One Night With You by Shiloh Walker

forcing her mouth open.
    Bo wanted to be outraged. She wanted to be pissed at his rough kiss, at the hard, unyielding strength and the way he used it on her. But she wasn’t.
    She was so damn turned on, she felt like she just might melt all over him. His tongue came inside her mouth and she groaned hungrily. She arched up against him, opening fully. His hands left her head, traveling down over her shoulders, down her arms. Distantly, she heard something fall, felt it bounce off her foot. “Hate that ring,” he muttered again, lifting his head just enough to say that against her mouth and then he was kissing her again.
    He was all over her. Bo felt like he had ten hands and wanted nothing more than to drive her insane. He palmed her ass, caressed her breasts, jerked at her T-shirt and tore it away from her. His mouth left hers and moved to her breasts. No soft, gentle kisses there either, he licked and bit her nipples, had her teetering on the point of pain and she cried out and begged for more.
    His jeans felt rough against her naked thighs, abrading her flesh as he pushed against her. “You’re so hot,” he muttered as he sank down in front of her, kissing a straight line down from her breastbone to her navel. His hand cupped her and he dipped one finger inside her sex. Bo clenched around him with a force that damn near hurt. “So wet. Melting for me.”
    Hell yes, she was melting. Bo felt like she was turning into a boneless little puddle, melting all around him and over him. His mouth replaced his fingers and he plunged his tongue inside her. In quick, rapid succession, over and over, until she climaxed with a scream. She shuddered, slamming her hands against his shoulders to keep from collapsing. Logan slid his tongue around her clit and then he pushed it inside her again. She felt a gentle suction and she wailed. Her nails bit into his shoulders and her knees wobbled. She couldn’t stay upright. No way.
    He moved, standing up so fast that Bo swayed. Her legs folded under her and she would have sunk to the ground in a boneless puddle, but he lifted her and braced her against the wall. At some point, between going down on her and standing up, he’d shoved his jeans out of the way. She felt the bare length of his cock against her belly as he spread her legs and moved between them.
    “Look at me,” he growled.
    Bo could hardly breathe, could hardly see and didn’t even have the strength to wrap her arms around him. But she forced herself to lean her head back and try to focus on his face. “Don’t look away.” She blinked, barely comprehending his words.
    Her feet left the floor. He caught her under the knees and shoved them high, hooking them over his forearms as he pressed against her. “Don’t look away,” he muttered again.
    He pushed inside her, huge and hot as a branding iron. Stretching her. Filling her. She cried out as he filled up the empty ache she’d been living with for four years. His eyes, that pale golden brown, stared into hers with an intensity that seemed to burn. “Tell me you thought of this, the two of us.”
    His voice was a hypnotic growl and it never even occurred to Bo to not obey him. “Every day,” she whispered. Every day, every night, until she ached with the sweet pain of the memories. She arched up and tried to pull him closer. He held himself back, though, staring down at her. She reached for him and he somehow managed to capture her wrists, even with her legs hooked over his elbows. He pressed them flat against the wall, effectively pinning her. She couldn’t move—Logan held her in a way that kept her open for his use, exposed to his eyes and it was so damn erotic she almost came just from the feel of his hands trapping her.
    He pulled out slowly, inch by incremental inch and she’d never been so aware of every little movement. He surged back inside, keeping his pace slow as he pushed deep inside. So deep she could feel the head of his cock butting against the mouth