Page 47 of Perfect Persuasion (Love’s Second Chance #2)

By the time Claire reappeared, Logan was pacing the kitchen, nearly insane with an attack of nerves.

She looked mussed. The sexy dress was wrinkled from sitting so long and her hair was tucked behind her ears, a habit that asserted itself whenever she was preoccupied.

Heat seared through him. God, but she was beautiful, with her lush lips and petite but curvy body.

Her legs were bare and sleek, naked to mid-thigh, and his hands were itching to touch them.

A soft smile curved her lips. “Julie’s sleeping in her bassinette upstairs in my bedroom.” She deposited a baby monitor on the kitchen table.

“Do you know how badly I’ve been wanting to run my hands from your ankles to your thighs?” he asked, his voice thick. It wasn’t what he’d been planning to say, but the sight of her was like a blow to his gut. Each time he saw her, he wanted her more.

She stopped midstride, eyes widening, pupils dilating.

He took it as a sign of encouragement. He closed the space between them, her legs brushed against his pants.

Drawing his arm around her waist, he pulled her flush against him, leaving his other hand free to enjoy a lazy perusal of her upper thigh.

Her sharp intake of breath was like the most potent aphrodisiac.

“I’ve been wanting to brush my fingers across your skin,” he murmured, grazing her ear with his lips. “To see if it feels as smooth as it looks.” His hand crept upward, along the outer portion of her left thigh, higher until his fingers hooked in the thin elastic band of her underwear.

“Logan,” she whispered, half protest, half plea. She licked her shiny, cherry-red lips.

He couldn’t resist tasting them. As his mouth swooped down on hers, he smelled vanilla. “Is your lip gloss vanilla flavored?” he asked, his mouth half an inch from hers.

She smiled. “Yes.”

Logan groaned. “You know I’m just going to have to lick it off.”

Claire brushed her lips against his. “Lick away.”

Another groan sounded deep in his throat as a freight train of lust slammed into him. “If you insist.” His best intentions faded. Claire arched against him as his hand slid to her bottom, cupping it beneath her skirt. Only a flimsy layer of lace separated his hand from her bare skin.

He ran his tongue over the lush curve of her lower lip, tasting the sweetness of vanilla on his tongue. “Mmm. Delicious.”

Claire’s fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, frantically tearing at them.

Their kiss deepened, grew more insistent, tongues mingling in frenetic, spiraling heat.

Logan heard the tiny plink plink of his buttons raining to the floor.

His shirt was gone in a millisecond. He shrugged out of it as Claire pulled it from his arms, their kiss never ending.

When her hands landed on his bare chest in teasing, caressing circles, Logan swore he was about to jump out of his skin.

“I love what you do to me,” he growled into her mouth.

“Take my dress off,” she whispered.

Logan’s right hand was still enjoying the delicious curve of her bottom, so he slid his left hand up over the small of her back, his fingers searching for the ridge of a zipper.

He felt only the soft fabric of her dress.

Frustrated, he pressed her closer to him, her pliable body curving naturally into his.

“Can’t find the damn zipper,” he muttered between kisses.

Claire’s fingers were working on his zipper at the moment, and making much better progress. “On the side,” she ordered, breathless.

His pants slid down and he kicked them away along with his shoes and socks. With his left hand, he searched the side of her dress for the zipper and still came up with nothing. “Damn it.” He pulled back for a moment to look down at her. “Where the hell is it?”

A sultry smile curved her kiss-swollen lips. “Other side.”

Before he could respond, she shocked him by grabbing his ass to pull him even more tightly against her.

She planted her lips back on his. Logan reluctantly pulled his right hand away from its exploration of her bottom to feel for the elusive zipper.

Finally, he was gratified by the cool ridge of metal and the zing of its teeth scraping against each other.

He peeled her dress from her and it fell to the floor in a swish of black fabric and soft, sexy sound.

He tore his lips from hers to look down at her and immediately felt the blood rush straight to his groin.

Her breasts were incredibly full and lush, straining above a scarlet lace bra.

A satin bow nestled between them that matched the one on her left hip.

Her underwear was sexy as hell and barely there, in the same red lace.

The slinky heels on her feet completed the ensemble.

“You look like a present I’m about to unwrap,” he muttered.

The look she gave him almost lit him on fire. “That’s the point.”

He pulled her to him and gave her a fierce, hungry kiss before coming up for air. If they didn’t stop right now, there was no way in hell they would make it to her bedroom. “Bed?”

Claire shook her head. “Not going to make it. Are you going to unwrap me, or are you waiting for Christmas?”

He grinned, reaching for the bow between her breasts first. One swift tug and the bra fell apart, her breasts springing free. He flicked it away and touched her. A low moan slipped from her lips as he ran his thumbs across her nipples. Logan crushed her lips beneath his, desperate with need.

She yanked his briefs down and he pulled the second bow.

They were both naked, skin against skin.

Without ending their kiss, he pressed her backward, until she was trapped between him and the wall at her back.

This was not going to be a slow, leisurely seduction.

It had been far too long since they had been together and they wanted one another too much to care.

Logan settled his hands on Claire’s waist and lifted her, lowering her until he was sliding inside her. The burst of hot sensation made his head whirl. “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered her in a guttural growl.

She did, taking him deeper, and they began a quick, frenzied rhythm that had them both shattering before too long.

They were panting, every inch of their bodies sealed together.

Logan pressed a kiss to her lips, then another to the corner of her mouth.

The words were on the tip of his tongue.

I love you. Three little words that seemed so simple, so easy to say. Followed by two more. Marry me.

He couldn’t. His voice choked in his throat.

Kissing her again, he breathed deeply of her sweet vanilla scent, and said the words in his mind instead. I love you.