by Linzi Basset
Shanna’s lips pursed in a luscious pucker.
“You’re staring. Somehow, I never pictured you as a man capable of being struck mute by a naked female form,” she lilted.
The husky murmur caused his cock to twitch eagerly and drew a low laugh from his chest; a sensual purr that caused her nipples to tighten.
Good lord, I can’t even control my own tits!
She swallowed a moan as she acknowledged that he was the master of every sensation that was running rife through her body.
She closed her eyes to avoid the sight of his tempting lips. It was a tactical error when he caught her hand and yanked her forward to tumble to the floor and onto his lap. He pressed his mouth against hers but before she could fully savor his lips, they were gone. She shuddered in the aftermath of that brief, yet passionate touch.
“There’s a first time for everything, luv and I intend to make sure there are many firsts for you . . . with me,” he drawled while lazily sliding his tongue along the inviting curve of her lower lip.
Shanna was tantalized by the scent of primal machismo that oozed from him. It was a heady combination of power and sexual prowess, of credence and virility, that she found irresistible. He was everything she’d always envisioned the man of her dreams to be. Unbeknownst to her, it had been him, all this time. She’d never been able to forget that encounter and over the years, all her dreams had been with him as her faceless lover. She’d come to think of him as hers. That same possessiveness surged in her chest as she stared at him.
Mine. He is mine.
“Up you go, my pet,” Logan ordered and assisted her. He relaxed against the sofa with his head resting on the seat. “Now, squat over my face.”
“What?” Shanna stared at him with a shocked face, envisioning the picture in her mind. It caused a flash of red to heat up her cheeks.
Logan pulled her closer, until her knees were resting against the sofa seat, but on either side of his head. He caught her waist in his hands. “Down, Shanna. It’s time for my meal.”
“Oh, my lord,” Shanna whimpered as she gave in to the pull of his hands and lowered herself over his face.
“More, my pet. I have no intention of lifting my head to reach.” His voice had deepened considerably.
An excited groan escaped her mouth as she felt the heat from his words puff against her skin. She squatted down and surrendered with an arch of her neck as his lips trailed over her labia causing shards of pleasure to penetrate her loins.
“Ohh,” Shanna moaned as he gently nibbled on the satiny folds. She was overwhelmed by the heat that surged through her veins as he sucked on her pussy lips, tossing her mind into swirl of sensations.
“I can’t . . . Logan, my legs—” Shanna pleaded as her legs shuddered with strain from the position she was in, combined with the sensations that weakened her limbs.
“Lean forward and hold onto the back of the sofa. Pull up your knees on either side of my head. Wider, baby,” he instructed. He lapped at her clit, drawing circles over the nub until Shanna whimpered with the need for more.
“Logan, please,” she panted, licking her suddenly dry lips. Logan threw her equilibrium into complete disarray. Foreign sensations surged through her mind and body. She squirmed and twisted against his mouth in paroxysms of unbounded pleasure. Her loins ached and throbbed as he sucked her clit, inflaming the nub, to push her closer to edge.
“Please what, luv?” Logan murmured against her skin, his tongue teasing the slit between her labia.
“I need more,” she begged in a breathless whisper.
“I’m here, my pet. Tell me what it is you want,” he asked in a deep, soothing voice.
“I . . . inside! I need your tongue inside me. Please,” she begged.
“Then ride me, Shanna. I’m all yours for the taking. Fuck my tongue, my pet.”
His words were still echoing when she pushed her hips down, moaning as he spread her soft, puffy lips open and found the fleshy walls of her channel. Her pussy gave way to his tongue. He caressed the silky skin, licking at the sticky nectar. He plunged in and out, swirling to lap at the satiny walls. She thrashed on his face, pushing down and grinding her pussy into his mouth, fucking his tongue with a wild abandon. Her passion destroyed any inhibition she’d ever had.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Her scream bounced off the walls as she lost herself in the intoxication of the climax that rippled through her loins. Heat surged through her veins as Logan continued to caress the soft swell of her stomach and pinch her nipples.
Shanna was still battling to find her breath when Logan lifted her and toppled her onto her knees on the carpet. He pulled her hips higher and fisted his hand around a tuft of her hair.
“Now, my love, it’s my turn. Don’t move, Shanna. You had your turn to ride me. Now, I’m gonna ride you. Yes, my pet. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t move.”
“Is that just talk, or am I about to see Mr. Studmaster in action?” Shanna teased in a breathy voice. Her ears caught the sound of the crinkling of paper as he ripped open a condom package with his teeth before he sheathed his cock.
“You don’t know when to stop, do you, luv? Very well, you wanted the stud and you’re going to get him.”
He positioned his cock against her cleft, leaning back to watch his large cockhead spread open her labia and disappear inside her small pussy. He kept pushing until she whimpered, but he didn’t stop until he was hilt deep inside her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he grunted. His hand tightened around her hair until her neck arched back and her face was pointed toward the roof. “Yes,” he drawled. “Just like that, at my mercy.”
Shanna whimpered and her pussy clenched. She was already stretched wide to accommodate his wide girth. She could feel the hot pulsing weight of his cock deep inside her.
“Are you going to talk me into a climax or are you gonna start moving anytime soon,” she taunted, desperate to feel his strength take full possession of her.
“Ah, Shanna, my love, now you’ve clinched your fate. Don’t say you weren’t warned,” he whispered into her ear ominously. He slowly pulled out and waited until her breathing settled. Then he slammed back inside her.
Hard
To the hilt.
Again, and again.
“Fuuuck me,” she screamed. That was the last coherent words she managed to utter as he continued to pound into her. Watching with a lustful glint in his eyes as the lines of her back arched with every forceful thrust inside her.
Shanna’s mind spun wildly in a maelstrom of rapture, raked from head to toe, as she was broadsided by the powerful possession of her body. He stoked the furnace inside her, heating her core to prep her body for yet another onslaught.
Logan’s unrepentant hunger drove him to speed up even more, slamming into her so hard and fast that her ass cheeks rippled and spread open. The sound of slapping skin was a lustful accompaniment to their passionate moans. But Logan wanted more. He reached around her waist and slapped his hand against her clit—hard, over and over. Shanna screamed, utterly defenseless in the face of a climax that ripped through her at the unexpected erotic torture. The intensity caught her unprepared and she was hurled into carnal oblivion.
Logan continued to pound into her mercilessly until he climaxed with unrestrained jerks inside her, leading to another uncontrollable orgasm for Shanna.
Shanna slumped forward but his grip on her hair yanked her back. He leaned closer to growl into her ear, “Oh no, my pet. That was only the beginning. You are nowhere near done. I told you, I’m well prepared. I still have nineteen condoms to go.”
“Fucking hell,” she moaned.
“Indeed,” he chuckled, the sound—a devilish promise in itself.
Chapter Eight
Shanna peeled off the ski suit and stepped into the shower. She turned the water on high and moaned as it beat over head in steamy rivulets.
“What am I going to do?” Her voice echoed dully within the shower cubicle. S
he closed her eyes against the water, releasing a contented sigh as the heat soaked into her skin. Her legs threatened to buckle, forcing her to lean against the cool tiles to stay upright. Her muscles slowly began to relax under the cascading water over her body—muscles she didn’t even knew she had!
“Let that be a lesson in overindulgence, Shanna Lovett. Good lord, how he managed to get it up so often, is beyond me,” she groaned, images of their debauchery during the long hours of the night flashing through her mind. Somehow, she’d managed to slip away while he was in the shower and skied down the mountain. It was a miracle she could still move.
Her phone had been ringing nonstop since she’d arrived in the hotel room but she’d ignored it. Her mind was in disarray and she was nowhere near ready to talk to Logan. Not to mention her heart. She’d always thought she was too level headed to fall head over heels in love with any man, let alone at first sight. Not that it was technically at first sight, but still. Yet, Shanna couldn’t deny that from the first whisper into her ear, the first touch of his lips against her skin on the plane, she’d been completely enchanted by him. Now, after all the years, her phantom dream lover from the prom had a face, a body and a very powerful presence. Could it be that the feelings she’d been harboring inside for him, had manifested into reality? Had she secretly been in love with him all these years?
“Fuck no! Dreaming about him isn’t love. It can’t be.”
But if it wasn’t love, what would she call the emotions flooding her mind? She knew it wasn’t lust. That, she could deal with. No, last night a myriad of feelings had loosened inside her that she couldn’t put to words. It confused her and it was the reason she’d pretended to be asleep when Logan had woken up. She had to come to grips with her feelings before she faced him again. She just had to.
Thirty minutes later, refreshed and more relaxed, Shanna walked into the hotel restaurant. She was famished—not surprising—considering Logan had made a meal out of her last night.
“Ah, the lady who stood me up last night has resurfaced,” Cole Winters said in a teasing voice beside her.
Suddenly she was pulled out of her daydreaming. “I’m so sorry, Cole but I got waylaid on the mountain and only returned this morning,” she apologized. “I didn’t even have my phone with me to call and cancel.”
“How about making it up to me with breakfast?”
Shanna chewed on the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, especially now that Logan and her . . .
What exactly? Had sex? That doesn’t make a relationship, Shanna.
Her inner voice did nothing to ease her confusion. Somehow, flirting with Cole didn’t have the same appeal like it had the previous day.
“You’re mine now, Shanna. Don’t ever forget that.”
The words he’d growled into her ear the final time they’d made love echoed inside her head. It had been more than claiming her, it had been a vow of possession, of ownership. Her stomach rolled and her heart rate increased as the words kept echoing in her mind. She had felt it when he’d uttered them, as she did at this very moment. Belonging, like she was where she needed to be. It was something Shanna treasured and would never betray—even in her own mind.
“There you are! We’ve been trying to get hold of you for over an hour,” Alexis said as she hugged her from behind.
Cole shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Shanna, including Alexis and Rachel with a brief glance. “I see you already have other plans. Maybe another time.”
Shanna smiled in relief when he walked away. “So, it was the two of you who caused me a headache with the incessant calling?”
“If you’d bothered to answer, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?” Rachel asked with raised eyebrows. “Out with it. Where did you disappear to yesterday and last night?”
“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies,” Shanna said tongue-in-cheek. “I’m starving, so you can either join me for breakfast or have coffee while I eat.”
“Did you spend it with that man?” Alexis asked, peering at Cole where he’d just joined his friends.
“No, miss nosy, I didn’t.”
“Hm, come to think of it, Alexis, Logan also did a disappearing act last night. He was supposed to come over and . . . er, you know,” Rachel made big eyes at Alexis. “We also couldn’t get hold of him.”
“Come over?” Shanna asked while she buttered the roll she’d found in a small basket on the table. When Rachel didn’t respond, she glanced up. Realization struck. She bit into the roll and chewed furiously to keep from saying something stupid, like, “He’s mine, stay the fuck away from him!”
“Oho, I have to admit, of the three of us, I didn’t expect you to be the one having a problem with sharing. You’ve never been possessive,” Alexis said with her head tilted to one side as she observed Shanna critically. “Is there something about yesterday that you’d like to share with us, girlfriend?”
The waiter served their coffee and took their orders.
“Well? We’re waiting,” Rachel said when he walked away.
“I spent the afternoon and night with Logan in his chalet on the mountain.”
“The afternoon and the night? And you can still walk?” Alexis teased with a wide smile on her lips which mirrored the one on Rachel’s face.
“Barely,” Shanna mumbled around the final bite of the roll. Her cheeks burned as her two friends burst out laughing.
“Well, you can’t say we didn’t warn you,” Alexis laughed. She rubbed her hands. “C’mon, out with it. We want all the juicy details!”
Shanna lowered her face into her hands in defeat. She knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t let up until she satisfied their curiosity.
“Twenty? And he used up all of them?” Rachel asked a while later. “Not that I’m surprised, to be honest. Logan can keep going long after Mason and Noah—”
“Really? Do you honestly think I need to hear that, Rachel?” Shanna asked deadpan. “Oh fuck, listen to me! I sound like a jealous witch,” she moaned.
“Well, you do have a history with him. I’m sure that makes you feel that you have first right to—”
“No! That’s not it. Goodness, Alexis, I’ve never experienced anything close to what he makes me feel. Not just sexually, but in here,” she voiced her confusion with a tap on her chest. “I have no idea how to deal with it. It’s so much easier to catch babies and probe vaginas, than coping with a studmaster like Logan Chase.”
“Finally,” Rachel beamed at the waiter when he served their breakfast. “Eat up, ladies. It looks like we need our energy to help Shanna figure this out.”
“I shouldn’t have come here,” Shanna said a short while later. She pushed back her empty plate and leaned her elbows on the table.
“Now you’re being silly. Of course, you had to come visit us. One way or the other you would have met Logan, Shanna. It wouldn’t have made a difference if it was now or a couple of months down the line.”
Shanna stared at Alexis, knowing she was right. “I know. Dammit, this is such a mess. What am I gonna do? He made a very possessive statement early this morning and the look in his eyes warned me he meant it. I have a feeling he’s the one I’ve been searching for my entire life and now that he’s here, within my grasp, somehow, I have a feeling that I’ll never have him.”
“Why do you say that?” Rachel probed gently.
“What do you think his reaction is going to be once I tell him about the baby? What if he resents me or worse—hates me. I don’t think I can live with that.”
Rachel glanced at Alexis. “That’s questionable, Shanna and not like Logan at all. Are you thinking of not telling him?”
“I don’t know what I’m thinking. I do know I don’t have the courage to tell him. Not yet, anyway.”
“In my opinion, the sooner you do, the better,” Alexis said softly. “Because believe me, Shanna, once you’re in love with him, it will be twice as hard.”
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sp; “I think it may be too late for that.” Shanna said in a small voice.
“Oh honey, you’re right. You’re in so much shit,” Rachel crooned, patting her on the back.
“You should’ve warned me! Both of you,” Shanna complained.
“About what?” Alexis asked with her brows drawn together.
“About how potent these fucking men are! At least I would’ve been prepared and maybe . . . no, who am I trying to fool. No woman can ever be prepared to resist Logan Chase’s magnetism.”
“Yep, you’ve got that spot on. Ehm . . . Shanna?” Alexis said, staring at the entrance of the restaurant.
“Yeah?”
“Tell me you didn’t slip away from Logan this morning,” Alexis’ eyes widened as Shanna’s cheeks turned red. “You did? Oh hell, girlfriend, you are in so much more trouble than you know.”
“What do you—ooh, shit,” Shanna muttered as she looked up and caught Logan’s gaze that seared her even over the distance. Her mind screamed at her to run but her body wouldn’t move. She felt a tremor deep inside her coming to life as he stomped closer.
“Do you think he’ll go easy on me if I pretend to faint?” She asked in a whisper.
You’re such a chicken.
Oh, shut up!
Chapter Nine
“Well, I’m waiting, Ms. Lovett. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Shanna swallowed. She devoured him with her eyes. No man had the right to look this good after the night they’d had. She felt washed out and frail and he looked as fresh as a daisy.
Or, more accurately, a gladiator on the warpath.
“I generally don’t indulge in talking to myself, Mr. Chase. The ancient society believed that to be a sign of mental illness.”
Alexis and Rachel burst out laughing at the look on Logan’s face, and no matter how hard she tried, Shanna couldn’t hold back a giggle. She knew she was goading him but it was either that or admit to him how hard she was falling for him.
Shanna realized she’d made a mistake when his lips turned into a wicked grin, his eyes alight with a combination of amusement and a sinister warning.
