by Jaci Burton
“Why do you fight so hard against this?”
“I’m not fighting. I’m choosing.”
“I think you’ve already chosen. You’re just delaying the inevitable.”
Now he did turn around, his pulse racing as he looked at her. Sophie possessed a beguiling innocence that tore his resolve to shreds. He’d never had to fight desire as hard as he was right now. “I get to choose who I fuck.”
“I’m aware of that. As do I. But I’m drawn to you, Logan, in ways that I can’t change. And you can’t either.”
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“I do. And I know you feel our connection.”
“It’s sexual chemistry, and nothing more.”
She nodded and offered a half smile. “True enough. Biology plays a large part in any relationship. But what we share is much more than physical. Tell me, Logan, do you feel me, even when I’m not around?”
“No,” he lied.
“Yes, you do. I know you do.” She stepped an inch closer. He resisted the urge to back away. “Logan, please be honest with me, just once.”
He should lie to her, but what was the point? In the end, the choice was his to make. And he wasn’t going to do what his body screamed at him to do. “I’ve felt you from the first moment I saw you in the alley.”
“And I’ve felt you. You’re in my thoughts, in my dreams at night, and I can’t get you out of my mind.”
That revelation didn’t help one bit. It only made his cock fully hard and strain against his jeans. A visual that wasn’t lost on her as her gaze traveled down to his crotch, then back up again to meet his eyes. Heat dwelled within them, blatant desire that only made the situation worse.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
What? His dick? Hell yeah, it was uncomfortable. But he knew that wasn’t what she meant. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because everything about you makes me uncomfortable, from the way you so easily crawl into my mind to the way I want you whenever you’re around.”
He winced as soon as the words slipped from his lips. Shit. He hadn’t meant to reveal so much. Normally he was good at hiding how he really felt. What was it about this woman that begged for him to tell her exactly how he felt?
She slid her teacup onto the edge of the counter and stepped closer. No woman would make him run. He could handle his attraction to Sophie without compromising his principles or letting down his guard.
“Tell me how I make your body feel,” she said, so close he could reach out and touch the strands of curling hair resting on her breasts. But he didn’t touch. Wouldn’t allow himself to touch. He curled his fingers into his palms.
This wasn’t going to happen tonight!
Sophie watched the war raging in Logan’s eyes, and desperately wanted to comfort him, to offer him whatever it took to assuage the torment within him. But she also needed to push him into realizing that what they had went beyond a normal physical attraction.
Again she asked, “Tell me, Logan. How do I make you feel?”
She knew what it was costing him to restrain his urges, both magical and physical. And yet she couldn’t stop.
“I don’t think you really want to know the answer,” he said, his voice deepening, his breath ragged.
“Yes, I do want to know.”
He paused for a few seconds, arousal flaming in his eyes, darkening them like the storm had blackened the sky outside. “Hot, bothered, damned uncomfortable and aroused to the point of losing control.”
She sucked in a breath at his admission, her body flaming to life with desire more fierce than she had ever felt before. Her nipples beaded under the thin sweater. Logan watched it happen, then licked his bottom lip.
Sophie forgot how to breathe, and forced her next words through the desert in her throat. “I’d like to see you out of control, Logan.”
He shook his head. “No, you wouldn’t.”
She stepped closer, the tips of her nipples brushing his chest. “Yes, I would.”
He kept his hands at his sides, but she felt the tightly coiled tension in his muscles. He was fighting it, and she didn’t want him to. “Give in to it, Logan.”
“You can’t handle me out of control, Sophie. I’m warning you. Don’t push this.”
Oh, but that’s exactly how she wanted him. Out of control, both magically and physically. “I can handle more than you think. Give it to me.”
His nostrils flared like an animal scenting a female desperate to mate. She was that female, anxious for his touch, for the joining of their bodies, for the magic they could share together. “Don’t make me beg.”
He clenched and unclenched his fists. His brows knit together in a frown, his eyes cloudy with desire. “If you want this, you’ll reap the consequences. I can’t hold back once I unleash it.”
Wrapping her arms around him, she tilted her head up and offered her mouth to him. “I don’t care. I want it all.”
With a low growl he reached for her hair, winding it in his fist and tugging hard, tilting her head even further back. Then he bent and took her mouth in a kiss that sent flames shooting through her core.
Her sex was on fire, her pussy drenched with instant arousal. She whimpered as his tongue entered her mouth and licked hers, his teeth raking over her tongue as he sucked it into his mouth.
His body was cool, despite the heat of passion surrounding them. When he pulled away, his breath blew out in a white cloud as the temperature dropped in the room.
But the chill was like icy fire, burning her skin, sending her nearly over the edge before her pussy was ever touched. She held back her own magical response and immersed herself within his, knowing she was experiencing something rare, something that Logan had never shared with another woman.
His fingers were like icicles as he threaded his hand under her sweater, cupping one breast. The heat of her body mixing with the chill of his fingers was more arousing than she ever thought possible. She gasped when he found a nipple and rolled it between his fingers, then plucked at it until she cried out and arched against him.
“You smell like cinnamon,” he murmured, licking her neck and nibbling the tender skin. “I want more of you to taste.”
He pushed away and reached for the hem of her sweater, tugging it upward and over her head, then casting it to the floor.
The cold air surrounding them froze her, making her nipples tight and hard. He smiled and bent over, taking one bud into his mouth and licking it until she thought she might faint. Then he did the same to the other, not once stopping his hands from their roaming journey over her body.
“Logan, please,” she murmured, not even aware of what she was begging for. She just wanted…more.
“Yes, cher.” He kneeled and reached for the button of her jeans, flipping it open with one move, then pulled the zipper down, kissing her belly as he pulled the denim aside.
His lips were a fire on her belly as he touched her skin. Her womb leapt in anticipation, her pussy trembling with the desire to have him lick her there.
In short order he had tugged the jeans over her hips and down her legs, his hands following the trail of her clothes until he’d tossed them away from her.
Clad only in skimpy white panties, she felt way more underdressed than he. And last time she hadn’t been able to see his body. Dammit, this time she would.
“My turn,” she said, but before she could reach for him he pushed her backwards, controlling their direction until he had her in the living room. He scooted the coffee table out of the way, his height seemingly overpowering the room, making it seem much smaller. More intimate.
He laid her on the floor and reached for the quilt on the couch, spreading it out and rolling her onto it. Then he just kneeled over her and stared.
“We’re doing this my way,” he growled, reaching for the button of his jeans. “You need to understand this is just sex, and nothing more.”
If possible, the cold wall of protection he�
��d built around himself was nearly visible. But he put it up in vain. It was already too late for him. He just hadn’t realized it yet.
She nodded, resisting the urge to purr with utter contentment. “However you want it.”
Chapter Nine
Sophie watched intently as the button flipped open on Logan’s jeans, followed by the slow slide of the zipper.
There was nothing sexier than seeing the shadow of dark, downy fur hidden beneath that zipper. But instead of pulling his jeans down, he reached for his shirt and drew it over his head.
She sighed. Pure, feminine satisfaction. What a magnificent body he had. Dark, curling hair spread across his well-muscled chest. His shoulders were broad, his arms defined and strong, his waist tapered and covered with the same dark curls that disappeared into his jeans. Her mouth watered, then went dry as he began to push the jeans off his hips.
The room heated with a warmth borne of heavy arousal. It hung thick in the air as she watched him unveil his nearly perfect body.
His cock sprang forward, hard and pulsing, the veins outlined against the tautly stretched skin of his shaft. The head was purple and engorged, and she wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick away the drops of fluid beading at the tip.
But Logan apparently had other ideas. He crouched down and kneeled between her legs, lifting her foot and massaging the arch. When he drew it upward and slowly took her big toe in his mouth, she arched off the floor, the sensation shooting to her sex as if his tongue had just touched her clit.
He sucked it, licked it, even nibbled a bit, then did the same with her other toes. When he was finished with one foot, he moved to the other.
Sophie dug her fingers into the soft carpet and held on tight, for the first time in her life feeling sensations in her cunt that had nothing to do with being touched there. She’d never realized her feet were erogenous zones.
Or the backs of her knees, which she quickly discovered when he raised her leg and kissed the spot behind her knee. She shivered and moaned, which only encouraged him to linger there until she couldn’t bear it.
“Logan, please.”
“Not yet. I’ve wanted to uncover your beautiful body. I have an urge to lick you. Everywhere.”
He followed his urge, his tongue laving her skin, moving upwards to her thighs until she was whimpering with the need to feel that hot, wet stroke upon her sex. But he moved over her hips and toyed with her belly button for awhile.
This was torture. Endless, unnerving torment. The more she moaned and begged, the slower his strokes became.
Hell, he hadn’t even removed her panties yet, which were now soaked with her arousal.
And if he brushed his hard cock against her leg one more time, she was going to find the strength within her to flip him over on his back and fuck him until neither of them could move.
“Logan, please, just fuck me.”
He laughed as he licked her neck, then pulled back and looked at her. “I’m crushed. You’re just using me.”
Oh dear God. The man actually had a sense of humor. Only right now she didn’t find him the least bit amusing. “Not funny. Fuck me, dammit, I’m dying here.”
“Well, we can’t have you dying, can we? Not until I’ve had my way with you.” He leaned over and captured the hard peak of one nipple in between his teeth, then licked it, over and over again until she was ready to scream.
Maybe he’d stop if she did scream.
For someone who kept a chilly countenance, his body was burning as it rested against hers. She couldn’t help lifting her hips and rubbing her throbbing pussy against his strong thigh.
“Uh-uh, cher. Not yet.” He pushed her hips back to the floor and held her while he laved her other nipple.
This was some kind of game to Logan. Wasn’t he the least bit turned on? By his hard cock, she assumed he was aroused, but she swore he’d licked every inch of her skin by now, and she was more than ready for release.
Wasn’t he?
The man was simply inhuman.
She shuddered against him, raking her nails over his back when he settled his long shaft between her legs. Kneeling, he teased her panty-clad sex by rubbing the tip of his cock against her. His forearms bunched, the muscles bulging, tightening with the effort of holding himself above her.
“Dammit Logan!” She sensed he liked to be in control, to have the upper hand, even in sex. He’d soon learn that once she wanted something, it wasn’t wise to mess with her. She’d had quite enough of this teasing.
She slipped her hand into her panties and caressed her throbbing clit. Logan sat back on his heels and watched the movements of her hand.
He wasn’t going to stop her. Instead, he was content to watch. His gaze took her heat level up several notches, reminding her of the way he’d watched her that night in the alley.
The same way she’d looked at him. The same way she’d gotten off while he fucked that redhead.
Only this time he was much closer, and had his cock in his hand, stroking it as she brought herself closer to orgasm.
“Let me see it,” he said, motioning to her panties.
“You want them off, you take them off.”
His eyes flamed dark and smoky. Reaching for the thin straps at her hips, he tugged hard, leaving nothing left of her panties but a discarded scrap of silk and lace.
The air cooled her hot sex, but his gaze inflamed her.
“Rub your clit for me, baby. Let me see up close how you do it.”
She did, anxious to feel the sparks that touching herself would provide. She petted the hardened nub gently, circling one finger around the hood, then pulling it back so she could stroke directly over the pleasure bud. Cream gushed forth as she brought herself ever nearer to the edge of reason.
When Logan slipped two fingers inside her cunt and began thrusting in and out, she knew she was going to lose it quickly.
Unable to hold back, she cried out as the orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched and gushed around his ever-moving fingers. She rode out the exquisite sensation until she was out of breath and shaking.
But still she managed to find the one word that would tell him what she needed.
“More.”
Logan sucked in a quick breath, unraveling at Sophie’s passion. If he wasn’t careful, he could easily be swept away by her fiery nature. That he couldn’t allow.
He had a tight leash on his control, but she made him want to break free and let everything out.
His cock thrummed with the need for release, his balls rising tight and hard against his body, filling with the come that he wanted to shoot within her tight sheath.
And he would, but he wanted to delay it as long as possible, knowing that every time he touched her he lost a little more of the hardened exterior he’d spent years perfecting.
The free and easy way she shared herself with him, so totally and without reservation, blew him away. No woman had ever given so much without asking for anything in return.
Logan was afraid he was weakening. He was afraid that he wasn’t going to be able to rein in his magic once he merged with her. The last time it had taken sheer force of will, and even at that he’d had to let some of it loose.
She made him want more from a woman than he’d ever wanted before. Why couldn’t he just be satisfied with fucking her, getting off, and leaving? What was it about her that drove him to want to give her everything?
Seemingly unaware of his internal torment, she smiled up at him, then sat up and took his shaft between her small hands. She rolled her palms over every inch of him, pulling his cock slowly toward her full, eager lips.
Sweat beaded on his brow and he swiped it away, willing a cold rush of air to swirl around them.
Her eyes widened, and then she smiled as her tongue snaked out and licked away the drops of pre-come that had gathered on the head of his cock.
“Christ, Sophie,” he murmured, at once wanting to pull away from her, and at the same time wanting to drive his shaft dee
p into the moist recesses of her waiting mouth.
Desire won out over common sense when she took him inch by inch between her lips, licking at the skin of his shaft until she couldn’t take any more in. Then she held her breath and swallowed him, the gulping action squeezing his cock until he felt the tremors in his balls.
He pulled back, forcing himself to breathe, needing some clarity to think his way through this. The magic boiled to the surface, pushing at him, demanding release.
A release he refused to grant. The only release he’d allow would be the elimination of the pent-up desire he’d felt for Sophie all day and all night. That much, he’d allow.
He cupped the back of her head and fed her his cock. “Suck me, cher. Take it all in and make me come.”
Eagerly, she complied, until he couldn’t hold back the rush of fluid. It catapulted from his cock with a rush, pouring into her eagerly sucking mouth. She took every drop, swallowing, massaging his balls until he had nothing left to give her.
And still, even after he’d withdrawn, he was hard for her.
He hadn’t yet gotten what he wanted. To drive hard inside her wet pussy and make her scream.
That was the part he’d held back, this naked, body-to-body coupling that was more about emotion and a sharing of souls than it was about sinking his shaft into a willing cunt and getting off.
She knew it, and she wanted it.
Impossible. He couldn’t give her that without sacrificing his control. What she wanted and what she was going to get were two different things.
He poised between her legs, inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal, gazing at the come pouring from her slit.
And he paused, gathering his resolve to hold back.
“Give me everything, Logan,” she whispered, as if she knew his every thought.
“Once it starts, I won’t be able to stop it,” he warned, wanting her to know that what she asked from him might not be what she could handle. “You have to decide, right now, if you can take it all.”
“Everything you give me, and then some,” she answered, no uncertainty in her voice.
“I’m a cold-hearted bastard, Sophie. I’m incapable of loving you, so if that’s what you’re after, you’re going to be disappointed. All I can offer you is sex.”