he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this.
CHAPTER FOUR
L OGAN LOVED SEX , always had, always would. No two ways about
that. Somehow, with Pepper Yates and all her coy rules and seductive timidity,
it felt different. Scorching. Salacious.
Like a kinky fantasy come to life.
Her soft bare thighs opened over his hips. Not touching her was
one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He fisted his hands in the damp sheets
of her bed.
Again she wrapped her small hand around him. “I can feel you
pulsing,” she whispered.
God. “Tell me what you need, honey.”
“You,” she said. “Inside me.” And with that, she moved over
him, positioning him, moving the head of his cock against her hot, slick
flesh.
He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so primed.
“You’re wet,” he said with savage satisfaction. She gave him so little…but he
had this.
“I know.” She sank down the tiniest bit, caught her breath and
hesitated.
Shaking all over, Logan held himself as still as he could. Jaw
tight, he waited. He could barely see her, but her scent was stronger now, her
body clamping around him, alternately squeezing him, then softening again with
devastating effect.
It was a snug fit, and with her only working the sensitive
head, he thought he’d lose it. Through his teeth, he said, “More, Sue.” He drew
a harsh breath. “Now, or it’ll be over before it begins.”
“I’m sorry.” She braced a hand flat on his chest and pressed
down, rocking a little, working herself down over him. “It’s been a while for
me.”
“You need me to touch you, to help ready you—”
“No.” Now with both hands on his chest, she gasped, and sank
more.
Heels to the floor, Logan lifted up and pressed himself as deep
as he could go until he’d buried himself inside her.
He heard her vibrating groan and felt the way her inner muscles
worked him.
“Yeah?” Anchoring himself so he wouldn’t forget and reach for
her, he waited.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Thank God. He drove up into her again and again. He wanted to
hold her hips, he wanted to free her breasts and suck on her nipples.
But all he had was this, and it was so damned erotic, he had to
concentrate hard to keep from coming.
They found the perfect rhythm together. Her nails curled into
his pectoral muscles, then kneaded him in pleasure. He growled, and she
purred.
“Let me kiss you,” he said. He needed at least that. “Give me
your mouth.”
Lowering to her forearms, she bit his bottom lip, kissed him
hard, licked her tongue against his. This new position drove him even deeper,
brought her clitoris into contact with his shaft with each solid thrust—and he
felt the start of her climax.
Against his mouth she cried out, still kissing him with hunger,
grinding herself against him, harder and faster.
Suddenly she arched back with a harsh moan, riding out her
orgasm, and more than anything Logan wished he could see her.
Letting himself go, he groaned with her, stunned by the power
of what she made him feel, by her physical and emotional appeal. The release
continued until he was drained, until the aftershocks faded and she sprawled
down over him, a limp, sweet weight over his heart.
They were half off the bed, half on it, as lax as the
sheets.
Carefully, Logan settled his hands on her narrow back.
“Okay?”
“Mmm.” She kissed his sweaty chest, nuzzled her nose against
him and said with clear regret, “It’s such a shame that you have to go.”
* * *
H E WENT STILL beneath her, then rigid. “Is that a joke?”
On a long, melancholy sigh, Pepper levered herself up over him.
“No.” She patted his rock-hard shoulder, disengaged their bodies, and left the
bed. “I wish you could stay.” She really, really did. “But I’m sorry. You
can’t.”
“You’re kicking me out?” He sat up in disbelief. “Now?”
“Yes.” If only the lights would come back on first so she could
get a good look at him. But darkness
CHAPTER FOUR
L OGAN LOVED SEX , always had, always would. No two ways about
that. Somehow, with Pepper Yates and all her coy rules and seductive timidity,
it felt different. Scorching. Salacious.
Like a kinky fantasy come to life.
Her soft bare thighs opened over his hips. Not touching her was
one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He fisted his hands in the damp sheets
of her bed.
Again she wrapped her small hand around him. “I can feel you
pulsing,” she whispered.
God. “Tell me what you need, honey.”
“You,” she said. “Inside me.” And with that, she moved over
him, positioning him, moving the head of his cock against her hot, slick
flesh.
He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on, so primed.
“You’re wet,” he said with savage satisfaction. She gave him so little…but he
had this.
“I know.” She sank down the tiniest bit, caught her breath and
hesitated.
Shaking all over, Logan held himself as still as he could. Jaw
tight, he waited. He could barely see her, but her scent was stronger now, her
body clamping around him, alternately squeezing him, then softening again with
devastating effect.
It was a snug fit, and with her only working the sensitive
head, he thought he’d lose it. Through his teeth, he said, “More, Sue.” He drew
a harsh breath. “Now, or it’ll be over before it begins.”
“I’m sorry.” She braced a hand flat on his chest and pressed
down, rocking a little, working herself down over him. “It’s been a while for
me.”
“You need me to touch you, to help ready you—”
“No.” Now with both hands on his chest, she gasped, and sank
more.
Heels to the floor, Logan lifted up and pressed himself as deep
as he could go until he’d buried himself inside her.
He heard her vibrating groan and felt the way her inner muscles
worked him.
“Yeah?” Anchoring himself so he wouldn’t forget and reach for
her, he waited.
“Yes,” she breathed.
Thank God. He drove up into her again and again. He wanted to
hold her hips, he wanted to free her breasts and suck on her nipples.
But all he had was this, and it was so damned erotic, he had to
concentrate hard to keep from coming.
They found the perfect rhythm together. Her nails curled into
his pectoral muscles, then kneaded him in pleasure. He growled, and she
purred.
“Let me kiss you,” he said. He needed at least that. “Give me
your mouth.”
Lowering to her forearms, she bit his bottom lip, kissed him
hard, licked her tongue against his. This new position drove him even deeper,
brought her clitoris into contact with his shaft with each solid thrust—and he
felt the start of her climax.
Against his mouth she cried out, still kissing him with hunger,
grinding herself against him, harder and faster.
Suddenly she arched back with a harsh moan, riding out her
orgasm, and more than anything Logan wished he could see her.
Letting himself go, he groaned with her, stunned by the power
of what she made him feel, by her physical and emotional appeal. The release
continued until he was drained, until the aftershocks faded and she sprawled
down over him, a limp, sweet weight over his heart.
They were half off the bed, half on it, as lax as the
sheets.
Carefully, Logan settled his hands on her narrow back.
“Okay?”
“Mmm.” She kissed his sweaty chest, nuzzled her nose against
him and said with clear regret, “It’s such a shame that you have to go.”
* * *
H E WENT STILL beneath her, then rigid. “Is that a joke?”
On a long, melancholy sigh, Pepper levered herself up over him.
“No.” She patted his rock-hard shoulder, disengaged their bodies, and left the
bed. “I wish you could stay.” She really, really did. “But I’m sorry. You
can’t.”
“You’re kicking me out?” He sat up in disbelief. “Now?”
“Yes.” If only the lights would come back on first so she could
get a good look at him. But darkness
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