“Why?” She stroked me several times. Even through the layers of clothing, her fingers on my manhood shot lightning to my balls.
I took in and let out a deep breath. “I don’t want to mess up our friendship, and we’re both drunk.”
Emily shook her head lightly, a devilish grin appearing on her face. “I’m not that drunk. Neither are you. And we’ve both slept together once before.”
“But you didn’t want to after.”
She wagged a finger. “Because you fucked me so hard, I was sore.” She closed her eyes and took in a breath. She reopened her eyes. “I want my last night in Tokyo to have one more good memory. I want to have you inside me, filling me, making me remember I’m a woman.”
I stepped forward and nuzzled her neck as she continued running her hand up the length of my cock. I yearned to pull off my clothes so she could touch me directly.
“You’re definitely a woman,” I whispered into her ear. “And I like how you think.” I pulled back to grin at her. “Don’t be mad if you’re sore for days.”
Emily returned my grin.
Chapter Twenty-One
EMILY
I stepped back, grinning as I unzipped my dress slowly and deliberately. Yes, I was little tipsy, but it didn’t change the truth. I wanted my last day in Tokyo to end on a great memory, something I would remember to my dying day. Even though I couldn’t be together with Logan back in America, I could hold onto this little slice of pleasure and comfort.
Plus, to be honest, I was damn horny. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I think it was more knowing how great it could be with Logan. I’d never realized how wonderful sex could feel. Lionel had always been so selfish. If I happened to get off during it, it was just dumb luck. My ex had made it clear that my pleasure wasn’t something he ever cared much about.
Beyond that, Logan made Lionel seem like a fumbling virgin in comparison. Even if we never slept together after Tokyo, I imagined dreams of sleeping with him would keep me warm on cold nights for a long time as I remembered what it felt like to have his fingers and cock inside me, pushing me toward ecstasy.
I finished unzipping my dress before pulling down the straps on either side. I shimmied a little, going for sexy but probably coming more off as drunkenly awkward. Right then, I couldn’t be bothered to care.
Logan watched me, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile. Aroused? Amused? I wasn’t sure, but again, I didn’t care. I was sure I could turn him on once I got my clothes off.
My dress pooled at my feet. I took a deep breath and kicked it to the side of the bed. He licked his lips. Definitely not amused.
“I’m on the pill, you know,” I said. “I’d…” My face burned this time but not from the alcohol.
His gaze traveled up and down my body. “You want me to not use a condom?”
I nodded quickly. I don’t know why I was so embarrassed, given I’d already made passionate love to the man. “This time I want you inside me completely naked. I want to feel it when you…” I shrugged and trailed off.
He grinned at me. “I think I’ll like that too.”
The way Logan stared at me with pure desire in his dark eyes made my body tingle and my toes curl. My confidence fully returned, and I smiled at him.
Logan kicked off his shoes, undid his belt, and then dropped his own pants. His hard cock was already tenting his boxers. I nibbled my lip at the sight of his arousal, a slight shiver of warmth passing through me at the idea that I could do that to him.
That was the best part, that he made me feel wanted, desired. He made me feel like I was so special, he’d never cheat on me.
He didn’t have to choose me. He was a billionaire. He could have his pick of women, m
odels, actresses, music stars, but he wanted me. Even if our mothers had pushed us together, he chose to keep after me.
It was too bad we couldn’t have more than these final moments of bliss together.
I unfastened my bra, tossed it on the ground, and quickly stepped out of my panties. By the time I was finished, Logan was already undressed, his fit body on display. This time, I was the one licking my lips.
Several deep breaths followed. I wasn’t actually sure what I should do next. Kiss him again? Wait for him to kiss me?
I only had a few seconds to think about it before he pulled me onto the bed. Laughing, I landed flat on my back.
He hopped on the bed and straddled me, his careful gaze taking in every part of my naked form. I suddenly didn’t like the idea of my body exposed under the lights and tried to cover my breasts with my arms.