by Nikki Sloane
My eyes would have gone wide if that was possible, but it wasn’t. They closed under his silent command. Under the power of this kiss. Tonight, Logan wanted to make love.
He withdrew almost completely and then sank back into my body, which welcomed his every gentle intrusion. I drew a line on his lips with my tongue, begging to taste him.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
He hadn’t asked me a question, and yet I’d give him whatever he wanted. I shifted to meet him, eager. Drowning in my desire for him and in the passion of the moment. It’d never felt this good. It could have been hours or just minutes, I lost all track of time when his mouth was on mine and he was moving deep inside. I writhed beneath him. My soft cries of pleasure were muted by his unrelenting kiss.
He stilled and shifted over me, withdrawing and trailing kisses down my chest.
“Where are you going?” I demanded, even though it was obvious. I wasn’t one to usually turn that down, but now? It was cruel torture to tease me with his lovemaking and take it away. His fingers spread me open to his intimate kiss, and I jerked up onto my elbows.
“Logan, please . . .” I cried. My hand curled under his chin to try to bring him back to me.
“You don’t like this?” His deep voice rumbled from in between my thighs. He fucked me with his mouth, his tongue fluttering on my flesh and heat raced outward from it.
“Oh!” I moaned when he pressed his face into me, nuzzling me and causing me to collapse flat on my back. I was utterly conflicted. His mouth was indecent and, holy shit, I didn’t want him to stop. Yet I worried that when he returned he’d change, he’d adopt a new style. He’d have a new way to satisfy me, and I didn’t want that.
“Come back to me,” I said in a breathy voice. “Make love to me.”
He lifted his head in startled surprise, so I seized it and pulled him up. His hard body slid over mine. His wet lips returned to my lips, and he nudged me with his dick, slipping into me with a groan of pleasure.
In the pit of my stomach, desire tightened like a vise.
His hand was warm and tight on my hip and his other held my face to his kiss. Longing for each of us to reach our end poured out, seeping everywhere, blurring the lines for me. What I’d asked him to do was dangerous. The romance of the wedding, the glass of champagne . . . It all had a powerful, drugging, manipulating effect.
“Open your eyes.” This demand from him sounded much like a plea.
His dark, beautiful eyes were hypnotic. I fought the swell of pleasure that threatened to consume. He eased a hand behind my knee and guided me to open my legs wider, to lift the knee high around his waist. It was so he could bend a knee, and the hand on my hip slid under my body, tilting me so I could feel everything. His chest dragged over my hardened nipples, edging me closer to overload.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his eyes watching mine.
I stayed silent, unable to form thought. Every second I remained beneath him, fighting to drag air into my body and keep my eyes open, forced my climax closer and closer until I felt like it was on top of me and not him. The glide of his body in and out of mine became too much.
My skin was covered in goosebumps, but I wasn’t cold. He’d set me on fire. Every inch of his skin covered my skin, and it was tingling the moment before my orgasm descended on me.
“Logan,” I cried out, digging my nails into his flesh.
Oh, holy, fucking shit. The explosion inside my body rocked my foundation and threatened to tear me apart. He kept moving. Which meant the damn thing kept getting better and better, changing and intensifying.
He was hard as steel inside me while the tongue in my mouth was softer than velvet. Things were out of control now and I let it take over. I jolted in his arms and broke the kiss, moaning shamefully loud when I finally reached what I thought was the peak, until he jerked. His whole body seized, pouring into me in spurts, every one better than the last.
He slammed his lips over mine roughly, but I’m not sure who exactly he was trying to keep quiet, because he’d grown loud when I had, matching my intensity. He slid inside me so deeply on the final thrust it might have hurt, but I was too lost in ecstasy to care.
We lay still for a long time afterward, and I could feel his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm with our chests pressed together. He rose onto an elbow and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then kissed me deeply.
“So, yeah . . .” he said. “That was the best orgasm of my life.”
The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile. “I’m familiar with the feeling.” I’d been cringe-worthy loud. “Please tell me none of your family is staying on this floor. Or in this hotel.”
He laughed and rolled onto his side, folding me into his arms. “I’d tell you that you shouldn’t have said my name, but I love it when you do. I love it even more when you’re screaming it.”
chapter
FIFTEEN
He woke me up by running his hands over my waist, down a hip, pushing the sheets out of his way. I was on my side, facing away from him.
“What time is it?” My voice was heavy with sleep.
“A little after nine.”
“Did you already get up and run?”
“No,” he said, spooning me. “It’s a rest day.” His hard dick pressed into me.
“I was resting,” I murmured. “You don’t feel like you want to rest.”
He slid his dick between my thighs, nudging me. “I’m still in bed.” He kissed my neck and his tongue worked upward until it traced the edge of my ear. His hand closed around my breast, massaging me before venturing down.
“Do you want me?” His fingers slipped in my folds.
It was a ridiculous question, of course I did. He knew it was true since I was already wet for him. “Yes.”
There was little foreplay. He buried himself inside, taking me from behind. I laced my hands on top of his and clung to him as he held me, fucking me slowly. But this wasn’t going to be lovemaking this morning, I could tell right away.
“I want you to be totally quiet when you come,” he said.
He’d just told me last night that he loved it when I screamed his name, so . . . “Why?”
“In case I want to do something like this to you someplace public.”
The shiver down my body flooded me with warmth. “Where?”
“Nowhere,” he teased, “if you can’t stay quiet.”
It was like he threw himself into second gear, and I gasped. His hand, with mine still wrapped over it, moved so it could rub right above where we were joined.
“Ssh,” he whispered. “You can be quieter.”
I loved a challenge and forced myself to eat my moans of pleasure. When I was successful, he took it to third gear, and I squeezed down on the hand that touched me.
“Yes, Evie.” His hushed words made me bite my lip. “I have to make you come hard to make sure we’d be safe to try it. What if I want to fuck you in the back seat of my car during your lunch break?”
Great. Now I was going to be turned on thinking about the parking garage beneath the office. I eased my grip on him, breathing heavy. His thrusts became harder, urgent, but he stayed quiet too. The slap of his skin against mine and the faint squeak of the mattress frame were the only noises over our labored breathing. I could tell he was close, because I was close.
“Are you going to be quiet for me?”
My eyes closed so I could focus. “Yes, sir,” I said, knowing it wasn’t exactly fighting fair by saying that.
He inhaled sharply, like he was mutually pleased and displeased. The hand was gone from me, and wet fingers shoved into my mouth. “Suck these off.”
The dick flexed inside me when I closed my lips around them, tasting myself. I sucked on them hard, and the moan escaped my lips before I realized what happened.
“Come on, you’re not even trying.” The fingers returned to my clit, rubbing me furiously. Almost as furiously as he pounded into me.
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bsp; I clutched at the sheets, clawing at them, finding something to cling to.
He took short, shallow breaths. “Better.”
I pressed backward, meeting his thrusts while managing to stay silent. The desire swelled and sank its claws in, taking hold. I pressed my lips together and arched my back, my legs squeezing shut tightly so I could ride the orgasm with him deep inside. A whimper was the only sound I couldn’t contain as he hurled me over the edge into bliss.
I was deathly quiet even when my insides were screaming.
“I knew you could do it. Now it’s my turn,” he said.
It only seemed fair to make it difficult for him. “Are you going to come hard in my pussy?”
“You know I will.” His words rolled over my skin, sinful.
I needed something else. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
That only earned a slightly deeper breath. I’d have to find something even dirtier, and I went with the first thing that popped in. Something I should have thought about before it was out of my mouth.
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
He froze. “Now?”
“Um . . .” I searched for a way to backtrack. Is that what I wanted? He’d certainly said he did yesterday, and I had liked what he’d done in the shower. There was a reason it had been the first thing to come to mind. I knew eventually I was going to let him have me there. I was going to want to try it. He was so good at everything else, how could he not be good at that? My lips trembled.
“If you want to, we . . . could try it,” I said, and then held my breath while I waited for his response.
He resumed fucking me at a steady pace. “I do.” His hand had moved to hold tight on my hip, and now it moved again, abandoning me. I glanced over my shoulder to see him slide his thumb in his mouth and then down behind my back. His hand parted my cheeks to touch me, his wet thumb probing.
“You want me to put my cock in here?” He put pressure on my asshole.
I tried to sound confident. “Yes.”
His body shuddered beside me with anticipation. “I’m afraid this will have to do for now, you dirty girl.” He slipped his thumb just inside. “I need to get a few things that might help. I want you to enjoy it your first time.”
A mixture of relief and unexpected disappointment coursed through me. Just like signing the contract, once I had agreed to it, I’d gotten a thrill of excitement about doing something that should have made me terrified.
His dick continued to slam into me while his thumb penetrated further. I was crazy and frantic. He took huge gulps of air as his orgasm neared. The hand was gone from inside me. It grabbed my waist and yanked me back into him so the warm skin of his chest was against me. A quiet sigh came from him and then, as he came, he sank his teeth into the back of my neck.
Painfully. It made me gasp.
The teeth were gone instantly and his mouth moved over the bite mark I was sure he’d left there.
“Are you okay?” he said, quiet and strained. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His arms went around me in an embrace, and I hooked my hands on his forearms. “I’m okay.”
“Apparently you’re better at that than I am.”
“It seems like we both passed your test.”
He turned me in his arms, revealing the amoral expression on his face. “You won’t have to be quiet tonight.”
“Tonight?” Good god, he was a machine.
His kiss drugged me. “Come over to my place for dinner. We’ll try whatever you want to.”
I swallowed a breath.
He dropped me off at my place, walking me to the front door of my apartment building. Such a gentleman, who had less than gentlemanly intentions for later. He wouldn’t tell me what “supplies” he needed to get when I’d asked on the car ride back into the city.
As I fished my keys out of my purse, he put a hand on the small of my back.
“Evie.” His voice was odd. Uneven. “Thanks for going with me yesterday.”
I froze into a statue under his intense gaze. I’d never seen him look unsure before. His eyes drifted from mine to look vacantly through the glass entryway.
“It was hard seeing her again,” he said. “But it would have been a lot worse if you weren’t there.”
“Oh.” The keys in my hand stabbed me as I clenched them into a fist. It was shocking seeing him with his walls down, even just a little. “You’re welcome.”
Logan’s admission flooded me with warmth, knowing I’d helped ease an uncomfortable situation.
His sincere eyes met mine. “I had a really good time.”
“Me, too.” It barely made it out of my mouth. He closed the distance between us and claimed me in a kiss that was full of passion. It was over too quickly, but I think that was his intent. To leave me hungry for more, to come back to him ready tonight.
“See you later,” he said with a smirk.
I spent the afternoon paying bills and submitting bids on a freelance design website. Occasionally someone would accept my bid and I’d increase my income that month by a few hundred dollars. It was helpful in keeping my head above water.
At four, I decided to stop putting it off any longer. I flopped down on my worn couch and called Blake.
“I wasn’t sure I was gonna hear from you again,” he said. “I’m glad you called. I wanted to apologize, but I wasn’t sure if calling you would make things worse.”
“How are you?” I asked.
“I feel like a fucking idiot. I don’t really remember a whole lot, except that I was beyond wasted, I made an ass out of myself, and . . . I think your boss was there?”
“My boyfriend,” I corrected. “His name’s Logan.”
“Oh, yeah.” The line was quiet for a moment. “Is he a good guy, Evie? Because—”
I sighed. “Don’t get judge-y on me.”
“I’m not. I want to make sure he deserves you.” He sounded sincere.
“I think so. He . . .” I wasn’t sure what kind of conversation I could have with Blake now. We used to feel comfortable talking about anything, and now it was painfully awkward. “I like him.”
“Okay, well, that’s good.”
Calling him hadn’t been a great idea. I struggled to find something else to say. “Where are you staying since you and Amy called it quits?”
It was deathly quiet. Had the call dropped out? I looked at the screen on my cellphone, and it said we were still connected. “Blake?”
“She took me back.”
Oh, did she? I shouldn’t have cared. I had a boyfriend I’d just spent the weekend having all kinds of sex with. Blake was my friend. Shouldn’t I want him to be happy? Despite all that, it got under my skin.
“Oh.” That was literally the only thing I could say.
It made me wonder what exactly she’d been told. If I’d found out the man I loved was running around telling another woman he loved her, I certainly wouldn’t be taking him back. Maybe Amy was more forgiving and understanding than I was.
“I told her about New Year’s Eve, and how I panicked outside that place and tried to stop you—”
My face heated with anger. “You told her what I did?”
“No, not really. I told her that you were doing something risky for money. She assumed it was like a medical thing.”
“Great.” The way Blake had described it, it also could have sounded like I’d taken up selling drugs.
“I told her how confused I was, and she said to leave and don’t come back until I’d figured it out.”
“So, you got sloppy drunk, came over, got rejected, and went back to her.”
“No. I got sloppy drunk, came over, got rejected, and sobered up. Then I made my choice. I asked her to marry me.”
Once again, I shouldn’t have had the reaction I did, but shit, I’d been in love with him. My heart raced in my chest. “And she said?”
“No. Ask her again later, like she was a Magic 8 Ball, or something.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah. I love her, Evie.”
“Good.” My voice was tight. “I’ve always liked her.”
“Can you do me a favor and apologize to Logan for me? I can’t remember if I took a swing at him, or if I just wanted to. I was a fucking mess that night.”
Eventually the tension eased when we talked about other things, and he dropped the second bombshell on me; he’d called Payton and apologized for what he’d said outside the club. She’d failed to mention that to me when we’d gone dress shopping. Why?
We hung up and I lost track of time, and before I knew it, it was six. I was supposed to be at Logan’s at six thirty and, what a shock, I was going to be late. I sent him a text, letting him know I was on my way from the back of a cab. I should have taken the bus, but this was faster.
My brain again felt like spaghetti. I’d woken up in Logan’s arms this morning after making love last night, so why the hell was I thinking about Blake? As the cab turned off of Lake Shore Drive, I succumbed to my anxiety about what I’d offered this morning, and that cleared out my brain quick. The thrill and tension returned, wrapping its fingers around me until I was gripped tightly.
I knocked on his door, and it swung open a moment later. He was on the phone, but gave me a smile and stepped back to let me come in.
“Okay,” he said to whomever he was talking to. “Evie just got here so I need to get off.” His eyes were wicked with innuendo. “Yeah, will do.” He said goodbye and hung up, shoving his phone into his back pocket. Hands rested on his hips and he glanced me up and down, curious.
“You changed clothes.” There was playfulness in his words. “Why?”
What does someone wear on an occasion such as this? Whatever it was, I did not own it. I knew because I had searched every inch of my closet. I’d changed into a pair of jeans and my black open-toed pumps with a black tank-top. Over that I had a sheer heather-gray shirt with an asymmetrical neckline that hung off of one shoulder.
“This kind of felt like a date,” I said.
His eyes warmed and the corners of his mouth twitched into another smile. He hadn’t changed from this morning, but he still looked damn good. The navy blue t-shirt hung close to his lean form, and below, faded jeans and bare feet.
