I had turned off my phone after the call from my father. A day with Logan was worth whatever I had to face when I returned on Monday.
“Yes.”
He pressed a kiss to my head. “Good.”
At the steps of my building, he faltered, looking unsure for the first time all day. He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking desolate.
“This is where I leave you.”
The words were out before I could stop them. “Do you have to?”
His brow furrowed, and he looked past my shoulder, inhaling deeply. He let out the breath, the icy fog hanging around us. “I think I do.”
“You don’t want to come up and have coffee? Get warm before you go home?”
He pulled his hands from his pockets and stepped close. He cupped my cheeks, his hands a heated cradle against my cold skin. His thumbs rubbed soft circles on my face.
“I don’t know if I can come upstairs with you. Coffee isn’t what I want. I don’t think it’s what you want either.”
He was right.
“If I come up…I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to leave you.”
I covered his hands with mine. I could feel the gentle power in his hold, the slight tremor to his grip.
“Maybe you shouldn’t, then.”
He lowered his head, and I rose to meet him. Our lips melded. His were soft, cold, and pressing. I felt mine tremble. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I opened for him. With a low groan, he shifted, yanking me tight. Our tongues met, sliding and skimming. Tasting and taking. His hold tightened, his leg sliding between mine, and I whimpered. He fisted my hair, holding my face close to his and devouring my mouth. Our breath mingled, our skin warming as he deepened the kiss. I had never felt possessed by another person, until Logan. He explored me, teased and licked. His taste exploded in my mouth, and I moaned, needing more of it. More of him. He dragged his lips over my cheek, sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth.
“If I come upstairs, Lottie, I’ll have you naked. I’ll take you in so many ways, you’ll never want another man again. I want to play you like my guitar. I want to pull the most beautiful notes from your body I’ve ever heard. My own private symphony. You’ll sing just for me.” He bit down on the skin below my ear, making me gasp. “I want to possess every inch of you. I have since the first time I saw you.”
He crashed his mouth to mine again. I was lost in a vortex of feelings. Want, desire, and sheer need raged within me, need for this man overriding any common sense. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
“Come upstairs with me,” I gasped, feeling his hand grip the back of my neck, holding me close.
His voice was so low, he was almost growling. “I need you to understand something. If I come upstairs, it changes everything. I don’t do casual. I won’t be the guy who sings to you in the subway. You won’t be the girl I watch over anymore and leave alone. You’ll be mine. Do you understand? Mine.”
“And you’ll be mine.”
He tugged me closer, his warm breath drifting over my cold skin. “I’m going to claim you. Every inch of you.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, my heart hammering in my chest at his words.
“I won’t be able to walk away. I already know that. I’ll fight to keep you.”
“I need someone to fight for me.”
His eyes softened, but his grip never lessened. “I know.”
I slid my fingers over his face, tracing his lips. He pursed them, kissing the tips, capturing the end of one in his teeth and nipping at it playfully.
“I don’t share,” he stated emphatically.
“Neither do I.”
“I won’t be a fast fuck either. Someone you use to get back at Daddy and walk away. I’m not built that way.” He dragged in a long breath. “I would rather walk away from you now than ever be that to you.” He didn’t move, waiting for my reaction.
“You’re not,” I assured him.
We stared at each other, need and desire wrapping us in our own bubble. His whiskey-colored eyes were passionate and fierce. They mesmerized me. His body was taut with tension, and I felt the evidence of his desire pressed between us. He was like a coiled cobra, ready to strike, yet I knew if I said no, he would back away and let me leave him. But that wasn’t what I wanted.
“You’re not,” I repeated. “I want you for me—just me. Because you’re sexy, sweet, and because you’re…Logan. No other reason.
“Ask me again, Lottie.”
“Take me upstairs, Logan.” I drew in a long breath. “Stay.”
He wrapped his hand around mine.
“Yes.”
We didn’t touch in the elevator. We stood on opposite sides as if we knew, once we touched, we wouldn’t be able to stop. My breathing had picked up, and as the ancient elevator rose to the fourth floor, it became harder to fill my lungs. I lifted my eyes, meeting Logan’s intense, passionate stare, the black of his pupils almost eclipsing the rich golden-brown I was used to seeing. He looked dangerous and sexy. I heard my gasp, and my breathing accelerated more, becoming short bursts of air.
Gripping the handrail as if he were holding himself back, Logan pushed his torso forward but still didn’t touch me. “Breathe, Lottie. I promise I’ll ease the ache soon. But I need you alone and the door locked.”
I could only nod.
“Do you have your keys?”
“Yes.” I managed to get out.
“Good.” He exhaled hard. “I’m not going to be gentle. I’m not that kind of lover.”
My breathing shuddered, and my body reacted to his words. My pussy clenched, aching like it never had before. I pressed my thighs together, needing relief.
Had I ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted this man?
The elevator door opened, and I went ahead of Logan. I could feel him behind me, hear his breathing. At my door, I fumbled, my shaking hand unable to insert the key into the lock. Logan edged closer, his large hand closing over mine.
“Let me.”
Wordlessly, I allowed him to pull me back, his hard body crowding me against the door. The key turned, and Logan’s arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close.
His hot breath drifted across my skin, his lips on my ear. “Last chance to change your mind. Once we go inside and shut the door, you’re mine.”
“I already am,” I whispered, knowing deep inside it was true. I had been his since the night he had first sung to me.
He cursed low in his throat, picking me up and stepping into my condo as if I weighed nothing. Using his foot, he hooked the door fast, and it shut with a loud thud, the lock clicking into place. I heard my keys land somewhere on the floor, and he spun me in his arms, crashing his mouth to mine. He didn’t hold back, his tongue plunging inside, licking and sucking. His long, talented fingers yanked on the buttons of my coat, pushing it off my shoulders, and jerked my scarf away from my throat, his mouth latching on to the tender skin and pulling it between his teeth. I fumbled with his zipper, shoving at his cold leather jacket. I wanted it off. When the coat hit the floor with a satisfying thud, it wasn’t enough. I wanted his sweater gone. I needed to feel him. Gripping the bottom of his sweater, I tugged, cursing in frustration when he stepped back with a smirk.
“Tell me what you want, Lottie.”
“You.” I licked my lips. “I want you naked.”
He laughed, the sound low and sexy in his chest. It was the laugh of a male satisfied with what he had just heard. It went along with the pleased smirk on his face.
“You want my sweater off?”
“Yes.”
Reaching over his head, he tugged on the material, and slowly, his torso was revealed. Long, taut, with muscles in all the right places, he was gorgeous. His arms and abs were toned and hard. A musical score in black ink was etched into his skin, the start and finish curled around his biceps. I knew without seeing it was embedded across his back, waiting to be discovered, and
I wanted to trace it with my tongue as he sang it for me. He trailed his hands down his chest, flicking at the nipple ring that glinted in the dim light from the small lamp I had left on. I wanted to take his nipple ring in my mouth and tug on it. Hear him groan my name. He stopped at the waistband of his jeans, slowly arching an eyebrow.
I knew I had spoken my thoughts out loud, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know what I was feeling. How much I wanted him.
“You’ll get exactly what you want after I get what I want. Which, right now, is you naked.”
I whimpered and, without a thought, tore my sweater over my head. It wasn’t sexy and slow the way he removed his. It was desperate and fast. Needy. Exactly the way I was feeling.
He smirked, popping the button on his jeans and cupping his heavy erection in his hand. His boots were kicked off with a fast jerk of his feet, and he closed the small distance between us. Crouching down, he tugged off my boots, running his hands up my legs, over my thighs, and lingering on my ass. He straightened, pressing his nose to my skin, his lips trailing wet kisses up my body. His mouth covered my nipple through the lace of my bra, sucking on it, biting down, and teasing the hard nub. He spread his hand wide on my back, bending me slightly to repeat the action on my other nipple, then flicked the clasp open. My nipples were tight, hard peaks, wet from his mouth, aching for more. My clit throbbed with the need for his touch, my skin aching for more of his hands on it.
“So beautiful.”
“Please, Logan.”
In seconds, I was naked, lifted into his arms, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my back pressed against the wall. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, hard and twisting. He cupped my ass and slid his fingers between my legs, dragging them through the slickness. He circled my clit, pressing on the nub, and thrust two fingers inside. I cried out in pleasure at the sudden invasion, the sound muffled in his mouth. He began pumping his fingers and tongue in tandem, fucking my mouth and pussy at the same time. He strummed my clit, pressing, teasing, taking me to the edge and pulling away, ramping up my need, then leaving me aching for more, only to start all over again. I clawed at his back, yanked on his hair, desperate for him. I rubbed my aching breasts against the coarseness of his chest, the nipple ring cold and unyielding on my skin. I wanted to feel the bite of his metal on me. He ground his erection into me, the roughness of the denim an exquisite torture.
His movements picked up, becoming harder. Faster. Possessive and deeper. He played my body as if he knew it. As if he owned it. Every touch was sure, every strum of his fingers, perfect. Then he slid a finger into my ass, and I exploded. My body locked down, and I screamed, every nerve on fire. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, and I rode his fingers until my body sagged in exhaustion.
He released my mouth, and I dropped my head to his shoulder with a quiet moan.
He moved, carrying me down the hall and tenderly laying me out on my bed. He leaned over, switching on the lamp, staring at me.
“That…” I whispered. “That was…”
He grinned and tossed some condoms onto the nightstand, then pushed his jeans and boxers over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. His erection sprang free, jutting out, thick and heavy, the head glossy and dripping with precome.
“The beginning,” he promised. “Only the beginning.”
He fisted his cock, pumping slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Is this what you want, Lottie? My cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice pleading.
“I promised that you could have what you wanted, didn’t I?” He smirked, wide and wicked. “I think you said you wanted my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He ran his hand up his chest, tugging on his nipple ring. “You want to know how this feels on your tongue? How I’d react to your mouth on me, don’t you?”
I whimpered, my fists clenching the sheets, desperate to touch. To feel. My mouth watered with the need to taste him.
“What else did I say?”
“That you got what you wanted first.”
He crawled up the mattress, looming over me. He pushed me down into the bed as he lowered himself onto me. His mouth covered mine, and he kissed me hard. “It’s a good thing we both want the same thing then, isn’t it?”
He sat up, pulling me with him. “Use that pretty mouth, Lottie. Lick me. Touch me. Explore.” He fell back, his erection hard and glistening. “I want to feel your mouth on me.” He tugged my arm.
“Now.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. This time, it was me hovering over him, my legs straddling his hips. I kissed his full lips, driving my tongue between them, fucking his mouth the way he had done mine earlier. I dug my fingers into his silky hair, pulling hard on the long strands. He groaned as I kissed and licked my way down his neck, loving the slightly rough edge to his skin.
I explored the hard planes of his torso, feeling the way his muscles contracted under my fingers. He arched up with a hiss as I tongued his nipples, pulling his sexy nipple ring into my mouth and tugging. I lapped and teased my way down his stomach, discovering the ticklish spot by his bottom left rib, and smiling as he moaned in want when my mouth descended lower.
I eased down his body, crouching between his knees, his erection in my face. His eyes were wild with desire, his voice rough as he spoke.
“Do it, Lottie. Suck me. Suck my cock.”
He shouted as I wrapped my lips around him, sucking the head deep into my mouth. I lapped and teased, engulfing him as much as I could. He was salty, musky, and delicious. I cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, paying extra attention to his sensitive spots with my tongue. He grunted and hummed his approval, murmuring my name, guiding my movements with his hands wrapped in my hair, and letting me know what he liked.
Which seemed to be everything.
Relaxing my throat, I took him in farther, sliding my hands under his ass, gripping him hard as I swallowed around him. He roared, thrusting up, cursing and pleading.
“Jesus, Lottie, I need…fuck, baby…I’m…”
He came. Hard. Long spurts of hot come jetted down my throat as he trembled and shouted. His body sagged, and I drew back slowly, letting his still hard erection slip from my lips.
He lay on my bed, an arm flung over his face, his chest moving rapidly as he gasped for breath. I kissed his thighs, crawled up his torso, and curled up on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me like a steel band, holding me tight.
For a moment, there was silence.
“Lottie?”
“Hmm?” I asked, tracing lazy circles on his chest.
“I don’t want to know how you learned to do that, but just know you’ll never do that to anyone but me—ever again.”
“Is that a fact?”
In a second, I was under him, his eyes blazing down at me. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
He knelt back on his heels, running his hands up and down my legs, each time going higher. He nudged my knees apart. “It’s my turn now. I get to taste you.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice. He ran his lips over my thighs, swirling his tongue on my skin. I gasped as he bit down, marking the inside of one thigh, then the other, the sharp sting of his teeth turning me on even more. He sat back, admiring his handiwork, his fingers dancing over my skin.
His gaze met mine. “Everything between these two marks is mine now. I’m going to lick you. Eat you. Make you come all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
I cried out as his mouth met my center. He teased my clit, flattening his tongue, licking me. He swirled and lapped. Long strokes of his tongue. Nuzzles of his full lips. Sucking. Biting. Kissing. Tasting. He added his fingers, touching a place so deep inside me I stiffened, coming in a rush so intense I screamed. He didn’t stop, coming at me over and again, wringing another orgasm out of me before lifting his head, licking his lips, and smiling.
“So fucking sweet, baby. I’m going to feast on you every day.”
He rose, grabbing a condom and rolling it
on. Grasping my hips, he locked his eyes on mine, and he thrust forward, sinking inside, claiming me.
I cried out at the sheer mass of him. He began to move, my body adjusting to his size quickly. Long, firm strokes of his cock. Sharp thrusts that made me see stars. He kissed me passionately, the tang of me lingering on his tongue, mixing with the flavor that was all Logan. I was lost in the sensations he brought forth in me, my body a quivering mass of pleasure. Everything was magnified. The coarseness of his chest hair that rubbed my breasts. The touch of his metal on my skin. The feel of his back muscles under my fingers as he pushed and pulled. How he tasted. Smelled. Felt.
I was spinning out of control, every sense heightened, every nerve ending pulsating. Gripping his long, sexy hair with my hand, I flung my other arm out, my fingers seeking purchase. It was his hand sliding over mine, squeezing my fingers, that brought me back. The gentlest of touches amid the storm he created centered me, and with a cry, I came. Hard and wet, throbbing around him, his name echoing in the room. He stilled, his face buried in my neck, thrusting once, twice, three more times before he moaned my name, his cock swelling and pulsating as his orgasm tore through him.
There was no sound other than our breathing and the feel of his lips against my skin quietly uttering my name.
He rolled, tucking me close after discarding the condom.
Lifting my chin, he gazed into my eyes, the look on his face the tender expression I was used to seeing from him.
“You were amazing,” he crooned, brushing the hair back from my face.
“We were amazing.”
“Can I stay?”
“Yes.”
“Tomorrow, I want to take you to my place.”
“Why?”
He chuckled. “I want you in my bed. I want my sheets to smell like you. Like sex. Like us.” He inhaled. “Just like this.”
“Okay,” I breathed out.
“Sleep now, Lottie. I’ve got you.” He pressed a kiss to my head. “And when you wake up, we can start again.”
His next words sent a thrill through my body.
“Because I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.”
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