“That’s the garage, genius. Not a bedroom.”
He whirled around, and cursed under his breath.
“Well where is...doesn’t matter. There’s no time.”
Without a word of warning, he dropped her where she stood—pressing her up against the wall as he dropped his pants behind her. Her breath caught in her chest, as he parted her legs with his own, positioning himself behind her.
For just a split second he paused. Just a split second to gaze breathlessly at the beautiful, naked woman standing in front of him. Then he grabbed her hips and pushed his way inside.
She let out a gasp, as he pressed his forehead against her shoulder—closing his eyes with the sweet relief of finally, finally getting what he wanted. Finally fulfilling the fantasy that had been racing around in his head from the moment he woke up on the floor of Dylan’s house and her lovely face drifted into view. She was warm, and wet, and ready. Just as ready as him.
The muscles in his stomach contracted as he thrust into her. Faster and harder. Losing his grip on reality a little more with each one. His fingers wound through hers, stretching her arms above her head and pinning them to the wall—never missing a beat with his hips.
It was the dance they never got to finish back at the club. The one the two of them had been secretly pining for ever since.
Another gasp ripped through her, and she dropped her head back on his shoulder. He took full advantage to attack her with kisses once again—his lips finding the soft skin at the base of her jaw. Her pulse was racing, just as wild as his, and without stopping to think, he abandoned caution once more and sank his teeth into her shoulder.
She jerked in surprise, then burst out laughing as she tried desperately to escape. “That’s not...not fair,” she panted, trying frantically to catch her breath. “You can’t...”
“I owe you,” he whispered wickedly in her ear. “For the shower.”
“What?! No—”
Before she could finish, he stepped away and hooked his ankle around hers—tripping her back into his arms. She was still trying to get her bearings, when he lowered her gently to the ground—holding her body prisoner beneath his.
“So you thought that was really funny, did you?” he teased, trailing a slow line of kisses from her throat to her stomach. “Playing your little game?”
Her back tried to arch, but he held her flat. Kissing first one hip, then the other. He could feel the heat rising off her skin. Feel that same desperate wanting he felt himself.
“Maybe...” She was clearly in no position to be fighting back, but Lacy had never been one to give up so easily. She propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see him better, grinning with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “If you want me to apologize—”
“I don’t want you to apologize.” He grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her flat once more. “I want you to beg.”
Without a word of warning, his head disappeared between her legs.
The effect was instantaneous. She let out a cry as her back arched off the ground, her fingers clenching into tight little fists pressed against the floor. Every single muscle was tensed and at the ready. Every single inch of her was aching for more.
But Logan took his time.
When her hips rose up to meet him, he pressed them gently back down—kissing her all the while. When her fingers wound through his hair, he bit her again with a little grin.
The faster she tried to move, the slower he went. Agonizingly, deliciously, excruciatingly slowly. Until finally, she actually tried to squirm away.
“Enough,” she panted, pulling on his arms. “Get up here. Get inside me.”
“What?” he murmured, pressing a smile against her inner thigh. “I can’t hear you.”
Her head dropped back against the floor with a breathless laugh. “Please, alright? There, you got what you wanted.”
He trailed his tongue between her legs and she moaned aloud, unable to hold on for a second longer. “Tell you what, I’m going to ask you three questions—”
“You bastard!”
Her fingers yanked on his hair, and he straigh
tened up with a laugh—cupping his hands protectively behind her head as he pushed into her once again. This time, they were both so close to the edge that the sensation threatened to instantly overwhelm him. The laughter died away in a hurry, fading into the sound of frantic breathing as both of them swayed and ground their hips together—just trying to hold on.
Her nails raked down his shoulder blades as her ankles locked behind his back. But it wasn’t until she closed her eyes and breathed the words kiss me, that he was completely undone.