by Lee Taylor
Sliding the silky raiment over her shoulders, Logan let it slip to the floor. Seeing her bra and thong, his growl was as passionate as her soft moan. “Ah yes, Gia, the gorgeous lingerie. This is what I insist you always wear. Nothing but the finest silks, satins, and lace are worthy of your beautiful body. And so cleverly designed. Look at the way this artful construction allows your breasts to surge, but the sneaky bastard who made it wanted to torture me further. He allowed them to almost escape.” Running his hands over the satin-covered globes, he pinched her nipples. At her startled cry, he groaned. “Hell yes, honey. You want me to taste you, suck on your nipples? Make them as hard as berries? Trust me, sweetheart, I will do that and so much more.” At her agonized whimper, he moved lower, snapping the string on her revealing thong. “I’m glad you wore this, sweetheart. I wondered if the split crotch would turn you off, frighten you.”
She warily admitted, “It did. Frighten me.”
He laughed. “But you still put it on, didn’t you? Brave, sexy little wanton that you are. Did you understand at some level that your gorgeous scent could escape through that slit to further drive me out of my fucking mind?” Ignoring her flushed gasp, he slid his hands over her hips, his fingers seeking her bare mons. “And, of course, you are bare. I have to confess when I undressed you the other night, I almost wept seeing your bare pussy. It was blatant confirmation of your heady sexuality.”
Her low groan confirmed his assertion.
He chuckled. “Before I take this thong off of you, I want you to turn around.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to see that satin string riding between your curvy ass cheeks.” Snapping the string, he drawled, “Just know, Gia, after you take this off, my lips and tongue are gonna be everywhere that salaciously lucky satin string was.”
He blew out a tortured groan. “Jesus, baby, I can’t wait to feast on you.” Tugging her head further back, he bared her neck, then bit down . . . hard. At her tortured cry, he murmured, “Take off your bra, sweetheart, so that I can begin to attack your extraordinary breasts. And no worries, after you reveal those treasures to me, I’ll take care of the thong.”
Chapter 26
Logan shifted carefully, holding Gia next to him where she’d been for the entire night. He grinned to himself, granting precious little was left of the night when they’d finally succumbed to sleep. The moon was setting and the sun was on the horizon when they finally fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. He reveled in the memory of their erotic lovemaking. True to his promise to himself from the first time he saw her, he had taken the beautiful women in ways she never could have imagined. That she’d overcome her initial shyness at his egregious assault on her body was a gift he’d never forget. Remembering her beautiful naked body unveiled in the reflection of the mirror, it was a miracle that he’d scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the bed before he began attacking her.
He’d known that he wouldn’t be able to stop once he began. Long into the night, he feasted on her gorgeous body, refusing to allow a single erogenous site escape unexplored. At first she resisted, blushing with embarrassment at his undisguised intent to invade her most private places and claim them for his own. Of course, he’d gone crazy over her remarkable breasts. How could he not? Particularly when he made it clear that nothing short of her rioting orgasm would convince him to abandon the luscious globes, at least for the moment. He marveled at her astonishingly sensitive nipples that flushed and hardened at his skillful manipulation. With his fingers, mouth, and finally his teeth, he brought her to a body-shaking orgasm. Logan hoped that his murmured, “That’s one, princess.” confirmed his insistence that his being in charge of her orgasms tonight was not a pipe dream but a promise he fully intended to keep.
As she had initially with her breasts, Gia resisted when he began to move between her legs. She’d pressed her legs together, insisting that no one had ever done that to her before. He’d laughed. “I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart. I have to admit an unexplored region for a forager like me is a heady lure.” When she shoved at his hands and tried to twist away, he’d smacked her thigh. “Remember what I told you, sweetheart. I’m in charge of your beautiful body tonight. And if you think for a moment that doesn’t mean exploring your luscious pussy, you are sadly mistaken.” He’d stretched her hands above her head and wrapped her fingers around the headboard slats. “This is where I want your hands to stay. Do you understand, baby? If not, my restraints are a drawer away.”
At his command, she grasped the headboard and tentatively spread her legs. He chuckled at her hesitation, then insisted that she spread them wider or how could he examine her the way that he intended? When she hesitantly resisted, his dominant streak flared. Pressing her knees against her shoulders, he separated them wide enough to ensure he would have room to begin his erotic exploration. At her worried cry, he smacked one curvy cheek and then the other. “Remember, sweetheart, your body is mine tonight, to do with what I please. Your job is to revel in the sensations spreading through your beautiful pussy and give in to them.” When she moaned and tried to pull back, he opened her legs wider and bent over to begin his erotic work. At first she resisted his fingers and then his mouth, but by the time he was finished probing, licking, and tasting her stunningly receptive pussy, he’d claimed a record three orgasms. The third exploded when he’d probed her G-spot at the same time that he circled her clit with his tongue, then gently bit down. When her shrieking cries and body-shaking tremors threatened to undo her, he held her tightly in his arms, murmuring heartfelt words of praise.
By the time his cock was threatening to explode if he didn’t enter her, her excitement rivaled his. It was as though he’d opened the gate to an erotic playground replete with remarkably daring exploits. After she’d tentatively resisted his initial overtures, she responded to his rapacious overtures joyfully and completely. The true test came when he could no longer hold back, knowing he had to enter her and soon. Acknowledging her near-virgin state, he promised himself he would be gentle. Unfortunately, his disgraceful prick didn’t get the message or, more likely, arrogantly ignored it. Rising up over her, he pressed against her entrance and groaned, alarmed at how tight she was. He whispered that he would go slow and promised to do his best to not hurt her.
To his amazement and everlasting joy, she cried out, “No, no, Logan. Please, please don’t stop. Oh God, I need you so much. I need to come with you like this!”
Not able to hold back his fearsome arousal, he rose up over her and took her at her word. With a demanding series of thrusts, he drove high into her glove-tight vagina, giving in to a climax the likes of which he’d never experienced. His triumphant shout, echoed by her shrieking cry, filled the air as they gave in to their overwhelming passion and each other.
Now, as he lay beside her determined not to wake her, Logan was overcome with humility. Considering what he had done to her and how voraciously she’d responded, her trust was mind-blowing and challenging. Good God, he’d invaded her body in virtually every way possible, assuredly eons beyond her experience to date. He admitted that in the cold light of day she would have to have mixed emotions about what they had done last night. Given the emotional hell she’d been through and how much more was sure to come, he knew how vulnerable she was and how easily she could be hurt. He was determined to protect her in every way that he could. To do his best to convince her that she was worthy of their remarkable lovemaking and, moreover, to ensure that she knew he was as moved by their intimately explosive experiences as she surely was. Glancing at his watch, he wrapped the puffy comforter around her, then with a frustrated sigh, slipped out of the room to participate in a long-scheduled conference call.
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Turning over in bed, Gia stretched and began to rouse. Little by little, scenes from the night before flashed in her mind. Stunned at the X-rated images, she fought to waken. Within minutes, the panoply of unbelievable experiences was all too real to be ignored. Flinching at
the soreness she felt in remarkable places on her body brought her to full attention. That was when she realized she was alone. Reaching for the man she’d given herself to in ways she could hardly believe, she accepted that Logan was truly gone. She tried to squash her rising panic, but it wasn’t possible. Staring at the empty side of the bed where she was sure he had been, she fought for an explanation. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was nearly noon. Snagging a deep breath, she tried to take comfort in the late hour. Surely that was why he’d left. Seconds later, that explanation didn’t work. Shoving at her escalating fears, she thought she heard his voice as if he were talking on the telephone.
Refusing to speculate further, she jumped out of bed, knowing she had to see if he was actually making calls. Her heart pounded at the thought. God, could he have done all the things to her that he did and then carry on, business as usual? Now fully awake and unable to shut down the Technicolored images rioting in her mind, she was horrified. Dear God, had she truly allowed herself to believe that the consummate ladies’ man that she knew Logan was had been as affected by her as she was by him? Castigating herself for her foolishness and shoving at the pain threatening to swamp her, she knew she had to confront him. That or never be able to look in the mirror again without feeling like the fool she now knew she was.
Without thinking how she must look, she wrapped a bedsheet around her naked body and went to the door. Stumbling into the room, she saw him, his back to her, talking on his cell phone.
When he turned and saw her, he frowned and spoke into the phone. “I need to go, Jamal. Later.” Striding toward her, he stopped when she held up her hand.
Not able to hide her anguish, she said tremulously, “I . . . I woke up . . . and you were gone.”
A frown marred his expression as he reached for her. Pulling her into his embrace, he said, “C’mere, princess.” He held her tight against him. “In case you don’t know, it is nearly noon. Jesus Christ, sweetheart, do you have any idea how much you needed that sleep?”
She clutched his shirt and then buried her head against his chest. “But you . . . you were gone. I woke up and you weren’t there.”
He tipped up her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Ah, Gia, baby. I’m sorry I frightened you. It killed me to unwind myself from your beautiful body and leave you in our bed alone. If you weren’t dead to the world, I never would have left you. You know that, don’t you? Please, tell me that you do.”
Meeting his troubled gaze, Gia sucked in a deep breath, then tried to answer. Forcing herself to sound somewhat coherent, she was surprised when she said, “I . . . I’m scared, Logan . . . and . . . I’m hungry.”
He jerked back in surprise, then grinned at her. “Luckily, I’m the guy who can handle both of those concerns, sweetheart. And yeah, baby, you do need to eat. You also need to take a shower. But before you do either of those, I need to hold you.” Grasping her chin so that she couldn’t look away, he was fierce. “Damn, Gia, do you have any idea how hard it was for me to leave you? But I had to take an important call. Tell me you understand.”
Even though she was shaky, Gia forced herself to nod. “I . . . I do. I just got scared.”
“Gia, listen to me. I’m not surprised you are shaken and, fuck it, scared. Hell, baby, so am I. We had an extraordinary night, a night the likes of which I’ve never come close to in my fucking life. And just so you know, you are the most beautiful and surely the sexiest woman by several universes than I dreamed was possible. But now, as shaky as you seem, you need to eat. And even though I washed your beautiful body sometime in the middle of the night, I have to believe a shower would feel good.”
Still clinging to his shirt, Gia agreed. “Um, yes, you’re right. A shower does sound good.” She looked up at him, then forced herself to smile. “Then . . . then can we eat?”
He laughed, then picked her up and held her close to him. “Yes, sweetheart, you definitely will eat after I put you in the shower.”
Burying her head against his chest, she clung to him. “I can walk, Logan.”
He laughed softly. “Don’t be too sure of that, sweetheart. I can barely walk and I’ve been awake for hours.” Holding her tight against him, he reached into the shower and positioned the multiple heads, then stood her on the floor. Unwrapping the sheet, he gazed appreciatively at her naked body. “Jesus God, it wasn’t a dream. You truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Opening the shower door, he lifted her inside and grinned. “You better get in there and close the door, Gia, or I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
Gia leaned against the wall, not surprised her legs felt like rubber bands. She was profoundly relieved that Logan had been as effusive as he was, insisting that he never would have left her if it hadn’t been so late. Fighting tears, she acknowledged how overwhelmed she felt. She gave herself room. Considering the night they’d spent, it was a wonder she could stand. Giving in to the hot water hitting her from all angles, she gave her aching body over to its healing heat. Several moments later, Logan rapped on the door. “Take your time, sweetheart. Just wanted to let you know that I left some clothes for you on the counter.”
Chapter 27
Gia gave a confirming sniff as she looked at herself in the mirror. “I gotta say the guy does have remarkable taste.” She added to herself that it helped if you apparently have more money than God. Even so, Gia had bought enough hiking and workout gear to know that in addition to them being expensive, Logan had chosen clothes that she would have died to be able to buy. Once again, it wasn’t only the labels that impressed her. It was obvious that he’d studied her and liked the way she looked. She gave a grateful sigh. From the stylish high-rise leggings and cropped top to the vinyl jacket that she’d lusted over forever, Logan had selected items that, if given an inexhaustible budget, she would gleefully have chosen. But even she would have hesitated at the several hundred-dollar pair of Ecco BIOM A trail shoes that Gia knew claimed to be made from the leather of Himalayan yaks.
Blowing out a hard sigh, Gia stopped thinking about how she simply could not accept these outrageously expensive clothes and prepared to face the most compelling man she’d ever known. Not only was he drop-dead gorgeous but he was sexy as hell. And, she reminded herself before she lost her courage, he was also her lover.
Logan must have heard her come in. He turned from the stove, where he was making something that had her stomach growling in earnest. Any misgivings she might have had about accepting the beautiful clothes he’d laid out for her evaporated. His eyes sparkling with appreciation, he shook his head and said ruefully, “I appreciate a woman who knows the power of her body, but I’ve never had the opportunity to buy clothes for a true original.” Striding toward her, he reached for her, then held her at arm’s length. “Damn, Gia, you look amazing. I swear to God I’ve never seen a woman who can wear clothes the way that you do. You are a designer’s dream.”
“And you are an expensive boutique’s dream client.” She shook her head, not able to hide her dismay. “Honestly, Logan, I really can’t accept these amazing clothes.” She added with a giggle, “But to tell the truth, I don’t think they can be returned after they’ve been worn.”
Logan laughed as he pulled her into his arms, then raised her chin and gazed into her eyes. “You are correct, sweetheart. The very happy clerk at Moschino was explicit. She indicated that they have a strict no-return policy unless, for some reason, the intended recipient didn’t like the outfit her besotted lover chose for her.”
“Right, like I would ever let you return this gorgeous outfit. You have no idea what a sucker I am for workout clothes.” Not able to hide her excitement, Gia stepped back and twirled in a circle, then held up her hands. “But I’ve never had an outfit that comes close to this. Can you believe these leggings and halter? I swear they were made for me. And my God, this jacket—it is gorgeous! I’ve never seen anything as stylish and so . . . original.”
“Like you, Gia. As I told you, princess, you ar
e a true original. And I gotta tell you, sweetheart, if the guy who designed this outfit saw you today, he’d be thrilled, knowing he found a woman worthy of his beautiful clothes.”
“But, Logan, these shoes! Ecco BIOMs? I’ve only seen them in runner’s magazines. I never knew that real people actually wore them. Dear God, I’d be terrified I might smudge them or something.”
Logan smiled at her excitement. “Yes, I agree. They are an engineering miracle as well as a work of art. And smudge away. I can always buy you another pair.”
“No, Logan, you can’t. I’ll be able to get back in my unprepossessing house tomorrow. At least, according to Ben, the media hounds have about given up, and I should be able—”
Logan put his finger on her lips, stopping her in mid-sentence. “For better or worse, as terrific a friend as he is, Ben isn’t the decision maker, Gia. But enough of that. Given the calories you . . . we expended last night, you must be starving.”
At that moment, as if on cue, her stomach growled. When they both laughed, Gia admitted, “God, Logan I was starving when I woke up, but whatever you have been doing in the kitchen that smells as good as it does . . . I think I might faint if I don’t get to taste it soon.”
“I hope you’re as hungry as I am, Gia. Once I got started in the kitchen, I couldn’t seem to stop.” He took her hand and led her toward the kitchen. Lifting her onto one of the counter stools, he brushed his lips across the tender skin beneath her ear. At her shivering response, he groaned. “Yeah, sweetheart. I feel the same way. I think we better eat because I don’t know how I can be this close to you and not want to strip you naked and have at you. How about it, sweetheart, would you like me to lay you out on the counter and feast on you?”