by Quinn, Cari
“Jesus,” he hissed and lifted his ass off the chair.
She tugged his pants over his cheeks and down his legs. Instead of letting the material pool to the floor, she whipped them off his feet and over her shoulder. She nosed her way up his legs, nipped the inside of his thigh which made him jump and his cock tighten painfully up against his belly.
Her breath fanned hot across his balls before she used the wide, flat of her tongue to stroke up his sac.
Part of him wanted to grip her hair and pull her over the aching head of his cock, but the other half wanted to know just what she’d do. To control himself through this delicious form of torture, he lifted his arms over his head to grip the cushion.
She turned her head so her lips hugged the base of his cock. Slowly, with excruciating thoroughness, she swirled her tongue along the vein that traveled the length of his shaft. Stroke, then suction, stroke, then suction until her tongue traced the ridge where his head met shaft.
He rolled his hips involuntarily until she finally circled his shaft with her fingers, pulling him away from the searing heat of his belly. Sweat sheened his body as he vibrated against the need to take control. To let her touch him on her own terms.
When she sucked him inside the recess of her mouth as deep as she could, he let out an agonized breath, letting go of the cushion to twine his fingers into her hair. Silky dark strands stuck to her cheek as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
He pushed them back, tightening his hold at the base of her neck. She stared up at him as she allowed him to guide her up and down. His balls tightened with each stroke as she took him just a little deeper with each pass.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more of him and hummed around his cock and increased her suction. The atrium got slowly darker as he went from enjoyment to impairment.
The night sounds faded away, her moans dissipated, and there was nothing but the roar of blood rushing through his head as he jerked under her. She pressed the flat of her hand over his belly and milked him with her mouth, with her fingers, with her tongue.
When he came back to himself she was nuzzling along his belly and lazily licking his spent cock. He cupped her cheek, tracing the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. Her mouth was swollen, and smudged crescents of her mascara bruised the fragile flesh under her eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Pleasure ghosted over her face followed by a wry smirk. “You say that to any woman who—”
He put his finger over her lips to halt her words. Clichés were alive in his industry for a reason. What she’d done was different. It was given freely and without ulterior motive or showboating. And it had been the first time, in a very long time, that something had been really pure in his life.
Saying that to her would make her run for the door.
Because he’d have to explain the reasons behind that kind of statement. And right now she was untouched by his ugly life. He wanted her to stay that way more than he’d realized. Enough that he was willing to bury that side of him in favor of this new reality.
This woman that made him feel so much more than the void and anger he’d been swimming in.
So much so, that he wanted to imprint himself on her body, her mind, and maybe…just maybe, her heart.
He sat forward and rubbed her nose with his. “You’re not some random woman. And from the very first time I touched you, we became a helluva lot more than two people rubbing against each other until it felt good.”
Her eyes widened, then went soft. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.” He stood and drew her up with him. Then hooked his arm around her knees and tucked his shoulder into her. She let out a whooping laugh as he tossed her over his shoulder. “Now, we shower then raid the kitchen.”
“I’m not the one that got all sweaty.”
“You will be in about five minutes.”
Nineteen
Logan’s long stride took them from the atrium to a hallway. One that was on the opposite side of the house. She didn’t realize the bedrooms could be that stretched out in a house. It was practically a separate wing.
She took the opportunity to slide her hands down his lower back to his truly spectacular ass. It was tight and muscular and hella spankable. She popped him good and he grunted.
When he took a right and light exploded around her, she winced. She rather liked the moonlit room. She was currently facing the wrong way to truly appreciate the room. Doorway was quite nice though. The walls were a deep suede brown with warm pine accents. “Gorgeous room, Logan.”
“Who cares?”
She landed on the bed with an oof.
“This, right here, better view.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Is that right?” For the first time, she could really look her fill at Logan. The man could wear the hell out of a pair of jeans, and he rocked the man in black look, but naked…wow.
Wide shoulders and defined arms tapered to a densely muscled belly. Not the muscles of a gym guy that was looking to define every muscle group known to man. No, Logan was solid. With each breath, his ab muscles rippled under the surface.
She smiled as his cock hardened before her eyes. Lengthening and thickening until she had to swallow. She’d tasted that. Her mouth and jaw could attest to just how impressive he was. But here, with the warm glow of his room, there were no shadows and quick fumbling fingers.
His fingers fisted at his sides and his thighs flexed.
No, those hands could take their time. If she could stand it. She ached in so many places. Her breasts felt too heavy, her pussy swollen, and God, she was wet. All it took was a kiss to get her started, but tasting him, feeling him tremble and tighten under touch…she was so beyond sane at that moment.
“Are you done looking?”
“No.”
He moved toward her, kneeling on the end of the bed. “It’s only fair I get the same look-see.” His thick, scarred fingers were deft on her belt, buttons and zippers. But he slowed his perusal as he drew down her shorts.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken time with her shower routine, but just then she was glad she’d taken the time to exfoliate until she’d been pink, then gone hog wild with lotion. When Logan groaned as he drew his fingers down her belly to her thighs and then made a return trip, she vowed to make the time from now on.
He leaned over her, pushed her tank up along the way before he covered her nipple with his warm mouth. The little charm he wore hung between them as he flipped her shirt off. His smooth belly and chest rubbed along every inch of her before he settled his weight between her thighs. His cock was trapped between them, the thick ridges burning into her skin.
Restless, she shifted under him. The slow seduction was a surprise after the way they’d been in the truck. She was fairly certain that she’d go out of her mind if he kept her on this fuzzy edge of lust. She needed to be filled, needed his weight, but most of all she needed the power of him.
He pressed a kiss under her jaw. “Keep that up and that gentlemanly half of me is going to get booted out of here again.”
“Good.” Logan braced himself on his elbows. She raked her nails over the insanely solid arms to his shoulders. “I need you, Logan. Hard.” She brushed her cheek against his scruffy jaw, her lips at his ear. “Don’t hold back.”
He was careful with her. Always so careful. She wanted that part of him from the stage when he’d finally unleashed on her after rehearsal. She wanted that man that growled lyrics into the night.
She coasted her hand down his back to his ass and dug her fingers into his cheek, rubbing her body along his. His breathing grew harsh, he pressed her to the bed with his hips and rose over her.
Wild green eyes held her there. His jaw flexed as he slid down her body. He watched her as he scraped his beard around her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed at the abrasion only to pop back open when he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Around and around with the tease of scruff warmi
ng her skin.
She arched, her nails biting into his back. He clamped a hand over each of her wrists and pinned her to the bed. His teeth scraped over every inch of her. Breast, nipple, neck, shoulder, and belly. Open-mouthed kisses with the burn of his scruff as a chaser to each touch.
Worked up didn’t even cover it.
She tried to break free from his hold, but he was so damn strong.
“Logan.”
Those searing green eyes watched. He studied her, attacked when he heard her make certain noises. She tried to stop her involuntary response. Nerves stretched to the limit and her ignored pussy made her insane. She was dripping wet and he wouldn’t let her move, dammit.
All she had to do was rub against him and she’d go over.
She bowed off the bed when his chin finally went low enough that he licked her belly button. She looked down at him and their gazes locked. He rose off her and let her hands go.
She scooted back on his bed and widened her legs.
“Don’t you do it.”
Her chest was heaving, her fingers hovering over her slit. “I’m going crazy.”
“You wanted me not to hold back, right?”
Breath shuddering at the over-stimulation, she let out a slow moan. He leaned over to the bedside table and opened the drawer.
God, yes. Condom. She’d get him inside her. This ache would go away, she could think again.
“Roll over, Izzy.”
“What?” That didn’t compute. Or, wait. Oh, yes. She rolled onto her knees. God, yes. He’d go so deep like that. Finally.
He pulled a pillow down and tucked it under her then closed her legs. She was down for just about anything right now. She was freaking vibrating, but she didn’t have the patience for what he was thinking.
She popped up.
He flattened his hand between her shoulder blades and straddled her thighs. “Shh. Watching you go crazy under me, all those sounds you were making, and this.” He slid two fingers inside her. “So fucking wet.”
She gripped his sheets and her shoulders crashed to the mattress. “God.” So tight. He stroked her slowly. His fingers were invasive and seemed to touch every nerve inside of her.
She pressed back on each thrust, wanting more. He dragged his lips over the back of her thigh. There was no way she could take the same treatment on her back, too. Her skin was on fire as she rubbed against his duvet. She could barely stand it.
But then that delicious abrasion buzzed over her swollen lips. She hissed as he slid his tongue inside of her. His breath came out on a groan.
He’d been so calculating. Watchful. Almost scary-focused, but that moan made her whimper. “Logan,” she growled.
The bed dipped and then there he was. The broad head of his cock stretched her, opened her. Slick walls welcomed him as she let out a shuddering cry. So full. The ache bloomed into a thousand pinpoints of pleasure as he drove into her.
He was everywhere. There wasn’t a single space inside of her left untouched. She turned her face into a pillow and screamed with each powerful thrust. The angle, the length and width of his cock, all of it was too much.
She flew apart, her thighs shaking as he continually hit something deep inside of her that ratcheted up the intensity. She tried to crawl away from it. Too much, the pleasure was knife-sharp.
He stretched her out, his arms surrounding her as his mouth came down at the back of her neck. He rolled them onto their side as he opened her wider, thrust up into her with his teeth and mouth focused on her neck and shoulder. His fingers were wild on her clit and the broken way he growled her name destroyed her.
She cried out, sure that there would never be a way out now. Not after this.
She laced her fingers with his over where they were joined and let herself fall.
Twenty
“Fuck.”
Evidently breathing was optional when it came to sex with this woman. It had been like holding onto the tail of a hurricane.
Izzy rolled over in his arms, her eyes hooded with sleepy bliss. “Pretty sure we just did that.”
He laughed and groaned as he eased away from her. “Just a sec.” He took care of the condom and snapped up his down coverlet, rolling them both under the cool fabric.
She curled into him, her cheek on his chest, their legs tangled. “I should be all responsible and go home, but—”
“Nope. You’re staying here so I can do that again with the morning sun streaming in.”
She sighed and twisted her finger into his necklace. “Okay.”
He rubbed his chin over the top of her head. “Okay.” He couldn’t remember a time that he’d been so content. He reached for the smart remote on his bedside table and killed the lights. “I’m not going anywhere, you know.”
“Oh, really? Not shooting out of town like a bullet when the festival is over?”
He stared up at the skylight. The huge panel was the only way to get light in his room without giving up way too much access to the telephoto lenses that ruled his life lately. “No. I’m taking some time off. I want to spend it with you, Iz.”
“Yeah?”
He stroked his hand up her hip to the side of her breast then back down. “If that’s all right with you.”
She brushed a kiss over his neck. “More than okay. I’ll enjoy you as long as you’re here, Logan.”
“What about when I have to go?” He held his breath.
“I don’t know. You’ll probably be the hardest man I’ve ever had to get over.”
He linked their fingers and pulled her hand to his mouth. “I don’t want you to get over me. I want you to be with me.” The minute he said it, he wish he hadn’t. He didn’t have any right to ask that of her. Not when he hadn’t told her about Aimee.
But he knew he was better with Izzy. Knew that he could handle things now.
“You’re just in that post-coital glow.”
He dragged her over him. “No. I’ve had good sex before.”
She flattened her palms into his chest. “Logan, let’s just take it slow.”
He slid his hand around the back of her neck and drew her down to him. “I want this. You want this.”
She shook her head, but met his mouth in the same hot, hard kiss. He reached for the drawer, readied himself, and slid into her welcoming heat. The pace was slower this time. Darkness and starlight were their only witnesses.
It was enough.
He stroked her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his cock as she assured her, in the only way he knew how, just how much he needed her. She gasped into his mouth, broke around him, and he held her tight.
Held onto her like a lifeline.
Twenty-One
Bella shoved her head under the pillow. Too bright, too loud.
Sun streamed through the room and her phone was going off from somewhere across the room.
Logan was sprawled on his belly next to her, his arm heavy across her waist. She buried herself further under the pillow. Finally the ringer stopped only to start over again with its eerie piano.
“Is there a reason why Michael Myers is in my bedroom? Is he going to kill us?”
She giggled out a moan. “Ringtone.”
The bed dipped and her pillow disappeared. “Who gets that? Or is that everyone?”
She laughed, peering up at him through one eye. “Sharon.”
He snorted and dragged her into his side. “Nice.” He tucked his chin into her neck and nibbled his way up to her ear, the fingers of his free slid under the sheet to her ribs.
“No.” She tried to wiggle away. She was way too ticklish for that action so early.
Like a dog with a bone, he attacked her until she was shrieking with laughter. She bucked under him, but he just threw his thigh over her legs and held her down.
“No fair. You’re bigger.”
He grinned down at her. Mussed hair, sleepy green eyes, and a carefree happiness lighting his features. Gone was the tension he usually carried like a shield.
Had she done that?
Because she liked the idea of that a little too much, she pushed at his shoulders when her phone went off again. He rolled off her with a sigh and stretched. Good grief. Bronzed and freckled, he was simply too delicious to comprehend.
“Keep looking at me like that and you will not be answering that phone.”
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She looked around for her shorts, finally spotting them in front of the door. How the hell had they gotten all the way over there? She snatched a blue Henley shirt off a chair in the corner and slid it on.
“I prefer you naked, but you look damn good in my shirt, Iz.”
She grinned over her shoulder. “I might just steal it.”
He propped himself up on a couple of pillows, the sheet barely covering him. She quickly looked away. No way, no how was she going to get drawn back into that bed right now. She crouched to unearth her phone from the pile of clothes and winced, both at the time and how sore she was.
Logan had reached for her half a dozen times during the night, from sleepy sex to the eager and desperate at dawn kind and every other kind in between. Both deliciously used and a little confused, she wasn’t sure what to make of their morning after. She was happy, but a little tiny part of her wondered why he was so adamant to convince her he wanted more.
She had too many questions and not enough answers, but that kind of dissection would have to wait until after the festival. She still had that day and Sunday to contend with. She scanned the messages. Three from Sharon, each one more insistent for a reply. There were two from Cam about no-shows in the vendor area. She fired off replies for those. Dee Valentine, from the diner, was always good for a last minute table of goodies.
She perched on the edge of the bed and chewed the side of her thumb. If she replied to Sharon, then the morning would be over. The mayor would have a laundry list of things for Bella to handle. But if she could lure Logan out with her, then maybe she could keep her to-do list to a minimum.
