Reckless and Wild: A Small Town Romantic Suspense (Port James Series Book 1)

by Alyssa Coolen

  “I’m sure. Want this. Want you,” I responded and sunk my teeth into his bottom lip.

  The groan he let out was delicious and went right through. With his arms around my waist, Logan backed me up slowly, both of us moving until my back was pressed against the front door. Heat radiated off him and I couldn’t wait to have that heat wrapped around me. Engulfing me. Burning me in the best way possible.

  “Once we get through the door, it’s on.”

  I heard his keys jingle as he kept his eyes on me. He was asking for permission one last time, and while it was a gentlemanly thing to do, I didn’t want it. I didn’t want Logan the gentleman. No, I wanted Logan to be rough with me. I wanted to feel him for days after it was over, and I wanted him buried so deep inside me that I felt him in my stomach.

  I took the keys from him, twisting the lock before looking back up at him. “Game on, Ashford.”

  Chapter 10

  T he second the door was closed and locked, Logan was on me again. He shrugged out of his own jacket and let it drop to the floor before shoving mine down my shoulders. I thought I could anticipate his next move, but I was wrong. Instead of kissing me like I thought he would, Logan’s hands cupped my face and he tilted my head back to look at him.

  “You make me feel like I’m losing my fucking mind,” he rasped, his eyes black in the darkened house. “I don’t want to be too rough. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I was already shaking my head before he finished his sentence. “You won’t hurt me, Logan. You won’t, I promise. I want it.”

  I was rambling and clutching his shirt so tight it left wrinkles. But I was desperate for him and I wanted anything he was willing to give me. Rough, passionate, dominant fucking or slow, easy lovemaking, I didn’t care. Just as long as it was with him.

  “The things I’m gonna do to you,” he said with a shake of his head before sliding his hands down to cup my buttocks. He squeezed hard enough to make me giggle against his mouth and then he was hoisting me up, my legs locking around his trim waist as he made his way to the stairs. We were just about to make it to the second floor landing when there was a loud yelp that didn’t come from me or Logan.

  It came from Mac who had been sleeping in the middle of the hallway and it seemed that his owner stepped on his tail.

  “Uh-oh.” Logan craned his neck to look over my shoulder at his dog, who was giving him a look of disdain before he rushed down the stairs to find peace on the couch. “Sorry, bud!” he called out, but already his focus was getting us both to the bedroom in one piece.

  “You’re so light,” he commented as he held me up with one arm, using the other to flip on the lights, then dimming them so that the room was filled with a soft glow.

  “Is that a compliment?”

  “Oh, yeah. It means I can fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want. Doesn’t that sound like fun, baby?”

  I tried to nod but his mouth was latched onto the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking harshly. It would leave a mark, but in a way I found it hot. Logan was marking me, making me his, and it left an all consuming ache between my thighs.

  He dumped me onto the bed unceremoniously and I bounced before sitting up and tugging at my sweater. But Logan’s hands were already there, lifting it over my head and tossing it on the floor. His eyes drank in the sight of my breasts encased in a silk black bra, a stark contrast to my pale skin. I brought my hands to his belt buckle but he took a step back, just out of reach as I gave him a questioning look.

  “I want to watch you strip for me.”

  Strip for him? I racked my brain and tried to remember a time when I undressed for a man and I was coming up empty. I’d never done that with the handful of people I slept with in the past. In the way past. I was no virgin, but it was always the man who was undressing me and wanting to get right down to business. There was never any time for stripping, which I didn’t mind because I couldn’t imagine how awkward that would be.

  Except now it was happening.

  And, you guessed it, it’s awkward as fuck.

  I opened my mouth to speak when Logan shook his head, holding out a hand. I tucked my small hand in his large one and stood, heart hammering in my chest.

  “I want to see how eager you are for me, Juliette. I want to see you strip down for me. Completely naked. Vulnerable. Exposed. So, this is what we’re gonna do.” Logan sat down on the edge of the bed and took his time unlacing his boots before kicking them off and removing his socks. His pace was unhurried and it spoke volumes about his own self control. There was no rush, like we had all the time in the world.

  “I’m nervous,” I said honestly.

  He looked up at me then and his eyes softened. He tugged me toward him, eye level with my stomach as his hands reached around to slide up and down my denim clad thighs. “I know. Which is why we’re taking our time.”

  We were taking our time because he was still giving me the option of backing out. He was giving me a choice, leaving the decision up to me. If things got too heavy I could stop, tell him that I didn’t want it anymore. I could change my mind.

  But I wouldn’t.

  He didn’t take his eyes off me as I took a step back and reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting the straps fall down my shoulders to my elbows. The cups of my bra fell down to my stomach and I let it drop to the floor. I could feel a flush start at my cheeks and work its way down my neck and over my chest.

  It looked like Logan was clenching his jaw so hard I feared he’d break a tooth. His eyes zeroed in on my chest and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he readjusted what was a clear imprint of his hard-on in his jeans.

  Bravery overtook fear as I saw the reaction I had on him. It was empowering to know that I was turning him on and getting him as riled up as he got me. I bent over, letting my breasts hang as I unzipped both boots and took them off. There was an aching tightness in my nipples as he watched every slight move I made. But I’d be lying if I said putting myself on display wasn’t turning me on like crazy.

  “You’re fucking beautiful,” he said softly.

  I couldn’t help but smile and he returned it, flashing me his pearly white teeth. My fingers hovered above the button on my jeans and when I popped it the only sound in the room was the hiss of the zipper as I pulled it down. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pushed them down and then kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving me in a simple pair of black Calvin Klein boyshorts.

  Logan’s nostrils flared and when I went to take my underwear off he reached out and yanked me down onto the bed, quickly flipping us so that I was underneath him, pinned. Stuck between him and the mattress I’d spent the last near week sleeping on.

  His big hands slid over my ribs and I shivered, my eyes drifting shut.

  “Look at me,” he commanded softly and my eyes opened, meeting his. He looked just as desperate as I felt and I found myself reaching for him, hands sliding over the smooth, hard muscles of his back, over his shoulders, drifting along his collarbones. Logan truly was beautiful, a word I never thought I’d use to describe a man.

  My fingertips traced his tattoo and my mouth followed the movement, my tongue tracing the lines and curves as he buried his face in my neck.

  “Logan!” I gasped as he ground against me, his belt buckle pressed against my underwear clad center.

  He lifted himself slightly, looking at me intently as he repeated the movement, grinding down just a little harder while I writhed underneath him.

  “I wonder if I can make you come like this. Let’s find out.”

  “Lo-” I tried to speak, but his name ended on a gasp as he wrapped both hands around my wrists and pinned them to the soft down comforter. His hips pressed against mine and my thighs tightened around his waist.

  I could only imagine how we looked with him pinning me down and me arching off the mattress as he dry humped me to orgasm. The thought was erotic and pushed me closer to the edge, pleas for more leaving my mouth.

  Logan’s tong
ue slid up my neck and over my jaw before his teeth nipped at the shell of my ear. “I can feel how fucking wet you are, Juliette. Let go, baby. Let me see you lose control.”

  I shook my head and moaned louder, his wicked words having a spine tingling effect on me. I’d said that I wouldn’t lose control, that it wasn’t in my nature, but my breasts felt heavy and I was aching for release. Right on the cusp of falling, falling, falling into what had to be a blackout of an orgasm.

  “Logan!” I cried out, trying to tug my wrists free. I wanted to scratch him, bite him, feel his body moving under my hands.

  He was breathing heavily, his grip on me painfully tight, and I loved every second of it. “Come for me. Just like this, baby. Now.”

  I whined and then pressed my face into his neck, my teeth latching onto his skin as my orgasm slammed through me. My whole body stiffened and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning in the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt and he wasn’t even inside me, but Logan was right there with me, whispering words of praise in my ear as I shook underneath him.

  As I came down from my high I felt his grip on my wrists loosen and my arms went slack, aching from pulling against him. Logan kissed my cheek, my closed eyelids, my forehead, his lips centimeters from mine as he looked down at me. “You okay, beautiful?”

  I nodded my head, my eyes heavy lidded. “More than okay.” I laughed, barely recognizing the sound of my voice in my post-orgasm glow. “I want more.”

  He smiled and then pressed a hard kiss to my lips. “Greedy.”

  I watched as Logan sat up on his knees, my eyes zeroing in on his hands frantically tugging at his belt buckle. Gone was the self control, replaced by an intense urgency that was shared by the both of us. I needed him inside me as soon as humanly possible and nothing was going to stop that from happening.

  With great effort, I sat up and slid my hands down his chest, over his pecs and down his abs. I traced his v-line and leaned forward before nipping playfully at his hip. He unbuttoned his jeans and then stopped, looking down at me as he carefully pulled my hair out of its messy knot. His fingers ran through the tousled waves as they fell around my shoulders, my lips kissing the warm skin of his abdomen as our eyes met.

  “Fuck, I want you,” he rasped.

  “Then take me.”

  Logan’s hands were suddenly on my shoulders and he pushed me back, his fingers quickly hooking into my panties and tugging them down my legs. I felt exposed, bare, and my cheeks heated as he looked at me completely naked and sprawled across his bed.

  He gave a low groan and pushed his hand between my knees, silently telling me to open for him. I squirmed and tucked my lip between my teeth, my heart hammering. “Logan…”

  “Spread your legs for me, J.”

  His voice was low, his command firm, and I couldn’t tell him no. My knees fell open as his lips parted, looking at the most intimate part of me. The moment was so raw and I’d never felt so vulnerable.

  But I didn’t hate it, and the realization surprised me.

  Logan jumped off the bed and tripped over his boots that lay on the floor, pointing a finger at me and shaking his head as I laughed. “You better knock that shit off, or I’ll spank you.”

  I quickly pressed my lips together, but he the smile he gave me was gorgeous. Playful. Flirtatious. I couldn’t help but ache at the thought of his handprint on the pale skin of my butt, and I was caught off guard. What kind of animal was I turning into?

  Logan opened his nightstand drawer and tugged out a condom- I knew that was where they were because, hey, I definitely snooped through his stuff my first night at his place- and then made quick work of his jeans and boxer briefs.

  Oh, fuck, I thought as I looked at his cock. Thick, hard, and standing at attention against his abdomen, I had to admit that I was a little bit intimidated. It had been such a long time since I’d had sex that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle all of what he had to offer.

  But oh, did I want to. I wanted all of it.

  “Now,” I whispered and scooted up against the pillows as he crawled back onto the bed, tearing at the wrapper with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his length. “I want you now.”

  Logan smiled at me and then gripped my hips, tugging me back down the mattress a little bit. He was on his knees between my spread legs, my thighs draped over his. His jaw was clenched as he gripped his cock at the base, sliding up and down my slit before pressing the blunt head against my clit. I gasped, my back arching sharply as I fisted my hands in the blanket.

  When I felt him push against my entrance my jaw went slack. His nostrils flared as he looked down at where we were joined, pushing slowly.

  “Logan,” I gasped, nervous as I felt him stretch me open. It felt like too much and I was overwhelmed, my skin hot and the air thick with arousal.

  “Relax,” he spoke through gritted teeth, leaning forward a bit more. “I need you to relax for me.”

  He cupped my face and, carefully balancing his weight, leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, his tongue probing languidly as he kissed me deep. He bit my bottom lip, groaning as he sank into me fully, swallowing my moan as his hips pressed against mine.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasped, sweat beading on his forehead as he held himself inside me.

  I felt so filled up and couldn’t form a coherent sentence, panting as I gripped his biceps, my nails biting into his skin. Testing my body- and Logan’s restraint- I wiggled my hips. He gave a low groan and thrust forward, causing me to cry out and then nod my head quickly. “Do it again, do it again. Please.”

  “Fuck,” he growled and then pulled nearly all the way out before slamming into me again, the force of his thrusts moving my body up the bed. I cried out again, louder this time, and it spurred him on. Soon enough he was driving into me with such force that I couldn’t think, couldn’t even say his name. The sounds that came out of my mouth were animalistic and wild, my nails raking down his back and making him groan my name.

  God, I loved the way my name sounded on his lips.

  “Told you I’d make you lose control,” he said cockily, flashing me his signature grin before sitting up on his knees again, tucking his hands behind my own knees and pushing my legs back so they were up near my shoulders.

  The position was totally new to me and I felt so dirty, but I was too far gone to care. Logan thrust in at a different angle my whole body stiffened, a scream tearing past my lips.

  “Oh, you like that? Do you want it again?” Logan asked, thrusting shallowly and refusing to give me more. “Tell me. Tell me you fucking want it.”

  “I want it,” I said shakily, my orgasm fast approaching. Sweat coated the both of us and I was so wound up, but the truth was I loved every fucking second of it. I loved the way he worshipped my body. Logan was giving me so much pleasure that it made something tug at my heart, but I tried desperately to push it away.

  “Tell me to fuck you faster, Juliette. Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

  Uncaring to the fact that I was completely inexperienced with dirty talk I said, “Please, Logan. Fuck me faster. Harder. I want it all, just please don’t stop.”

  The sound that left his mouth didn’t sound human and he thrust up again, hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my eyes roll. Fuck, I needed that again. “More,” I cried out and he did it again. And again. Thrusting hard and fast until I lost my goddamn mind.

  I came hard with Logan’s name on my lips, clenching around him as his thrusts grew sloppy. My release triggered his and he held himself deep inside me, a heavy exhale leaving his lips, followed by him whispering my name softly.

  I’d never felt so sated after sex. Blood rushed in my ears and I could only focus on Logan’s weight on top of me, our hearts beating together. I’d never felt so in sync with someone.

  “Wow,” he finally croaked after our breathing regulated. When he pulled himself off, and out, of me I had to fight the urge t
o pull him back.

  Logan disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and I looked down at myself, still naked with flushed skin. My hips looked red from him slamming against me and my cheeks heated as I sat up, suddenly embarrassed and feeling like I needed clothes.

  I’d lost control, something I vowed I wouldn’t do with him. Or ever. I didn’t regret it, there was something inside me that didn’t have room for regret. But I was so shocked at my own brazenness that I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to cover up, As if it was the right thing to do or something.

  I’d never experienced sex like that, never felt a connection with someone like that. It was honestly frightening and I felt so unsure of what to do next. Excuse myself and go home? Thank him? Ask when we could do it again?

  I was leaning off the bed and reaching for my sweater with shaking fingers when he emerged from the bathroom gloriously naked and sporting a semi. Crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe he said, “What do you think you’re doing?”

  I froze, catching my bottom lip between my teeth. “Oh. I was just, uh, getting dressed.”

  Logan arched a brow and said nothing, just watched me and waited for my next move.

  “Or not,” I finally said and then sat back, tucking my legs up and hugging my knees to my chest.

  He moved towards me and gave a slow smile, leaning down to kiss my forehead. It was a tender move and one that I wasn’t expecting. “Embarrassed?”

  “A little,” I responded honestly.

  Logan nodded, not saying anything else. He simply pulled the comforter down, patted a pillow and eyed me carefully as I crawled under the covers with him following suit. Warmth radiated off him as he pulled me against him so that his front was pressed against my back. His cock was nestled against my ass and I reveled in the fact that his naked body was pressed against mine.

  He kissed my shoulder. “Is this okay?”

  It was the first time I’d ever heard Logan sound unsure of himself and I found myself turning in his arms so that we were facing each other, sharing the same pillow with the tips of our noses touching.