and a waitress came for their order.
“We would like to try Sake.”
“Okay. I will bring two?”
“Please.”
The waitress walked off leaving the two of them admiring the dining area. Gabriella studied Logan. His long legs were splayed out in front of him with his hands folded behind his head. He wore a white t-shirt highlighting Blake’s new seasonal fall beer and blue jeans. He was at ease, hardly twitching or moving as his eyes took in the patio doors and the night sky.
A small smile tugged at his lips. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Just wondering how you are so at ease and I feel like I could jump out of my seat at any moment.”
“Why are you suddenly so nervous?” He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her putting his elbows on his knees. “You know we don’t have to do anything if you’re unsure. I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
“I want to, trust me. Its just, once this line is crossed, there is no going back.”
“I know. Moving across the country will help a little—you won’t be embarrassed having to see me all the time.”
“I’m not going to be embarrassed. We’re adults and friends. We can handle anything like that. It’s going to be tough to see you move though.”
“We’ll still talk…and I will still come back and see you. I still have family in Windsor, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. It will be a tough transition at first. But at least I have Marilyn, Amber and Brandi to cheer me up,” Gabbie said.
The waitress set their drinks down and Logan picked his up. “Here.” He raised it up. “For the best of times between us.”
Gabriella smiled and raised her glass. “To the best of times between us.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Logan finished up in the bathroom so Gabriella could go next. He had deliberately left the blinds open for Gabriella to watch him take off his shirt and get ready for bed. She was trying not to watch him—he could tell by the way she kept tilting her head down, but the curve of her lips had given her away.
He knew full well she would draw the blinds so he couldn’t watch her change into her shorts and t-shirt. He wished she would leave them open. Fat chance.
“Were you out here watching me undress?”
She blushed immediately. “What? No, I was trying to figure out how to work this heater to warm up our room.”
“We don’t need a heater to keep us warm. I have something else in mind.” He chuckled as she quickly collected her pajamas from the end of the bed and stalked right past the blinds and into the bathroom.
Interesting.
With her back to him, their eyes met in the mirror. She slipped her hand underneath her shirt and unclasped her bra. She then proceeded to take her arms out of the bra straps, withdrawing the black garment from the bottom of her shirt.
He wasn’t sure if it was because he now knew she was braless, or that he’d watched her become braless, but it was hot.
Sexy as hell.
She shimmied out of her jeans and his eyes left hers as his gaze traveled down her backside, over her lacy black bikini bottoms. She pulled up her shorts and their eyes found each other’s again. Her blush had crept from her cheeks down to her neck and he couldn’t help but smile. She was a seductress in her own right. A shy, almost virginal, seductress.
Exactly what he wanted.
Fuck this. He’d waited long enough.
He barged into the bathroom, which was easy as she’d left the door open and he grabbed ahold of her arms. Unmistakable desire shined in her eyes and he gently pushed her body against the shower glass and placed his lips on hers. She tasted minty and smelled like strawberries and vanilla—her signature scent. The hard points of her breasts, thinly covered by her top, pressed into his chest and a groan rumbled from his throat.
His hands roamed from her arms to her hips and back up. He cupped her breasts and he loved how full and heavy they were. Not to mention how they fit into his hand perfectly. His thumb grazed over the points and he swallowed the moan that came from her mouth.
Go slow you idiot.
He’d been waiting so long to touch her like this that the act of doing it was stronger than he could have imagined. It didn’t help that she kept pushing her body into his. Her hands were in his hair, holding his head