“Lay down.”
Something in his eyes made her hold back the protest that was springing from her lips. She mustered up the courage and sat down on the edge of the bed where he’d already wrinkled the sheets.
“Scoot back.”
She glanced up to protest. He was towering over her and his eyes meant business. They were full of desire, too. For her. Her breathing tripped as she took in his bronze lean torso covered by golden brown chest hair. When did Logan find time to be in the sun?
“You know I hike, Gabbie.”
Had she asked that out-loud? “I, um…err.”
“Scoot back,” he demanded again, his tone much more forceful than before.
She did as she was told this time, scooting all of the way back onto the bed, leaning against the pillows. She unconsciously covered her boobs again.
“Would you stop? You’re utterly sexy.”
He was on top of her in an instant, his weight pinning her into the pillows. His mouth and face, a little rough from his five o’clock shadow, nuzzled her neck and collarbone. His presence urged her to spread her legs open, allowing him to snuggle into her. Once again, he cupped her breasts that were feeling heavier by the minute. He maneuvered himself down the bed, kissing her navel, her pelvis and then he deftly removed her panties. He angled his head down one leg where his mouth began blowing hot air on the insides of her thighs. The pressure he created between his mouth and his breath had her clenching her abdominal muscles in ecstasy. His mouth found her sweet spot and she was once again drugged by his sugarcoated sex spell.
How could she have been blind to this feeling for almost all of her adult life? His tongue continued to assault her body and she no longer cared about the embarrassment of being fully exposed to him. Her legs fell apart farther and she was soon filled with one finger and then two. The combination of his tongue and his fingers had her falling over the edge faster than the first go-round.
In bliss, her ears registered his name coming from her lips. She managed to squint open her eyes. “That was incredible.”
“Indeed.”
His devilish grin and the glint in his eye, made her laugh, “I can't believe I’ve been missing this.”
He kissed the inside of her leg, licked her thin line of hair above the apex of her thighs and slowly made his way back into her arms. His lips glistened like diamonds and she was drawn to his mouth where she kissed her juices from his lips. Dang, this felt too good. His lean body pressed against hers, his erection against her womanhood, the light in his eyes, had her wishing they would have more time together. More time like this. Without interruptions, without New York…without Lucy.
“Logan, what about Lucy?” It just spilled from her mouth. How could she have forgotten such a thing? And why had she remembered at a time like this? She was a moron to even think he would want more than Japan with her. He had a life in Colorado…someone he was seeing.
“Hey, hey. I can already see the wheels turning. Settle down.” His tone was placating. “I'm not seeing her anymore. I stopped.”
He didn't elaborate and she didn't want to ask. This moment was too good.
“What about you and Brody?”
She laughed but this time she no longer felt the need to stick up for him and there was no point correcting Logan. Instead, she answered honestly. “He never returned any of my calls. I’m done.”
“So, where does this leave us?”
She wanted to tell him that it left them at the beginning. But with him moving to Manhattan, she swallowed down those words and told him the truth. One she was already not wanting to see the end of. “It leaves us with Japan.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
The cherry blossom trees were much more than she had expected. There were endless cascades of pink and white petals that filled hundreds of trees. It took her breath away. Gazing at the blossoms gave her the surreal feeling of watching falling snow, much like at home.
After last night, it was impossible to ignore the sexual tension between her and Logan, still emanating from the surface like a volcano ready to burst. Every touch, every glance, she felt the waves of desire pouring out of him. Walking along the rows of trees, it never occurred to her last night that she had been the only one pleasured. But now, seeing his beautiful face in the day light and the heavy gazes he threw her way, she couldn’t seem to ignore it.
“Come on.” He tugged her arm to a nearby tree and sat down in the grass, pulling her with him.
“Aren't you supposed to…well, be satisfied too? Like how I was last night?” She couldn't possibly look him in the eye while awaiting his answer. Her gaze traveled up along the trees, losing herself in the layers of blossoms as she pretended he wasn’t looking at her.
“Last night was all about you, Gabriella. It's always going to be all about you,” he teased. “We have all night tonight and I fully intend to introduce you to the concept of how to please your partner and at the same time please yourself.”
Even wearing her windbreaker, she shivered at his words. She had no doubt whatsoever he would, and could, come through on that promise.
She finally met his gaze. Her breathing hitched as his hands trailed heat marks along her wrists and his eyes set her soul aflame. She ignored the burgeoning question in her heart of how she was going to possibly give this up when it was only just beginning.
Logan had yet to submit his offer to buy into REEVES to his father. He couldn’t even guess what his father was going to think. However, this was the only way he would feel comfortable taking over the firm. It was the plausible thing to do in order for him to eliminate this trust-fund-baby feeling of his. He obviously didn't have the worth of REEVES to pay his father outright, but with the plan he’d concocted the past few nights he’d slept, he was pretty sure it would be a feasible solution for him to purchase the company.
He just wanted to get this dinner over with tonight. He had plans and none of them entailed visiting with Hiroshi all night. He had his semi-virginal lover to attend to. He was confident tonight would be the night she would experience a whole new way of life and he was fucking thrilled she’d chosen him to share it with.
“Okay, turn right here.”
He watched Gabbie marvel at the brown slats covering the lower portion of the famous orange building in the Gion District. He knew at any moment she would guess what the surprise was. It wasn't a guarantee they would even see a Geisha, let alone more than one, but they couldn't travel all the way to Kyoto and not try. Rumor was they would come out of the small row houses at dusk—In time to head to their hired positions for the evenings, where they would be the entertainers for an exclusive, wealthy group of men. They would be dressed in full gear—their kimonos, their faces all done up with the pasty white make-up as well as the special way they fixed their hair.
“This is Ichiriki Ochaya, isn't it?” She asked in awe, trailing her hand along the wooden slats.
He nodded.
She stopped walking and threw her arms around his neck, energy emanated from her body. “The Geisha’s, right? Logan this is the best surprise ever!”
He lifted her off her feet and hugged her tightly. “Only the best for you.”
She let out a squeal. “When do they come out? Come on, let's hurry!”
Dinner with Hiroshi and his family had been good, but fuck if Logan wasn’t glad to be back inside their hotel room. All he’d thought about for the entire day was Gabbie—Gabbie underneath him, Gabbie above him…Gabbie with her legs spread out like she was the night before. He barely gave her the chance to set her purse on the small circular table before he pounced on her. She kissed him just as fervently, as if she too hadn’t been able to think of anything else. Before he knew it, she was pulling his shirt from out of his jeans and unbuttoning the small buttons. Her cold hands pressed into his chest, roaming freely between his chest and abdomen.
She was ready.
She had a wildcat urge in her that couldn’t be tamed. She was not as timid as she’d been the night
before. Instead, she’d kissed him back with reckless urgency he was certain he could quell. He allowed her free reign to explore his torso while he watched in fascination. She timidly kissed his collarbone, making her way to the crest where his chest hair began. He smiled, almost wanting to laugh, as she pet his chest hair. She threaded her fingers through the fine hairs and finally placed her mouth upon his chest. She pulled away with a naughty grin on her face. “I’m exploring.”
“Explore away.” He couldn’t resist teasing her. “Explore more towards my southern half.”
Crimson flooded her cheeks, highlighting her cinnamon freckles as she met his gaze.
“You know I can’t resist teasing you, Gabriella.”
Feigning a pout, she told him. “I know, but I need your help. I’m not very good at this.”
“You’re doing great. See.” He pointed to his cock.
She blushed again at his forwardness. It was taking every ounce of will he possessed to allow her to take her time and acquaint herself with his body. He didn’t want to rush her. Well, he did want to rush her, but more than that, he wanted their first time to be great for her. And isn’t this what women wanted? Touchy feely kissing crap before you did the deed.
She rubbed her hand over his erection with hardly any pressure, just a sweep over. Okay, she was going to need help there. His long fingers grabbed her wrist just as it was meandering back up his torso and he guided her to his cock. Covering her fingers with his much larger hand, he applied pressure against the hard length.
Her intake of breath made him harder.
“Tell me what you want to do. I will show you,” he said.
He released her hand as she continued rubbing her hand against him. He closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over his entire body. Who knew this small touch could feel so significant? Her fingers shook as she fumbled with his belt buckle, wrestling with the clasps.
“Here.” He swiftly unhooked the buckle, pulling the entire belt from his waistband and threw it on the floor.
“I’m so nervous.” Her voice shook as she once again tried unbuttoning his jeans.
He told himself it was as much for her sanity as his, as he finally took control of the situation. He tugged her forward. “Let’s move this to the bed.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gabbie’s stomach felt like five point one million butterflies decided to take flight at the same time, leaving her feeling like she was free-falling down a mountain. She followed Logan to the bed, admiring his sun-kissed backside and his nice rear view. He undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He turned and sat on the edge. “Come here.”
She followed his command, ready to sit next to him.
“Uh-uh. In my lap. Straddle me.”
His eyes were dark, and she decided not to argue with him—at least she still had her clothes on. He opened his arms as she rested her knees on either side of his hips. The fabric of his boxer-briefs left no doubt in her mind how turned on he was as she lowered her bottom into his lap.
“Mmm, just like that,” he whispered into her ear.
She began grinding against him because that seemed like the way her body wanted to go as her arousal was practically unbearable. “It’s so easy to ride the wave once you’ve experienced it. Before, I never even tried touching myself.” She admitted in between breaths.
“Really? God, Gabriella. I wished I’d known. I would have loved to teach you, play with you, experiment with you.”
He helped her out of her top and returned the favor of unbuttoning her jeans and helping her shimmy out of them. He caressed her breasts over the sheer red lingerie.
“This is sexy. You are so fucking beautiful.” He moaned as he pressed his lips into the fabric. She loved the way he noticed her.
He deftly unhooked the clasps and threw it to the edge of the bed.
“I want you to ride me.”
What? He wanted her to ride him? Maybe she should suggest turning the lights off…she would feel much more comfortable knowing he couldn’t possibly see her d-cups bouncing around all over. It was crazy enough that he was so lean compared to her curves.
He was already shaking his head. “The light stays on, Gabriella.”
Damn, he knows me too well. He leaned back onto the bed and guided her onto her knees in order to help her out of her matching panties.
“On second thought.” Before she could get the panties off, he bent forward and placed his face into the front of her panties, breathing her in. “God, you smell good.”
“Logan—”
“Shh, enjoy this, okay? Quit worrying so much. Help me take them off.”
Together, they got rid of her panties and now she sat atop him bare while he rubbed his thumbs along her nipples, down her sides to her curvy hipbones. She rocked herself against his erection—her body aching for more.
“Take my shorts off.”
Geesh, he was bossy when he was in the bedroom. She pulled away from him, lowering her feet to the ground, she bent over and pulled his boxers off. She swallowed at the sight of him, spread out like a centerfold before her, not ashamed of his body one bit. Damn if he didn’t have that smug grin on his face. He knew he was killing her. Slowly with his body, especially with his gaze and most definitely with his touch.
How could she resist?
She lowered herself back on top of him. The center of her spread open just atop his erection. Her slickness made it easy for her to glide against him. He let his head fall back, savoring the contact.
“I promised, remember? I have to get a condom.”
His hands grabbed her hips a bit roughly and tossed her to his side onto the bed and as long as it took Gabbie to gather that thought he was back, ripping open the condom and withdrawing the small rubber from inside the packet.
“Put it on me.”
“I sort of like how bossy you get inside the bedroom. That could be a new ad for my store. Never thought about what a turn-on it is.”
He grabbed her wrist and placed the rolled condom into her fingers. She hesitantly placed it on the head of his cock. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she complained.
“You’re doing a mighty fine job.”
Her eyes met his heavy-lidded gaze as his hand guided hers over his erection, covering it with the rubber. She had somehow managed to grasp his entire penis in the process and almost withdrew her hands when Logan let out a sound between a grunt and a sigh.
“Does that feel good? Or bad? Am I doing it wrong?” she asked him.
“No! It feels good, much more than you know. But you have to stop.”
He pulled her hands away and pushed her onto the bed. Towering over her, he nudged her legs open with his knee. He sought entrance and the next thing she knew, he was finally inside her. He was slow at first, giving her time to adjust to the semi-new feeling—which is what made him so perfect. It was like he could read her mind about everything. He stretched her wide giving her new meaning to the term tight fit.
She absorbed the slight sting and began to relish the feel of him inside her. It was a wonderfully new but old feeling, and it felt better than anything she’d ever experienced. He wasn’t moving as if he, too, was getting used to the new sensation. His skin was sticky against hers and he slowly started to pump.
Once he started, it was she who began urging him on to pump harder and go faster. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to seek some type of release. She wrapped her legs around his torso in the hopes that she could pull him into her deeper…make him pump harder. Make him go faster—all she wanted was for him to be a part of her.
The slow tingle against her clit finally found release and she felt herself clenching and spasming around his cock, screaming his name in ecstasy. Seconds later, he slowed to a stop, buried his face into her neck and she experienced a fresh wave of emotions as he came inside her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I fucking knew it. I told you so, didn’t I, Gabriella? He wanted in your
pants, so he wined and dined you. With more class than most—I’ll give him that—but seriously, unbelievable. I knew it. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!”
Gabriella stared at Brandi, debating on what more, if anything, she felt like telling her. Apparently filling her friend in on her and Logan’s love affair hadn’t been the greatest idea she’d ever had. What was she supposed to do? She needed someone to talk to about him. She was like a kid in a candy store for goodness sakes. She wanted to oooh and ahhh over all the things Logan had done to her. She was so excited to finally be in the know on how amazing this sex stuff worked that she’d blurted it out to Brandi the moment they were alone.
Brandi hadn’t taken it as well as Gabbie had hoped.
“It wasn’t like that, Brandi. It was a slow brewing storm between us that happened to take landfall while we were in Japan.” She readjusted the pens inside her pencil holder, making sure all of the lids were pointed down. She dumped out her paperclips and began sorting them—the big one’s pile and the little one’s pile.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I just asked you about this whole thing before you left for Japan. Did I not? What the hell changed in such a short period of time?” Brandi’s fingers drummed the side of her hip as she stood on the other side of the counter, waiting for Gabbie to answer.
Gabbie smiled, thinking of their time together in Japan, as well as the small moments they’d shared before they’d left. When had things changed? Was it when she got drunk at his house suggesting they have sex with each other? Maybe that was the changing point for him. But for her…well, she had certainly felt something when he watched her parading the lingerie out for her client.
It had taken some adjusting and discussion on their part, but once he’d kissed her inside Shinagawa train station—the whole world passed them by while they stood in each other’s embrace—and life had been good ever since.
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