“This is in the way,” he growls, releasing me and grabbing the sides of my pencil skirt before yanking it up to my waist. A breathy moan slips out of my mouth, and my eyes drift closed as he shoves his thigh between my legs. Oh, God, yes. He grabs my hips and rubs me on his leg, giving me exactly what I need as his hands then slip under my shirt. His touch sears my skin, and I rub against him, pressure building in my belly as I grip his t-shirt in my fists.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, and I lose it, an orgasm rocks through my body and surprises the hell out of me. I gasp and ride it out, my body shaking in his arms as the pulses of my release seem to never end. When I can finally open my eyes again, I lean back against the wall with a sigh and look up at him.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, and he grins – a sexy, terrifying little grin.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even started yet.”
I raise my hands above my head and raise my brow at him in challenge. I don’t know why I decided it would be a good idea to poke the bear right now but my heart is racing at the possibilities. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”
His eyes trail down my body, and he smirks at me when he meets my eyes again, pressing up against me. “In an hour or so when your legs are shaking, your heart is pounding, and your body feels like I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure out of you as I demand another orgasm, just remember that you asked for this.”
All the air punches out of my lungs as my hips buck against him of their own accord, my mind racing with images of that vivid scene he just painted for me. A thrill races through my body, desire pooling between my legs, and my skin tingling with a need stronger than I’ve ever felt before. I thought I knew what chemistry felt like, thought I knew what it was like to feel desire, but none of it comes close to this. With just his words, he could make me lose myself as if he’d been expertly touching my most sensitive areas.
Reaching out, I fist his t-shirt in my hands and pull him to me, planting my lips on his. He smiles against my kiss for a moment before my need consumes him, too. His hand slides into my hair, and he cradles the back of my head as he takes control of the kiss, commanding my body like a puppet master. Thick arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me away from the wall into his body, and I sigh. I may never get tired of the way it feels to be pressed up against him, his hard to my soft. We mold together like that’s what we were made to do.
He starts walking us down the hallway without pulling away from me, and his hands slip under my shirt. We separate only long enough for him to rip the shirt over my head. Reaching behind my back, I fumble with the zipper of my skirt for a moment before I get it down and shove the skirt down my legs. I kick it away and push his back up against a wall as I reach for his shirt.
I pull away, and he reaches behind his back, pulling the shirt over his head and his body comes into view. I bite down on my bottom lip as I do my own little exploration of him. A giant black and gray eagle covers his chest, and he’s got a full sleeve of tattoos down each arm, starting at his shoulders. He grabs my hips and pulls me back into him, his desperation matching my own. His hard cock digs into my hip, and I moan as I reach between us and unbutton his jeans. Groaning, he grabs a chunk of my hair and pulls my head back as he leans in and starts kissing down my neck. Goose bumps rush over my skin, and I pull the zipper of his jeans down before shoving them down his legs.
His cock springs free between us at the same moment that I realize he’s going commando, and it pulls another moan out of me. My fingers dig into his stomach, and he rips his mouth away from me to groan in my ear. He releases my hair and reaches down, hooking his hands under my thighs before lifting me effortlessly into his arms. Reaching behind my back, he unhooks my bra and pulls it away from me, tossing it on the floor behind him as he marches toward my bedroom.
Leaning in, I throw my arms over his shoulder as I kiss him again, hoping that this never ends. I think I’m addicted to his lips, and I could spend forever kissing him. My back hits another wall, and his hand cradles the back of my head so I don’t get hurt, and I only like him more for it. Even through the haze of his desire, he thought of me. I rip my lips away and turn my head as he starts biting my neck.
We’re right next to the door to my bedroom so I reach out and turn the handle, pushing the door open. “Storm,” I complain, wiggling in his arms.
“What, Baby? I want to hear you say it,” he rasps against my skin, his voice deeper than before. I shiver and try to work my hips against him but he’s got a firm hold on me.
“I want you inside me,” I moan, my body in a constant state of desperation as I hover over an orgasm that I just can’t quite reach. His only response is to pull away from the wall and carry me into the bedroom. He tosses me, and I land on the bed with a bounce. I don’t even have time to orient myself before he’s kneeling next to the bed and pulling my legs apart. His teeth nip at the sensitive skin inside my thigh before he soothes the sting with his tongue, and my hips rise off the bed, begging him for everything that I no longer have the mental capacity to say.
He kisses a path up my thigh, stopping right before where I really want him, and the only thing I can do is growl out into the room as I slam my fists down into the bed. He laughs, and when I prop myself up on my elbows and peek down at him, his sexy little grin steals my breath. He holds my gaze as he reaches up and trails a finger over my panties, and I moan, my head dropping back.
He hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs. I can’t resist looking down at him again. His gaze is focused between my thighs, and he licks his lips as my pussy comes into view. Storm looks like a starving man, and I can’t wait to be his next meal. He flicks his eyes up to me, and I swear, his gaze could melt me on the spot. Pure fire lights up his gray eyes, sending warmth rushing over my entire body.
He slowly pushes my legs apart and flattens his palm to the inside of my thigh just above my knee before he starts sliding it up. With his other hand, he presses his thumb to my clit, and I fall back to the bed, my hips lifting off the bed for more. He rubs tiny little circles against the sensitive nub, and I moan, needing more.
“Storm, please,” I beg.
“Logan,” he replies, and I prop myself up on my elbows again to look at him.
“What?”
“My real name is Logan. I want you to call me Logan. Storm is my road name.”
I nod, testing out the way it sounds in my head and I like it. “Okay.”
Without another word, he flicks his thumb against my clit again. and I fall back with a loud moan as he starts kissing up my thigh. My hands fist the sheet beneath me and I moan again as his mouth closes over my pussy, and he flicks his tongue against my clit.
My hips lift into him, and he grabs the tops of my thighs to hold me still as he laps at me. He switches from sucking on my nub to plunging his tongue inside me, and I think that I’m about to lose my mind. Every thought in my head is just complete gibberish as my body builds toward another orgasm. His fingers dig into my legs, and he sucks on my clit again, sending me barreling over the edge as I cry out into the room.
When my release subsides, I sigh and relax back into the mattress as his grip on my legs eases, and he brings me back down with gentle kisses against my flesh. After a couple seconds, he pulls away and stands, wrapping his fingers around his cock as he stares down at me. I watch him work himself for a moment before I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. Pushing his hand away, I wrap my fingers around his length, and he groans but keeps his eyes firmly locked on me.