Free To Make You Feel My Love by Tina Rose Page A

at seven. It was seven forty, which meant she had twenty minutes tops to pull herself together. She ran through the shower and fixed her hair. Tonight she wore a little more eye makeup than usual, added her lip gloss and grabbed her strappy faux leather cork wedges just in time for the knock at the door.
    Opening the door, she found Logan standing there with one hand behind his back, and one hand propped on the doorframe. He looked delectable with his tight dark blue True Religion denim jeans and black button up shirt with black and silver edged buttons. He left the top three buttons undone and she could see that the sun had kissed his skin. He smelled of soap and spice and oh so nice. Leaning into the door for support, she became weak at the knees.
    Logan’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw her. The heart shaped button bib top accentuated her tan breasts, pushing them up into plump mounds. Thehem of the dress hit right at her mid-thigh, showing off her shapely tan legs. She looked mouthwateringly good. He couldn’t help lick his lips in appreciation.
    “Hey beautiful,” he said, pulling a single stemmed red rose out from behind his back. “I hope I’m not too early. I really couldn’t wait any longer, but you are well worth the wait.”
    Alana blushed at the smoldering look he gave her. “You clean up pretty nice yourself, Sergeant.”
    “I have one request before we leave,” he reached into his back pocket.
    “Just one?”
    “I need you to wear this blindfold until we get to where we’re going.”
    “A blindfold? Really?” she laughed. “That’s so cliché.”
    “I know, but humor me, will you?”
    “Okay, okay,” she shook her head in amusement.
    Logan stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body. Touching her shoulder, he turned her around to position the blindfold. His brawny arms engulfed her and she swallowed hard. After tying the blindfold, he slowly dropped his hands to her bare shoulders, leisurely stoking her arms as he moved his hands down them. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her panties were already moist. It all felt so erotic, a feeling Alana had only read about.
    “I’ve got you where I want you now Miss Parsons,” he whispered close to her ear. He could smell the coconut shampoo in her caramel colored hair, and his cock twitched.
    “Umm…” finding it hard to manage any words, she said, “Pretty sure of ourselves aren’t we?”
    “Well, in my line of work,” he slowly moved, “we learn to read body language pretty well, and anticipate the other person’s next move.” He was still whispering in her ear.
    “Well, Sergeant, seems you have me at an unfair advantage, don’t you? What do you anticipate my next move to be?”
    Spinning her around slowly, Logan took h er wrists in his hands and raised them up to place around his neck. Slowly sliding his hands down her arms, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close him to him.
    “I anticipate a kiss.”
    He covered her lips with his mouth, gently at first, searching for her approval. He intensified the kiss with a magnitude of heat, pulling her closer until she could feel the massive bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans. Massaging her back down to her bottom, he continued to kiss her until they were both panting.
    “I think I need to let you go,” he pulled away from her, “for now.”
    “I think…that’s probably…a good idea,” she said breathlessly.
    Giving her one more squeeze and a kiss on the forehead, he grabbed her hands and began leading her to the elevator. Alana heard the ding of the elevators and the swish of the doors opening and closing again once they entered.
    “I guess there’s no use in asking where we’re going, huh?” she finally asked.
    “Nope, you’ll see,” he kept his hands on her shoulders, the heat from his hands made her body hum all over.
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    Logan guided her in the elevator where the familiar scents of ocean salt water and suntan oil filled the tiny