limo to her place might break up his momentum if he started now.
Again, he wanted to laugh at himself. All this agonizing. He wasn't used to planning sex with a woman who might say no.
Though he normally liked knowing he could have sex on demand from a woman he was "escorting", he had to admit the hint of uncertainty in this case was stimulating. He couldn't remember when he'd been so aroused.
She took in a deep breath. Was she sniffing him?
"You smell good," she said, her tone drowsy. "Yum." She inhaled another deep breath.
His body clenched with desire. The way things were going, he wouldn't have to seduce her. She might beat him to it.
He could hardly wait.
"Mandy." He tilted up her chin. "I like this new side of you."
Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. Was that alarm in their golden depths? "Why'd you call me Mandy again?"
"I don't know." Did they have to talk about names right now? "It suits you."
She clutched a fistful of her skirt. "I should be wearing a suit. Scare you off."
He laughed. "Is that the reason for the ugly clothing?" He stroked the silk on her thigh. "This dress is so much sexier."
She sucked in an audible breath. "Something—something—"
He frowned. "Did you have anything to drink before I picked you up tonight?"
"You think I'm drunk?" Giggling, she wormed her index finger between two buttons of his shirt. "I always wondered if you had hair on your chest."
"Jesus," he muttered. She was entirely too close to his belly button right now, and all he could think about was how he could get her finger to wander further down. His brain was fogged with lust. Especially when he heard that she'd been wondering about his body.
"That's my stomach," he managed to say. "Not my chest." He had to make a concerted effort to control his breathing. Too much intensity might scare her off.
"Wow." She stroked some more. "It's as hard as I thought your chest would be."
There was no answer to that. Especially not when her finger was slowly exploring. He sucked in a tortured breath. If she was drunk he had to end this now, before it got out of hand. Her light touch on his belly was as arousing as another woman's hand on his naked cock.
"Wine," he muttered. "Did you have a glass or two of wine while getting ready?" Or even three. The change in her behavior was remarkable.
"Stop talking. I can't con—con—cen—trate."
The limo braked to a smooth halt.
"You're home," he said, equal parts of relief and disappointment roiling within him. "I think it's bedtime for my little reindeer."
"B—bedtime?" She peered at him owlishly as he swung his legs out of the car and stood up. "I can't sleep with you."
"I know that." At least not when she was drunk. He leaned over and reached one arm around her shoulders to help her out of the limo.
She clung to him as they approached the door of her apartment building.
"What are you doing?" She looked up as he stood beside her, waiting for her to open the locked outer door. He certainly wouldn't leave her standing on the sidewalk in her condition.
"Do you have a key?" he asked.
"Mmph." She fished around in her purse and eventually produced a key ring. She held it up triumphantly.
Logan waited for a moment and then eased it from her fingers so he could open the door. "I'll walk you up."
"You keep trying to get into my apartment."
"Don't worry. I won't molest you." If she made a move, he might take her up on it. But he wouldn't initiate anything when he couldn't be sure of her sobriety.
She fell silent abruptly as they entered the building and got into the elevator. After knocking and getting no answer, he opened her front door. Her roommate didn't appear, and Logan knew he was in for a rough time. He'd have to get Amanda into bed.
She stepped out of her heels as soon as he closed the door.
"First thing I always do." She giggled. "Those things look good, but they don't feel good."
He had to agree with her assessment about the shoes looking good. But her legs still stretched long and shapely, even when she stood there in bare feet.
He swallowed another bout of lust.
"Which way is your bedroom?" Terrible words to say when he knew he wouldn't be trying to seduce her tonight.
She frowned adorably. "I don't think you're allowed in there."