan was too good to be true. Therein lay the answer. He was unavailable. But that was okay because so was I. We could pretend for tonight. We’d give into our desires for one night, and then we’d both go back to being struggling single parents juggling it all.

He leaned down and kissed me again. I gave into it, clutching onto his chest as we kissed in that parking garage like we had all the time in the world.

His lips set fire across my skin as they traveled from my mouth down to my neck. He sucked on my flesh, and I let out a tiny mewling.

“Get in the car, princess,” he whispered huskily into my ear.

I nodded, lost in a daze from the way he kissed my doubts away. He walked me around to the other side of his car and opened the door for me. He waited until I was inside, and then he shut the door. This man was so kind and gentlemanly. I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

He got into the driver’s seat, but before he turned on the car, he lifted my hand up and kissed it again. “You okay with this?”

“Yes.”

He let go of my hand and started his engine. He drove like a madman, finding the nearest hotel and pulling into the parking garage. I jumped out of the car behind him, and we rushed into the lobby together. He slammed his credit card down on the counter as we booked the room for the night.

He slid his hand back in mine once he got the room card from the concierge, and then we headed for the elevator. Once those doors closed, he had me up against the wall, his hands in my hair and his lips bruising mine. I didn’t care. I let him crowd me against the wall and kiss me. He bit my lip as his kisses got rougher, more aggressive, and I gave into that too. I wanted to be his plaything. To let him do whatever he wanted to me.

We might have undid each other’s jeans right there in the elevator if it hadn’t dinged, letting us know we were on our floor. Logan rushed us down the hall and toward our room. He fumbled with the room key while I ran my hands up and down his soft cashmere sweater.

He yanked open the door, and in a flash, we were behind it, and he had me up against it. I ran my hands through his hair while we kissed, and his hands inched up underneath my camisole.

We kissed until there wasn’t any more air left in the room. I felt his hard length pressed against my core, especially when he lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. I moaned into his mouth, urging him to move us to the bed, but he was taking his time with me. I ground myself against him, trying to tell him what I wanted.

He nipped at my ear. “Patience, princess. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please?” I begged.

He kissed my neck. “Don’t need to beg. I’m going to savor you tonight.”