How about a little sexy scene from Logan? This takes place after Meg and Maggie christen their first night in Paris with a little bit of wine drinking, lol.
LOGAN
“Now, let’s get me to bed, shall we,” she said.
She wobbled a bit, but righted herself as she made her way out the room. He followed behind her, worried that she wouldn’t be able to make it up the stairs.
Of course, it was the worst position to be in, he thought. At least the t-shirt covered her ass, which frustrated him too. He kept getting quick glimpses of black silky material each time she gained a stair. And each time he had to resist pressing his hands against her rounded ass.
She lost her balance and fell back against him. He kept them both from falling down the stairs by grabbing her by the waist.
“Oh, my,” she said, her voice breathless as if in anticipation.
He ground his teeth and righted her. She was drunk and no matter that they had kissed the night before, he would not take advantage of her.
Meg turned and flashed a smile at him. “Thanks.”
He felt the power of that single look to the depths of his soul. Was this what men felt like when she sang? He didn’t know, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Knowing she could do this to men with just the sound of her voice made everything somehow worse. He finally got her to her room. She almost tripped over the threshold, and he had to catch her again.
He righted her and she turned to face him. She was smiling at him, those dark brown eyes sparkling up at him, and again he felt that power, the sexual lure she held over him. But there was something else, something that called to him, pulled at him, made him think he would never be able to let her go.
“Thank you for the escort, your highness”
He would normally correct her, but he liked her teasing. “You’re welcome, wench.”
They stood there for a few long silent seconds.
“Oh, to hell with it,” she said. Before he could translate what she meant, she jumped into his arms and kissed him.
I WANT!!!! I WANT!!!
WOW!!
Can’t wait for Logan!!!
I so want this book.