He robbed me of my thoughts, stole my good sense. Logan managed to deepen an already deep kiss and his groan rumbled down my throat. The sound was strangely sinister, a warning, a precursor, an ominous hint that I was in way over my head. But I was too far gone to heed caution.
I wanted more. My panties were soaked, my breasts felt heavy, my nipples tingled, my legs were weak, and my head was swimming with need. Never had I been so turned on by a kiss. Never had I needed an orgasm so badly I’d been willing to beg. But there I was, kissing Logan, my pussy empty, clenching at nothing, waiting for him to fill me.
Then I did something I’d never done, not with any partner, ever. I instigated more. My hands went to Logan’s chest. The hard wall of muscle I encountered spurred me on—I had to know what his skin felt like. With zero finesse, I yanked up his shirt and my hands went under the material—finding hot, smooth flesh over hard ridges.
Oh, God.
My hands continued to explore, my nails raked over the dips and valleys, my thumbs swept over his nipples. Throughout this, Logan kissed me. He didn’t stop my wandering hands until I went for the button on his pants. He did this nonverbally by biting my bottom lip and griding his erection against my stomach. Then finally, freaking finally, he touched me. His right hand resting on the wall near my hip went to my bottom and I moaned my approval as that hand traveled down to the back of my thigh and Logan lifted it. Instinct took over and I wrapped my leg around his waist. After that, Logan boosted me the rest of the way, and my other leg wrapped around him.
Logan broke the kiss and rumbled, “Tighter, baby.”
I clasped my legs and locked my ankles at the small of his back like he asked, bringing my core tighter against his erection. Oh, yeah, that was better.
“Arms over my shoulders.”
I did that, too.
Logan thrust his hips, the hard outline of his dick rubbing right where I needed it.
Amazing.
“Gonna take the edge off then you’re gonna get your sweet ass in your car and I’m following you home.”
“Logan—”
“New rules, baby.”
Baby?
Before I could tell him I was forfeiting the game Logan dropped his mouth to my neck. His lips brushed the sensitive skin below my jaw and he rocked his hips again, making me forget how bad of an idea this was. And when he engaged his tongue, licking across my throat down to my shoulder, I was ready for anything. Here against the wall, in the back seat of my car, in my bed, in his. I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop.
“Fuck, you taste better than I knew you would. Move with me, Ren. I need you to get there fast, baby.”
Move with him? I was pinned to the wall, his hard chest pressed against mine. His grip on my ass was so strong I’d have marks from his fingers. At least I hope I will.
As if understanding my dilemma he explained, “Use your arms around my neck for leverage.”
It was then I appreciated the brilliance of Logan wanting my legs tight and my arms around him. With every thrust of his hips, I ground down, causing the most delicious, amazing, astonishing friction.
My limbs tensed and the air around us turned humid, thick, oppressive. It was hard to draw in enough oxygen. Or was I holding my breath? My orgasm was building with shocking speed. Me, the woman who never climaxed during sex, was going to come apart from grinding against Logan. Fully clothed.
I couldn’t begin to process what that meant. I couldn’t stop my body from taking what it needed. My hands fisted Logan’s hair and I didn’t have the presence of mind to conserve the memory—how soft it was, how good it felt. In his arms, I was living a dream I couldn’t fully comprehend because all of my attention was on what was going on between my legs. The magic Logan had cast. My body was in charge and it was screaming for relief.
So close.
“Logan,” I panted his name.
His head lifted out of my neck, his eyes came to mine, and I exploded.
Hot chased cold. Goose bumps raced up my arms and sweat trickled down my back. My pussy clenched and convulsed at nothing but weirdly I’d never felt a more powerful orgasm. Full body, top-to-toe, I felt it burn through me. I shook and bucked and cried out in pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, beautiful,” Logan groaned and continued to pump his hips.
Logan’s mouth dropped to mine and in stark contrast to the violent climax still ricocheting through me, he kissed me sweetly. Slow brushes of his tongue against mine, gentle swipes across my bottom lip, and teasing nibbles. This kiss was everything the first one wasn’t—heartbreaking. A bleak reminder of what I couldn’t have. Logan didn’t believe love was real and I’d learned the harsh lesson that he was right. Love sucked. It hurt. It tore you up inside. It left you sliced and diced and bleeding.
That depressing thought plunged me back into reality. Only because I’d already been stupid I gave myself another few moments to enjoy being in Logan’s arms, feeling his body against mine, tasting him, pretending that I actually meant something to the man I’d never have.
So stupid.
Logan broke the kiss and even that was done gently.
Kill me now.
Regret washed over me and my eyes closed as I locked my emotions back into the vault I never should’ve opened, not even for a moment to pretend. It had taken me many painful months to accept that Logan was untouchable, a bossy jerk who wanted to be left alone.
“Don’t,” Logan whispered.
The quiet word was louder than a gunshot and my eyes snapped open at his tone.
Pain and hunger mingled in his eyes.
The sound of Logan’s voice coupled with the way he was looking at me pissed me right the hell off.
“Don’t what?”
“Pull away from me.”
Pull away from him? He was The King of Pulling Away. He had the whole detached, cold demeanor down to a science.
“Let me down.”
I squirmed but Logan was stronger and he easily held me in place.
“Not until we get a few things straight.”
I wiggled again, the movement reminding me his dick was still hard and pressed against my center.
“Oh, I see. This is the new game,” I huffed.
“You don’t see shit, Ren.”
“Right. So you fuck me in a—”
“I didn’t fuck, baby. I didn’t even initiate that play—you did. And if you think back I told you what was going to happen after I took the edge off. No way in hell I’d fuck you in some dirty bathroom.”
“Close enough,” I argued, not ready to concede Logan was indeed correct.
I was the one who let my hormones get the best of me and he hadn’t actually fucked me.
“Not even close,” he corrected. “Trust me, Ren—when I fuck you, there will be no doubt I fucked you. And it won’t be in a bathroom like some barfly.”
My face heated. Logan might not have fucked me but I’d humped him like a bitch in heat in a bathroom like a slut. It would’ve been hilariously sad if I wasn’t so embarrassed.
“I have no interest—”
“You grinding on my dick, flying apart, and moaning my name says otherwise. Let’s not start lying to each other now.”
God, he was an asshole.
“Let me down.”
“Not until we get a few things straight.” Hearing his denial, my teeth clenched and my body turned to stone. “Lauren?”