In a raspy voice she made me look at her. “Logan,” she said.
I found her eyes.
She was fine, smiling even. She glanced toward her night table where my gun lay. “Is your wallet downstairs?”
With a nod, I dropped my head to her shoulder. No. No. No. Way to ruin the moment.
“I’m clean and safe,” she said.
I lifted my head and met her gaze. “I am too.”
I felt her fingers dig down into the bone of my shoulder at the same time her lower body rose and then eased down . . . right onto my cock.
Oh fuck.
Warm.
Wet.
Tight.
Enveloping.
Sensation after sensation paraded through me. I’d never been inside a woman without a latex barrier. The feeling was incredible.
I had to take control. I needed to be all the way inside her—from tip to base. I wanted to feel her around my entire cock. My hands gripped her hips and I eased her farther down on me.
More.
More.
It still wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I could tell she did too.
This angle prevented me from slipping all the way inside her. Sliding my hands up her back, I eased her to the mattress and hovered over her. As soon as I plunged inside her, her legs wrapped around me.
That was it.
I was all the way in.
She was moaning.
I knew she felt what I was feeling.
I knew I was groaning, but I had to. I felt like a teenage boy. A horny teenage boy. I couldn’t control myself. I found her mouth to stifle the noise I was making but I was pretty certain her noises were louder, drowning me out.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
Her demand slowed my relenting pace but only for a moment, because as soon as I did look at her, lust and desire were all I saw.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. Thrust for thrust, she met each and every one. My cock pulsed and I pumped my hips into her. I lowered to my elbows, straining to keep control. She gripped my shoulders, holding on so tightly her fingernails dug into my skin and I could feel cool pricks of blood pooling around them.
I didn’t care.
Trying to push deeper, wanting to be as far inside her as I could, I kept my pace fast but even—quick thrusts that allowed me the luxury of not leaving her warmth for long. Everything about her was so sweet. The feeling of being buried deep inside her was one I never wanted to lose. A loud growl-like groan stuttered out of me as I tried to hold on for her, but I couldn’t. Letting go, I watched her face and hoped the bliss I saw on it meant she was coming too.
She was.
She moaned, “Oh God,” and I could feel her walls tightening around my cock.
The feeling pushed me off kilter.
It was unlike anything I had ever felt.
Absorbing it, taking it, owning it, I let myself feel it without fear.
She gasped, and I could tell her orgasm was rocketing through her like the magnitude of the one that owned me right now.
Then everything went quiet.
All I wanted to do was hold on to her for dear life, because I was pretty sure I was going to die in the unbelievable pleasure I was basking in. We came in unison, our eyes glued to each other. Looking at her, I knew she had no doubt as to who I was and how I was making her feel.
Fuck, it felt so good—seeing the ecstasy on her face, hearing it in the sounds she was making. After a beat, I let myself go. When I did, I couldn’t hear anything. It was the loudest silence I’d ever heard in my life. Out of nowhere, my vision went a little hazy, and there was a gentle ache that radiated around all parts of my cock—all reminders of the intensity we were sharing.
When I was spent, I dropped down and buried my face in her neck. After a few minutes I was able to move, and I rolled over and pulled her to my chest. She smiled against my neck and rested her head on my shoulder. I had to say something, so I murmured in her hair, “That felt so good.”
She lifted her head and her beautiful eyes danced in the light. “More than good.”
With a grin, I nodded in concurrence.
More than good, the truest words ever spoken.
ELLE
What had I been missing?
If this was it, I had a lot of making up to do.
In the midst of all the chaos in my life right now, Logan was a welcome distraction. The post-sex glow I was feeling had to be plastered across my face like a neon sign. True to both our natures, we didn’t stay wrapped in each other’s arms for long. Cuddling, snuggling, nestling, or whatever you want to call it didn’t appear to be either of our things. We were lying next to each other, but neither of us was speaking.
Maybe we were both thinking about what had just taken place?
My phone rang and we separated from each other. I rolled onto my back. Logan shifted to his feet before me.
Distracted by him, I didn’t reach to answer it. The mere sight of him made my eyelashes flutter, my throat burn, and my heart pound. He hadn’t shaved and his hair fell forward as he moved, making him look impossibly sexy. The hint of stubble I was staring at had just rubbed against the sensitive skin of my face, my stomach, and everywhere else, but the yearning I felt for him was still raging—I couldn’t believe it but I wanted more.
Wasting no time, he pulled up his pants and zipped them. Standing before me bare-chested, he looked hotter than sin.
His eyes, as usual, weren’t on mine. Yet he must have felt my gaze because soon enough those lustful hazel pools were looking at me. He reached for his shirt but before he pulled it on, he leaned down and kissed me. “I’ve got to go into work this morning. I’m going to run back to my hotel and shower. Will you be okay here until later?”
I bit my lip. “Yes, of course.”
He eyed me and I wasn’t certain what he was looking for.
Did he want me to say I’d miss him?
At that, I laughed a little and jokingly quipped, “Don’t get too caught up in me.”
“It’s a little late for that,” he said with a wink.
My heart felt like it might explode a thousand times over. It was my turn to look away. He was too much to look at and I averted my gaze back to his body. I’d allow myself the luxury of this sexual affair. I deserved it. I also knew not to read any more into it than what it was about. Plain and simple, it was about the fucking.
My eyes drifted. I licked my lips at the sight of the way his pants hung low on his hips, and I took in the perfection of his chest, the muscles in his arms, the line of his collarbone up to his neck. The jaw I was desperate to kiss, to taste.
I could almost feel my hands sliding inside those pants and I sucked in a deep breath as I imagined the feel of his warm, thick cock—the one I’d just felt. My pulse was racing at the thought and when I finally raised my eyes back to his beautiful face, he was watching me curiously.
“Elle, your phone is ringing again. Maybe you should answer it. Whoever it is has called twice now.”
I was on the other side of the bed and as I rolled toward it, he grinned and reached for it.
He glanced down and handed it to me. “Here, it’s Peyton.”
I blinked out of my trance and tapped my screen. “Hello,” I answered, and let that warm tingle I was still feeling continue to caress its way through my veins while I forced myself to look at the clock. It was early even for Peyton to be calling.
Logan tucked his gun in his waistband and was walking toward the door.
“Elle, I hope I didn’t wake you. I know it’s early, but I’m in the hospital and wanted you to know I won’t be able to make it in to work today,” Peyton said warily.
My heart stopped and I quickly sat up. “Hospital? What happened? Are you okay?”
Machines beeping in the background told me she couldn’t be, yet she sounded like she always did—fine. “Yes, or I will be. Some jerk attacked me last night after I left the boutique. A few cuts here and there, but nothing major and certainly nothing to worry about. You know me—I’m tough.”