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“Soon,” he whispered. “Soon, Samantha. I don’t think I can wait much longer for you.”
Sam couldn’t say a word as he watched her intently, and then he was kissing her again.
This time, he took her completely, controlling her every move with his mouth, his tongue, his hands on her body, molding her body to fit his. She’d all but forgotten where they were and gladly would have torn her clothes off and let him take her right there, but he pulled back and cleared his throat, looking around.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have let that get out of hand. Not here with everyone,” he said.
Sam wanted to suggest they could remedy that by going to her place, or his place, or the closet for that matter. But he’d said soon and she knew she needed to wait for him to be ready. He wasn’t ready yet and she needed to honor that. She shivered in anticipation as he bent to whisper against her ear.
“Soon, Sam. I promise.”
Chapter 12
He was right. Another couple of weeks and Sam could see Logan was getting better and better. He was still seeing his counselor twice a week and she could see the difference it was making. She thought just the fact that he told her about it meant something.
She had a feeling not many tough-as-dirt, former special operators would readily admit they needed help to just anyone.
Jack and Chad ended up having a lot harder time tracing the bugs than they’d thought they would. Whoever it was, they were using pretty advanced equipment, which made Sam more uneasy but also seemed, to her, to point toward a competitor.
Competitors of Sutton Capital would have the funding for the kind of technology that they planted on her.
Sam smiled at Logan as they walked into her favorite Mexican restaurant together. It was their first date outside the house and they’d waited until after the dinner rush would be over to arrive.
The restaurant wasn’t overly full and Logan had called ahead and asked for a specific table for them. He was fairly confident he could handle a meal out if he sat with his back to the wall close to the rear entrance to the restaurant when there weren’t many people dining.
Sam told him if he ended up feeling panicked, they’d just get their food to go and head to her place to eat. She meant it, too. She didn’t have any problem making accommodations for him.
And, honestly, she would have been happy dining on takeout as they usually did at her house, but something seemed to shift in Logan recently. She had a feeling he needed to do this.
She’d read once that what made special ops guys so special was not just the determination never to give up, but theinabilityto give up no matter what they faced. One person had said they were too stupid to give up, but she knew Logan and the guys he’d served with were far from unintelligent.
In fact, she would bet their ability to think quickly and change things up in an op, based on any contingency, was part of what made them so special. Still, she thought she understood what that person had meant. Too stupid to give up in the sense that a special operator would go on, no matter what, no matter the odds.
She had a feeling that was what pushed Logan now. Not only did he want to get back some semblance of a life without panic attacks and the stress of living with a body that thought it constantly needed to be in fight-or-flight mode, but he simply didn’t have it in him to give up.
“Hungry?” he asked as they walked toward the entrance, one hand on her lower back as he reached to open the door for her.
“Starved,” she said with a grin, but she noted the way his eyes scanned their surroundings and she hoped he was right that he was ready for this. She had no way of knowing if his scanning was simply a habit he wouldn’t ever get rid of or if it was hypervigilance that was harmful and a sign he was still struggling.
“You’re sure you’re all right with this?” Sam looked at Logan as they stood waiting for the hostess to show them to their table.
“Absolutely,” he said with another smile for her, and her heart kicked because she believed him.
It felt good to realize he was getting better. If anyone deserved it, he did.
And she still believed him an hour and a half later when they left the restaurant with his arm around her waist and her head tucked against his shoulder. He hadn’t seemed to panic once the entire meal and she felt like a princess the whole time.
Sam had never really had the experience of feeling like a princess. She’d always been bigger than her friends and sisters. Guys tended to want to be her friend, not her lover. Logan didn’t make her feel that way at all. She felt desirable and sexy with him.
“You are my sexy princess,” he whispered in her ear as he tugged her into his arms in front of the passenger door to his car.
“Damn,” she said, looking up at him.
His laugh was deep and easy and it hit her straight in the heart, just like it always did.
“Yes, that was out loud,” he said, dropping a kiss to her nose. His look went from amused to heated in a heartbeat as he looked at her, and then his hands cupped her face and he leaned in and kissed her.
Her body tingled as his hands swept down her cheeks and his fingers laced in her hair to pull her closer and deepen his kiss. His tongue tangled with hers and his lips moved over hers with just enough pressure to make her want more.
