He chuckled at my visceral reaction to his touch, his voice muffled by my chest. He had shaved that morning, so his cheeks were mostly smooth against my skin. I remembered how much I had enjoyed his fresh shave last time, too. He bit down gently on a nipple, just hard enough for me to cry out and rake my fingers through his hair.
Slowly, he pushed the fabric of my panties to the side and ran his thumb along the newly exposed flesh. I whimpered, leaning into the wall as he proceeded to find ways to make my knees go weak. It took him no time at all to find my engorged nub and begin stroking it like an instrument.
He played my body like an expert musician, making me hum and cry out as his fingers deftly explored my pleasure. White heat of ecstatic lightning flashed through me, flooding every sense with pure rapture. My hips bucked against his fingers while his mouth kept pleasuring my breasts. My knees buckled as I gave into the pleasure, my body vibrating as a tidal wave of orgasm flowed through me.
I would have collapsed to the floor if Logan hadn't wrapped his arm around my waist and held me up. He supported me easily until my strength returned. I realized my fingers were still tangled in his honey curls and that I had probably nearly ripped them out of his head with the strength of my orgasm. He grinned up at me, inching the thong down my thighs. I shimmied out of it as he stood to his full height.
He kissed me again, powerful and primal. I pushed my hips into his groin, feeling his hardness yearning to escape its cloth prison. Having him inside of me was all I could think about. I pulled the briefs down and caressed his silky length.
A low, masculine sound of longing tumbled from his lips as I touched him. He was velvet over steel. Our eyes locked and I nodded. He pressed his lips against mine for a brief moment before reaching for his shorts. In no time, he found the condom in his wallet and put it on as I watched with eager appreciation. He was so damn sexy. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him.
Placing his hands on my hips, he lifted me effortlessly, though the muscles in his arms flexed with the motion. My legs wrapped around his waist and slowly—so slowly I wanted to scream—he lowered me onto him.
Our twin gasps of pleasure echoed through the room. The sensation of being filled to the brink was the only thing in my world that mattered. At last we were one. He pushed my back against the wall as he palmed my ass. I rocked into him, but he set the beat. Each thrust sent me to new heights. His hips moved back and forth as I rocked into him. I wrapped my hands against the bulge of his biceps. His muscles were rigid and strong. His amazingly sexy grunts weren't from overexertion; they were from sheer pleasure.
“More,” I gasped, yet the word was insufficient for what I needed. I wanted him. I wanted every inch of him in me and on me. An out-of-control storm of desire raged within me that put the hurricane outside to shame.
“Oh, God, Olivia,” he groaned as I arched my hips, coaxing his shaft deeper. He buried his face into my shoulder and thrust up harder. I cried out, begging for more. He pulled away from the wall and walked, with me skewered to him, over to the bed. With an easy lift, he tossed me onto the mattress.
Pillows went flying. I stared up at him, marveling at his delicious length. I spread my legs, offering myself up to him. He growled and jumped on top of me. He found my opening and dove in, thrusting deeper than I thought I could take.
Writhing like a snake, I arched and danced against him. His skin was still damp from the rain, and I reveled in the way we stuck together. He slammed into me, his passion driving me insane. I wanted him harder and faster. I wanted us to crest into oblivion together, but at the same time I was desperate for this never to end. I bent my knees, giving him every angle to drive as deep as possible.
“Olivia,” he gasped, his voice rough and thick. I looked up into his eyes, and my world exploded. Together we dove into oblivion, losing ourselves to one another and the storm raging within us. I felt a cry of ecstasy reverberate through my entire being as we merged and fell together. His body tensed and relaxed against mine. I lost myself to him, reveling in the low, male sound of his gratification.
Slowly, the colors of the room stopped flashing before my eyes, and I could see again. I hadn't felt pleasure like that in a long time. Just over two years, actually. No one had been able to make me feel the way Logan did. It was as if he was the secret key to pleasuring my body.
I stared into Logan's eyes. He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. The lust still burned bright in him, but with this release, I could see there was more than just desire. He wasn't going to ask me to leave. If anything, he wanted me to stay. He didn't want this to only be a one-time thing. I was surprised to find that I didn't either.
As our breathing slowed from frantic to fast, I wondered what was going to happen next. Was this just something that we needed to get out of our systems, or did we have a chance? I
wanted to believe that this wasn't just sexual tension finally breaking free. I wanted to believe the promise in his eyes that he truly cared.
The wind and rain howled at the windows, threatening destruction, but wrapped up in Logan's arms, I felt safe. For the first time in two years, I felt the storm inside of me settling down.
Chapter 20
Rain pulsed against the window like the heart of a living creature. I could imagine that there was nothing outside of this room but a monster of rain and wind. I reveled in the idea of spending eternity like this, trapped with Logan in the pit of the monster's stomach where no one could find us.
Logan's long fingers traced the curve of my spine as I closed my eyes and focused on his touch. I lay on my front, bedsheets tangled around my feet as he sat beside me, admiring my skin. I couldn't remember feeling this satiated or relaxed in forever.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered. The compliment made me blush with pleasure. Logan's lips caressed my shoulder, his kiss soft and appreciative.
I rolled over, propping my head on my hand to look at him. I smiled. Based entirely on the way he was looking at me, I believed him. His eyes held so much life and emotion, I was sure I would drown in them. I was torn between languid happiness and shock that I had allowed this to happen. Once again, I had given in to my desires and let my body overrule my mind. I could feel the edge of regret creeping up, but I pushed it away, wishing to stay in this moment a little longer.
I stared openly at him, memorizing the way he looked so I could keep this image stored away for a lonely night. The sheet covered his bottom half, but just barely. His broad shoulders tightened down to muscled abs, and the top of his hip poked out from under the sheet, proving he was naked underneath. His tattoo was exactly the way I remembered it. I skimmed his skin with my eyes, knowing that I could look as much as I wanted to. It had felt so good to finally touch him and give my body what it wanted.
“You know,” I said slowly, never taking my eyes off of him, “I'm still mad at you.” It was hard to feel angry, though, when I felt this good.
He raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. I loved the way those honey-colored curls had tangled around my fingers just moments before. I shifted slightly in the bed, already feeling sore in all the right places.
Regret was creeping in as I regained my senses. I stubbornly ignored it; I didn't want to feel regret yet. Anger I could handle, but I had enough regret to last a lifetime. “I'm still not exactly sure how this happened,” I said softly.
Knowing I was referring to the mess we'd made of his room, Logan glanced around. Clothes dangled haphazardly from the furniture, and a chair had been overturned in our haste to get to the bed, which was in itself a disaster. Sheets were tangled between our bodies, the comforter hung off the bed, and the fitted sheet was nowhere to be seen. Pillows lay scattered around the bed and floor as if there had been an explosion, and I supposed in a way there had been. The maid was going to wonder what kind of animals had gotten into Logan's room.
“You finally gave into my charms.” Logan's eyes heated for a moment as he remembered the delectable details. “They were bound to get you eventually.”
I gave his arm a playful smack. “Your charms? I was trying very hard to avoid you.”