“She's your friend.” He made a face she could only describe as 'duh'. “Why do you think? She was surprised, I'll say that much, but not disgusted. She didn't think it distasteful. That's all,” he tapped her forehead with his index finger. “In your head.”
“But what if wherever we go people stare?” That shy and awkward teenager still lived inside her, never fully vanquished. Being on display never worked for her. Not unless it was her work.
“Let them stare. They'd only stare 'cos I'm with the hottest damn girl they've ever seen. And you're with the hottest guy they've ever seen, too.” He laughed, the sound lifting her heavy heart.
“I don't know, Logan. It just seems like it would be a lot of work for us. It's hardly a conventional relationship, you know that.”
“It's not like either of us have any previous history with conventional relationships, and you know that.” There they went again, her telling him what he knew, and him telling her what she knew, and neither of them admitting the obvious.
“I want you,” she blurted, plainly unable to keep it inside any longer. “But I'm scared.”
“What are you scared of, baby?” She gasped as he ran his hand along her calf, working his way underneath her dress. “Do you have any idea what this dress has done to me all damn night?”
“No,” she whispered, ignoring the first question.
“I almost fled to the mens room when I realized you had no panties on, I was so damn hard.”
“Logan!” His hand worked higher, cupping her knee now, his fingers working in the hollow behind, making her shiver. The friction of his fingers against her skin made her want to crawl into his lap and grind on him like a horny teenager until they both came on themselves.
“And when we were dancing? I was rock hard then, too. Imagining dragging you upstairs to one of the rooms and fucking you so hard you'd beg me to stop.”
She felt like begging him to stop right now, the things he made her feel were entirely foreign to her with anyone other than him.
“In fact,” he whispered, his hand climbing higher again, skimming past the softness of her inner thigh with dreadful slow movements. “I want to do that right now.” He paused, his hand a mere inch from where she wanted him most. Her legs had fallen apart naturally, of their own free will, and she couldn't have closed them again if a parade happened to use her apartment as a short cut.
“Why don't you?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to call them back. Shocked at her own daring, she snapped her jaws closed.
“Tell me first,” he suggested. “You think I didn't notice you ignoring my question. What are you scared of?”
“Me. You. Everything.” Her chest expanded as she took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. “I'm afraid that things will get hard and I'll run. I'm afraid that you will get bored and leave me. I'm afraid of what people think, what they see when they look at us, and what they will say when they realize we're step-siblings. I'm afraid that something will happen and I'll lose you 'cos of it. I'm afraid that nothing will happen and I'll lose you because of that.
“I'm afraid of everything. But mostly...mostly I'm afraid of not giving this thing between us a chance and forever regretting what could have been. I'm afraid I'll never feel for anyone, the way I feel for you.”
~
Logan
That was more of an answer than he'd dared hope for. She sat before him, trembling with emotion, fear being the most prevalent right now. She was terrified he'd leave her after all of her admissions, he knew that. He knew her better than he knew himself. He'd known every fear she'd had without her telling him – but she hadn't. She'd had to admit it to herself, and to him – out loud.
His heart thudded in his chest as he leaned forward to place his lips against her forehead, tenderly. “Things will get hard, but you won't run. And if you do, I'll find you. I'll always find you.” His lips grazed her brow as he kissed first one eye and then the other, tasting the saltiness of tears from her lashes. “I will never get bored of you. I have been thrilled by even the thought of you for a decade.” Her nose was cold when he placed his lips there. “What people think of us is none of our business. What people will see is a couple who belong together right down to their very marrow.”
He sighed against her mouth, spilling his words against her trembling lips. “I don't care what they say. And regardless of what does or does not happen, you will never lose me. I'm your forever. You can't lose that.” He kissed her then, a light brush of his lips sending jolts of electricity through his own body. “Tell me, do you still wish for me?”
“Every day.”
“Well here I am to grant your wish. All you need to do is take what I'm offering.”
He groaned low in his throat as she closed the distance, her lips still trembling but her eyes wide open. They kissed, a simple meeting of mouths, staring into each other's eyes, this time knowing exactly what they were getting into.
When she searched for an entry he opened his mouth, his eyes only drifting to a close as hers did. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he kissed her with all the pent up passion he'd carried around with him since he'd last had her in his arms, thanking his lucky stars that she was clutching at his jacket to pull him closer rather than push him away.
This was right. They were right. He moaned when her frantic little hands tugged his jacket off his shoulders, wanting skin to skin contact as much as he. Shrugging out of the offending article, he ran his hands down her back, pulling her tightly to him as her nails dug into the flesh of his arms. “Tell me,” he rasped. “Tell me you want me. Tell me this is real.”
“It's real,” she whispered, nipping at his lips. “I want you, Logan. I've only ever wanted you.”
A harsh expletive exploded from his lips as he lifted her into a standing position, both of them grabbing at each other's clothes. By the time he'd walked himself backward to her bedroom, tugging her along, his shirt and tie lay discarded on the floor like trash, rather than the several hundred dollar's worth of suit it was.
Her jacket he flung into a corner, where it snagged on a potted plant, overturning the entire thing, soil spilling out across the thick rug. Neither of them cared, hardly noticing the crash. His knees hit the back of the bed and he sat down heavily, Sophie sprawling in his lap with her slippery little gown around her waist. His pants had been kicked off in oblivion somewhere between the doorway and the bed, and he felt her reach inside his boxer-briefs with searching fingers.
He swore into her mouth when she wrapped her fingers around his length, never so ready to shoot in his life. This. This was what he'd been missing with every other woman he'd ever slept with. The shot of pure lust that ran through him from the tips of his toes to the hair on his head. Sophie.
Unwilling to remove her hand for the sake of taking her dress off, he compromised by sliding a hand upward to cup the weight of one breast. Her nipple was already hard in the palm of his hand as he kneaded and squeezed. “Fuck, Soph. Do that again.”
She snickered, sliding her thumb across the very head of him where wetness had gathered. Oh man, if she was turning him on this much just by touching him with her hand, he couldn't wait to see how he'd handle the rest of her. Hissing a breath through his teeth he tugged at the dress, needing it off, whether that meant removing her hand or not.
The minute he dropped the scarlet silk to the floor his mouth was on her and she tasted just the same as she had last time. The mixture of fruity lotion and flesh made his tongue tingle as he swiped it across her beaded nipple, making her gasp at the sensation. He blew a quick breath on it, watching in fascination as her skin erupted in goosebumps.
With one hand she pushed him, laying him flat on the bed while she still sat astride his hips. Logan looked down the length of his body to see her like a goddess, naked and beautiful and oh, so turned on. Her hips rolled as she rocked against him once, twice, forcing his body to respond by jerking his hips upward. She moaned. It was the best sound he'd ever heard
in his life.
~
Sophie
She couldn't quite believe they were here, on her bed, with nothing between them but his underwear. Resolutely ignoring the small part of her that liked to freak out, she ground on top of him, the friction making her clit pulse. Running one hand up her stomach, she grazed her ribs with her nails before rolling her nipple between her fingers, delighting at the moisture his mouth had left behind.
Her skin stung where she'd scraped at herself, but it was one of those rare pleasure pains that she didn't mind. One hand under his head to angle his view, Logan stared up at her, awe and lust written all over his face. This was what she'd been missing with her only other sexual partner, Taylor. The passion, the feeling that if she didn't have him – right now – she'd simply die.
She replayed his words in her mind like a manta. “I'm your forever. You can't lose that.” With those words, she'd thrust every fear aside, wanting only to join him in his version of forever, come what may. “I want to be your forever, too.” The words came unbidden, and this time she welcomed them, knowing they would make him smile.
“You always were,” he replied, dragging a hand up her waist to grab her hair. With a gentle tug he pulled her down so that she had to use her arms to hold herself up. “You always will be.” His mouth devoured hers. It was rough and honest in a way she'd never been kissed before. Her tongue tangled with his, their breaths unsteady and fast. When his fingers tripped down her back to cup her ass she groaned, feeling his arousal so ready beneath the flimsy boxer-briefs he wore.
Her breath whooshed out of her as he flipped them, using one of his hands pressed against her sternum to keep her from rising. With a devilish gleam in his eyes he lowered himself kiss by trailing kiss to the spot that ached for him, his tongue finding her folds and slipping between them with a soft moan on both their parts.
“You taste so good,” he told her, his words vibrating against her so-sensitive flesh. “Better than I remembered.”
Clutching at his hair, she arched her back as he licked every inch of her, from her entrance to her clit in one broad stroke, his tongue moving in slow torture. “Logan,” she whispered. “Stop teasing me. I need this so badly.”
“I know,” he replied. She could feel his lips smiling against her. “That's why I'm teasing you. I want you to beg for it before I'm done.”
“I'll beg now if that's what you're waiting for.”
“That's not the game we're playing.”
Another game? She giggled. “What game are we playing?”
“The same game we always play. Tit for tat.”
A hoarse cry torn from her throat, she bucked wildly as he flicked his tongue against her, fast and faster, his humming every now and then only adding to the pleasurable sensations. When she felt that luscious tightness and knew she was close, Logan stopped, moving away. He kissed her thighs and her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly-button playfully but never returning to where she needed him until the moment of near-climax dissipated.
“That fucking tattoo,” he groaned, running his tongue in circles around the flowery design. “I love it.”
When she'd relaxed again, he slipped a finger inside her, sucking the most sensitive spot outside her body like it was a lollipop. Within moments she could feel her orgasm rebuild, and Logan thrust another finger inside, bringing her to the very brink and then leaving her to float back down as he began again to kiss anywhere and everywhere else.
~
Logan
He couldn't describe how much pleasure he found in her taste, in her smell, or in the feel of her little pussy clamping down on his fingers in a warning of her impending climax. Shit, he wanted her to come all over his hand like she had before, and then lap it up with his tongue, but not yet. Not until she begged for it.
Three times he brought her to the edge and then left her luke-warm without enough friction to finish the job. After the third time she thrashed beneath him, sobbing almost. “Now,” he told her. “You're ready to beg me.” Slippery wet, but still tight, he forced another finger inside, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. “And make it good, Ms. Ellis, or you won't be allowed to come at all.”
She gasped at him calling her Ms. Ellis again. Damn but it sounded better to him during sex than it had during a stilted and uncomfortable business meeting. He supposed it had sounded better to her, too. He could get used to that.
“Please,” she gasped, her greedy little hips thrusting up to meet him. “Please don't stop this time.”
“You can do better than that,” he suggested, flicking his tongue across her swollen clit.
“Logan, please. Please. Let me come. I want to come. I need to come,” she gasped, hips jerking in a frenzy. “Logan!”
Allowing her to come at last, he lapped at her pulsing pussy while she moaned and fisted handfuls of his hair. Her desperate sighs and moans made his cock jerk as he thought about their little game of tit for tat. Giving her a moment to recover, he stripped himself of his last remaining scrap of clothing and crawled up the bed atop her, a knee either side of her body.
When he'd reached her mouth he stopped, hovering over her, his erection jutting proudly from his hips, affording her a suggestive wink. “My turn.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I've never done it like this before.”
Now he was damn well certain she'd never been looked after in bed before. He snatched a cushion from the pile of them that sat on her bed and positioned it under her head. “You'll need this,” he croaked. “Then just...do whatever you'd like.”
“Really?” The prospect seemed to entice her and he laughed.
“It's your show now, baby. I'm only the participant.” His cock ached for her. Looking at her hot mouth as it pursed in thought, he felt more precum leak from the head.
Her expression one of concentration, she flicked a tongue out, bringing her head up just enough to flick against the base of him, and he jerked forward, the fear of losing his control a very real threat now that she'd touched him. Why had he wanted to play this game instead of making love to her? What little hope he had of lasting inside her seemed colossal in comparison of the moist depths of her mouth.
With a small giggle, she reared up a bit more, forcing him to go higher on his knees in order to accommodate her ample chest. With a soft moan she took him into her mouth, her lips clamping around him as she worked him in as far as he could go in this position. He'd chosen this exact position thinking the less of him she could get into her mouth the more the chance that he could last more than a hot second. How wrong he'd been.
~
Sophie
His taste coating her tongue, Sophie bobbed her head up and down, coating him with her saliva as she worked him in and out. In the space of a few moments her neck began to ache but she wouldn't have stopped for the world. Logan knelt above her, her view of his body unobstructed as she sucked him.
Wrapping the fingers of one hand around his base, she worked his entire shaft in slow sensual movements, while the other drifted along his chiseled abs to play in the light sprinkling of hair on his chest, thrilled when he dipped his head back on a whimpered exhale. She felt a sense of power course through her as she circled his girth with the tip of her tongue. His chest rose and fell on tortured breaths for a minute or two and then he grasped her hair, pulling himself from her mouth with a wet noise.
“Stop, Soph. Jesus that felt so good.”
Wickedness made her flick his engorged head one last time before he rolled onto his back with a groan. “Come,” he told her. “Come ride me.”
Liquid desire clenched her insides as she once again sat astride him, this time with nothing in their way. Raising up, she guided him to her, sliding down on him with only a mild feeling of uncomfortable tightness. She knew that once she started to move her body would loosen up. He placed both hands on her hips and jerked her forward roughly, tearing a gasp from her. At the same time, he'd driven himself upwards, reaching the ver
y end of her. It was a shock, but not painful, and so he set their pace – wild and frenetic.
Not giving her a millimeter of space between their bodies, he ground up as he moved her back and forth, her clit stroking against his pelvic bone on each pass. She threw her head back, looking to the ceiling in rapture at the sensation.
“Don't,” he uttered. “Don't look away. I want to watch you.”
“Why?” she gasped, the ceiling still the focus of her attention.
“Because I love the look on your face when I make you come.” He gave her a light smack on the meat of her ass when she continued to stare upwards. “Soph, fucking look at me.”
Dropping her chin, she stared into his intense chocolate eyes. “What look on my face?”
“Like you love me.”
“I do,” she simply said, resting her elbows on the bed in order to get closer as she told him the truth of her feelings for the first time. “I do love you.”
“Soph...don't say that right now. Not when your emotions are running high.” He thrust into her again, winding that coil inside her that said she was getting close.
“Logan,” she whispered, her entire body tensing in readiness. “I love you. I love you, I love you...” Her orgasm stole her breath, leaving her words to trail off as she came hard, jerking and writhing atop him, soaking him in her arousal.
With a guttural cry he followed her, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, clamping her tightly to him.
~
Logan
He couldn't handle it if she'd only spoken out of the heat of the moment. Not now. Not after everything. He rolled to his side, moving her just enough to see into her eyes as he asked, “did you mean that?”
“Hmm?” Her second orgasm had drained her completely – he could see that – but still he wanted to know.
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