by Claire Adams
Still, I couldn’t help but imagine squeezing those huge breasts of hers and sucking on one. I groaned and all but ripped my clothes off. Once naked, I hurried into the shower, welcoming the cold spray, the shock pushing against the lust rippling through me.
Every conversation with the woman made me want her more. She was a good woman and a good mother who cared about her community. Her bastard ex-husband had ruined her, set up walls that she might not truly come down for years. I despised the man for what he’d done to her.
I took several deep breaths as the chilly water dripped down my face. At least I wasn’t hard anymore. I only hoped I could concentrate on my business meeting the next morning.
Chapter Seventeen
EMILY
When I woke up, my head didn’t hurt. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was for the same reason that I could actually remember everything that had happened the night before. Something different about sake and my body maybe. All I knew was I didn’t seem to have a full hangover.
Sighing, I threw off my covers. The door between our rooms was open with a note taped next to the door frame. I walked over to the door and leaned over to read the paper.
At a business meeting. I’ll be back around lunch. Take advantage of the hotel and order any room service you want.
My stomach gurgled at the last part. I hadn’t escaped a hangover entirely. Even if I didn’t have a headache from my adventures with the sake, I didn’t want to risk eating anything right away.
My hand rose, and I moved to close the door but changed my mind. I wasn’t even sure why. Something about the rooms being directly connected made me happy, made me feel connected to Logan.
I don’t know why he’d done it, and I hoped he felt the same.
I stared down at my rumpled dress, wishing I could have been sober enough to undress. I couldn’t blame Logan. It wasn’t like it was his responsibility to do anything other than make sure I made it back it back to my hotel room.
Heat burned my face, thinking over the previous night. I’d thrown myself at him again. He’d not taken me up on my offer. That was a good thing. I was totally drunk after all. We would have both regretted it, or at least I would have.
So why did I feel so disappointed? Would I have actually regretted it?
Maybe the only reason I regretted our first kiss was because I didn’t remember it.
I shook my head and let out another long sigh. I remembered the night before too much to pretend anymore. Or to lie to myself anymore. Logan wanted me as more than a friend. He’d made that clear, even if he was still enough of a gentleman to put me to bed without so much as a kiss.
When we’re finally together for the first time, I want you to remember it for the rest of your life.
The memory of the words made me shiver in anticipation. If I was really trying to avoid something happening, why did I travel halfway across the world with him? He might have been playful before, but it wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed the longing looks filled with lust.
I shed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. I’d have plenty of time to think about Logan after a nice, long bath.
* * *
I followed the bath with a massage in the in-hotel spa on the first floor. By the time that was over, my stomach had calmed down, and so, I downed a little room service before settling in for a nap in the soft white terrycloth hotel robe.
The sound of a nearby door clicking woke me, and I sat up in my bed, rubbing my eyes. I didn’t see Logan for a few seconds until he passed the open doorway, a briefcase in hand. He offered me a smile.
I smiled back. Between the bath, massage, and nap, I was more relaxed than I’d been in years. Nothing weighed me down. Lionel was thousands of miles away. I had a wonderful daughter, and I had the week off from work.
Logan dropped the briefcase on his bed and took off his suit jacket to hang it. He unbuttoned his collar and tossed his tie on the bed before rolling up his sleeves.
“I thought this was going to be a bit of a bear as far as the negotiations went,” Logan said. “But this is all but a done deal. I think I’ll be able to wrap it early, and I might be able to go sightseeing with you the last couple of days.” He shrugged. “I don’t have to go back today though. So, how about some lunch?”
Watching him, something about his open collar and rolled-up sleeves made my insides clench.
I stared at him, thinking about the night before. I kept asking myself why I was holding myself back. Sure, I had my excuses. Trust, Juniper, Mama. But they were just that. Excuses.
And it was time for no more excuses.
Logan furrowed his brow and stepped into my room. “Is something wrong, Emily?”
I shook my head. “I’m not drunk now, and I’ll remember everything.”
He blinked. I untied my robe and let it drop to the ground, my breathing slow and steady.
Logan’s gaze traveled up and down my body. Lust ate away the confusion on his face. He stalked over to me, his dark eyes now locked on mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our mouths crashed together. He parted the seam of my lips before his tongue darted inside. Our tongues twined and wrestled with each other.
Logan’s hands drifted down to my waist, and he pulled me flush against him, crushing my breasts against his chest, my already hardened nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. His tongue continued its eager invasion of my mouth. Warmth spread from my center. His hardness pressed against me through his pants.
He pulled out of my mouth, his sudden absence disappointing.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, his breathing heavy. He caressed my cheek with his hand. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,” I practically purred.
His hungry eyes stared at my body. Suddenly self-conscious, I covered my breasts with my arms.
Logan pulled them down. “No. I’ve wanted to see this. To see you.” He gently pushed me backward and walked forward, staring into my eyes.
I moved back until collapsing onto the bed. Logan stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at me, as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and then tossed it to the ground. His undershirt followed, then his pants and his underwear until he watched me, naked. His stiff cock demanded my attention.
“It’s been a while,” I murmured and then nibbled my lip. Excitement and nervousness swirled in me.
Logan knelt on the bed beside my legs. He trailed one hand up my legs. I was glad I’d shaved during my bath. I shivered at the touch.
Like I said, it’d been a while since I’d had sex, and an even longer time since anyone had raked me with their eyes like Logan. His hand stopped at a thigh, caressing the skin there softly.
“We’re going to get you good and ready,” Logan said, his voice dangerously low. “You deserve it, you beautiful woman.”
His hand moved forward, and he ran a finger through my folds. My toes curled, and a spike of pleasure rocked my center. Sure, I took care of myself when I needed, but there was nothing like the touch of someone else.
I bit my lip. “Is it true? Did you actually dream about it? About me?”
“I’ve wanted you since that kiss,” he said. “Thought about seeing these great breasts. Tasting them. Teasing them. I held back because I didn’t know what you wanted. I didn’t want to hurt you like that bastard had.”
“I want this,” I said. “I want you, Logan.”
Logan crawled up the bed and lowered his mouth to my breast, swirling his tongue around one of my hardened nipples. I let out a quiet moan as pleasure shot through my body.
He kept his other hand near my pussy, his thumb brushing my folds as his fingers circled and teased my clit. A delicious pressure continued to build in my center.
I arched my back, forcing more of my breast into his mouth. He lapped and sucked at my nipple as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His other hand continued its work below. My juices now coated his slick fingers.
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Logan pushed a finger into my tight channel. A loud moan ripped from my mouth. He slowly pulled out and then pushed into me again. After a few more times, he added a second finger, and then a third, stretching my tight pussy. His thumb bumped my clit with each thrust, sending more jolts of pleasure through me.
At the same time, Logan kept his attention on my breast, nipping my breast and flicking his tongue over my hardened peak. He switched breasts while he sped up his thrusts into me.
Pleasure seeped from my center to the rest of my body. My insides twitched, and my release threatened to explode any second. My loud moans filled the air.
An orgasm ripped through my body, and my moan turned to a scream. My insides tightened around Logan’s finger, trying to milk cum that wasn’t there. His mouth remained on my breast. The wave blasted through my body, emptying my head of anything but the pleasure Logan delivered me. I closed my eyes.
Several long moments passed until I realized Logan’s fingers had slipped from my body. The bed squeaked, and Logan’s mouth left my breast. A few seconds passed, and then I felt his warm hands on my legs. The faint sound of ripping caught my attention. My eyes snapped open.
Logan put my legs under his shoulders, his cock positioned just over my wet pussy. He grinned down at me as he rolled a condom over his manhood.
“I could watch you cum all day,” he said, “but I can’t wait any longer.”
I smiled back, my head still fuzzy from my wonderful orgasm.
His tip brushed my folds for a few seconds, and I let out a quiet moan. He pushed in, stretching me. A few fingers inside me just wasn’t the same as his manhood, especially in my tight channel.
I sucked in a breath.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Just go slow.”
Logan nodded once and moved inside, slowly, inch by inch, filling me. I let out another moan as he pushed all the way inside, the snug fit already building more pressure toward another climax. He pulled back once and then shoved hard inside me before pulling half out.
He slammed into me. A pulse of pleasure spread from me with impact. Then again and again. It took only a few thrusts before his coated manhood slid into me with ease. The slapping sounds of our bodies mixed with my moans and his grunts as he continued to fuck me.
Logan lifted me slightly, changing his angle. The blast of pleasure with each push cut off my moans. My breathing turned ragged, and the ecstasy clouded my brain. I didn’t even remember I could feel this good. Had I ever?
My moans turned into screams of delight. My insides twitched. Logan sped up even more. If I hadn’t been so drunk on pleasure, I might have wondered how he could continue pounding into me so fast and so hard.
With a final shove, he shouted his release. His cock swelled, but the condom held in his seed. A second later, I gave in. Another glorious wave blasted from my center to my toes and fingertips. Stars filled my vision, and I cried out, my insides clenching around Logan’s cock.
I don’t know how long we lay there together, our sweaty bodies pressed against each other, our breathing heavy and deep.
Logan pulled out of me and rolled off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned without the condom.
Heavy-lidded, I patted the bed next to me. My insides still twitched and throbbed, the residual pleasure lingering throughout my body and center. I had a feeling I’d be sore later, but the good kind of sore.
Logan lay down next to me and pulled a blanket over us.
“I’ll definitely remember that,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Logan stroked my hair, a grin on his face.
Chapter Eighteen
LOGAN
I lay there, watching Emily, her brown hair spread out on the bed. Her eyes were half closed, and her breathing light as she rested in the crook of my arm. Every once in a while, she’d shift position or nuzzle her cheek on my arm, murmuring quietly. It’d be adorable if I couldn’t see the swell of her heavy breasts.
I was already hard again and had to the resist the urge to take the soft mounds into my hands and start kneading or to roll her over and start fucking her again.
Several deep breaths followed. I’d no idea what the hell had just happened, other than it was damn good. Great. More than I’d ever imagined when I laid awake at night thinking of her.
What did it mean though? Emily had a whole night and morning to sleep off the alcohol, so there was no way we could push this off as another drunken mistake.
This was the spectacular proof of what I’d believed for a while now. We had chemistry, real chemistry, and that chemistry had led to a connection. The only question was whether she’d regret it for the same reason we had no excuses for what happened other than mutual attraction. There would be no alcohol to blame, no explanation other than good old-fashioned lust.
My only regret was that I hadn’t slept with her earlier. I prayed she felt the same, but I was confident after the intimacy we’d shared.
Emily stirred, her hazel eyes fully opening. I smiled at her, but she didn’t look up. She stared past me, a distant look in her eyes. She wasn’t frowning, but she wasn’t smiling either.
My stomach clenched. This was not what I’d wanted to see after a hot, sticky round of sex. Something was obviously wrong. Regret, probably. Damn.
I figured ignoring it was the best plan for the moment. Emily obviously had a few issues to work through, and it wasn’t like she could hop in a cab back to Nashville. I had plenty of time to figure out how to handle her.
In the meantime, it was best to keep things light and breezy.
“Maybe we should go get some lunch,” I said. “Or we can order in.”
“No, let’s go out,” Emily said, sounding a little too eager. “Or at least to the restaurant on the first floor.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I just need to get out of this room for a while. It’s a nice room, but it’s still a hotel room.”
I nodded slowly, trying to keep a frown off my face. “Okay, let’s hit the first floor then.”
Emily pulled away from me and stood. “I need to take a shower. I smell like sex. I’d forgotten the smell.” She laughed awkwardly.
I chuckled, wondering if I could convince her to let me join her in the shower for a little wet fun.
She hurried toward the bathroom and closed the door, making it obvious she wanted to be alone.
I grunted, shook my head, and stood. I walked over to my room, so I could take my own shower. She was right. We did smell like sex.
Shaking my head, I stepped into the shower.
The questions swirled in my mind. Did I not cuddle her enough? Did I say the wrong thing?
I refused to believe Emily regretted what we’d done, but the evidence was pointing the other way. I just couldn’t understand her possible reasons.
As the first streams of water hit me, I whispered, “What’s going on in your mind, Emily?”
* * *
Emily barely talked for the next half-hour. I stared at her as I worked on my miso soup. She kept her eyes focused on her own bowl, only occasionally glancing up at me or her teacup.
She didn’t order any alcohol, and I made a point of not doing the same. I wasn’t worried about my judgment, just her perception.
Maybe Emily still somehow thought alcohol forced us together, and I wanted her to accept and remember that we’d both been stone sober when we’d slept together.
“So, you said you were almost done with your deal,” Emily said after a spoonful of soup.
I smiled, grateful that she was talking again. “Yes, but not sure. These things can always change at the last moment.”
“So, you’re not sure if you can go around on Thursday and Friday with me?”
“Not sure yet. I can send the driver around with you if you want. He speaks English. Not exactly a professional interpreter for business deals, but I’m sure he can help you out enough at a store.”
Emily looked at me for a sec
ond before dropping her gaze again. “That should work. Juniper and Mama would kill me if I came all this way and didn’t take some pictures and buy some souvenirs.” She shrugged a single shoulder. “I also wanted to see some temples and museums. Though I guess I’ll have to pick maybe one thing and then go shopping.”
I chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. “Yeah. Tokyo isn’t a city you can rush through. We’ll have to come back soon, so you can experience more of it. I’ve still not even seen most of the tourist traps.”
Emily wrapped a strand of her brown hair around one of her fingers. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
She still wasn’t looking directly at me.
No. I wasn’t going to do this again. I wasn’t going to run away from this beautiful woman. Especially after the steamy sex we’d just shared.
“What’s wrong?” I said.
Emily’s head shot up. Her eyes widened. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“You’re sinking into yourself.” I shook my head. “I don’t get it. We shared something great. Something we both wanted. You weren’t drunk. I wasn’t drunk. It was the middle of the day.”
She sighed.
“I don’t know if talking about whatever is bothering you will help, but I guarantee not talking at all isn’t going to help.”
Emily groaned and rubbed her temples. “I’m just not… You have to understand.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Explain it to me so I can understand.”
“I liked what we did, liked it a lot.” Her cheeks reddened. “Don’t want to talk it up too much because I don’t want to let it go to your head. But it was good, and it felt great.” She averted her eyes.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t love hearing that. There’s no man out there who doesn’t want to hear how great he is in bed. But that still didn’t answer my question.
“What’s the problem then?”
“I want to be clear about what this is and isn’t.” She stared right at me, her hazel eyes unusually intense. “I don’t want you to think this is the start of a relationship. When I thought about it, I realized I am attracted to you, but I’m not ready for anything more. Maybe I won’t ever be. That’s not fair to you, but I wanted to be clear.”