“Then it’s the sex. I mean…the way we like to have sex.”
Logan didn’t reply for a long time. He had been terrified of scaring Lacy away with his sexual appetite, but rather than run, she’d responded to it. With Jane, he’d worn the kid gloves at the beginning, introducing her to his desires slowly. That technique had blown up in his face. By the time he figured out they weren’t compatible lovers, he was in love with her, so he adapted, tried to hold back some of his stronger urges.
When the silence stretched too long, Lacy filled it. “You didn’t seem to have these hang-ups when it came to Yvette. What makes me different from her?”
He reared back. “Yvette?”
Lacy flushed. “I followed you one day. Watched you take her when her grandmother was out of the house.”
“That was nearly ten years ago.”
She shrugged. “I know.”
“You were just a kid.”
She scowled at his comment. The woman was touchy about him referring to her youth, but he’d spent too many years of his life seeing her as a kid. While that certainly wasn’t true now, the fact remained that she had no business spying on him at that age.
“I was seventeen and not entirely innocent.” Then she seemed to recall what she’d seen. “Of course, after that, I wasn’t innocent at all.” She laughed, but Logan didn’t find the humor.
“Jesus. You were too young to see that.”
“Maybe I was, but I’m not going to pretend it didn’t turn me on. A lot. Like a lot a lot.”
Logan ran a hand through his hair and forced himself to recall all the things he had done with Yvette. He had no idea which day she’d followed them, but any of them would have provided her with a fairly substantial education in kinky sex.
The knowledge certainly explained her interest in pursuing him, in her research on BDSM. He’d unwittingly exposed her to his true nature and the spark had ignited. Years ago.
He had no business being here.
“Let’s put this chaise in your bedroom. Then I need to head home.”
“What? Why? Are you pissed off I followed you and Yvette? Because?—”
“No, Lace. I’m not pissed. I’m just coming to my senses.”
She fell silent for several moments. He let her sort through her thoughts, taking the time to get his own settled.
“I’m getting tired of chasing you, Logan. Sick of trying to force you to see something that’s standing right in front of you. You want to be blind? Fine. Be blind. I’m not in the mood to beg.”
She bent over and picked up her half of the chaise. He lifted his side and followed her to the bedroom, her words racing through his brain. Why couldn’t she see that he was trying to do the right thing?
They were halfway across the room when something on the bed captured his attention.
He put the chaise down and walked over to the mattress. “What the hell?”
Lacy followed him, picking up a thick butt plug and waving it around as if it was nothing more scandalous than a hairbrush. “I did some online shopping after the last time we were together. I was sort of hoping you’d educate me on all of this.”
“That was one hell of a shopping trip.”
In addition to the plug, there was a vibrator, a large dildo, nipple clamps, a crop and a jumbo-size tube of lubrication.
He’d met the woman of his dreams. And he’d known her his entire life.
Lacy sank down on her bed, letting her skirt ride up high on her thighs. “Guess I’ll have to find someone else to introduce me to?—”
“Lacy,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah?”