by Cat Johnson
She somehow wiggled her hand between their tightly clenched bodies and fumbled with the closure on his tux pants. He’d ditched the black cowboy hat Tucker had requested the groomsmen all wear, as well as the tux jacket, but they were both still wearing too much.
“Emma.” Her name on his lips was a growl, full of possession and need.
Logan pulled back to help her. He saw desire to match his own in her eyes as she unfastened the hook at his waistband and slid down the zipper. Struggling to toe off his boots, Logan discovered he couldn’t do it. He was forced to back away from her and sit on the edge of the bed to yank them off because he couldn’t take his eyes off Emma.
He dropped the boots to the floor one by one, then pulled off his tie as he planned how to divest her of her wedding clothes once he was out of his own.
“I’m just going into the bathroom to get out of this dress.” She made a motion toward the door behind her.
“What? Why?” Logan paused after undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
She didn’t strike him as the overly shy type and more importantly, he’d been hoping to at least watch, if not help.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you shut off the lights so you can’t see me or anything. It’s just that dresses like this one require some heavy-duty undergarments that I’d rather you didn’t see.” Emma ran her hands over her torso. “These Spanx work great, but they’re not real pretty to look at on their own.”
“Spanx?” Logan raised a brow and followed the motion of her hand.
“It’s a brand of shapewear. Women wear it under clingy dresses and stuff . . . and I shouldn’t have even brought it up.” Emma looked embarrassed about the entire discussion.
Being a consummate bachelor, Logan didn’t know what a Spanx was or what it looked like, but he didn’t care. He did like the sound of the name, though. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve got on under there, as long as it can come off. Go get undressed in the bathroom if you want to, but hurry back.”
“Okay, but I’ll be done much faster if you help me with the hook and the zipper in the back of my dress.”
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He was on his feet and moving behind her in seconds, ignoring that he was in his stocking feet and his tuxedo pants were hanging wide open.
The halter-top of the dress fastened at the back of her neck. The design left a good bit of her back exposed before the bottom half of the dress and the zipper that ran low, over her shapely ass. He gripped the tiny tab between thumb and forefinger.
Standing behind Emma and doing something as intimate as unzipping her dress had Logan breathing faster. He pulled the zipper down, tooth by tooth, as the motion ramped up his urge to strip her.
Logan reached up and brushed Emma’s hair to the side. He felt for the three tiny metal hooks holding up the top of the dress. Emma waited motionless while he unfastened them, one by one. He was amazed at his own control as he maneuvered fingers much too bulky and not nearly steady enough for work as detailed as this.
After the release of the final hook the top fell. Emma clutched the fabric to her chest so it stayed mostly in place over her bra. He let her. He was fine with giving her the illusion of remaining covered for a bit longer since he no longer had any intention of letting her undress herself in the bathroom. Not now that he’d gotten a taste of the pleasure of doing it himself.
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the top of her bare shoulder, then kissed a path to her throat. She tilted her head to the side and gave him greater access to the porcelain skin of her neck. Logan moved his hands to her bra, working by feel to release the strap from behind her neck. He moved to the lower band and found it crisscrossed in the back, then circled around her waist to hook in the front, all while remaining hidden beneath the low-backed dress.
Emma was no average woman. He’d known that already, but now he was learning that even the woman’s undergarments were complicated. That was fine. Logan wasn’t about to let anything stand in his way, tricky bras included. It would all be worth it in the end, and truth be told, he was enjoying undressing her. The process helped him get back some of the self-control he’d thought he’d lost completely in her presence.
While he stood behind her and latched on to her earlobe with his teeth, Logan slid his hands beneath the fabric of her dress. Running his palms along her ribcage, he felt the warmth of her skin. He slipped his fingers beneath hers where she still held the top of her dress up. He located and managed to unhook the remaining bra closure.
“You were supposed to let me get undressed in the bathroom,” she said.
“You’ll get over it.” He spoke the words against her ear while palming her bare breasts.
A shiver ran through her. He felt it and smiled, before rolling her nipples between his fingers. They hardened beneath his touch, which only made him want to pull the pebbled peaks into his mouth. He’d get to that, but first, there were other parts of Emma that needed to be undressed. He pushed her hands down, and the dress followed, falling to the floor with a swish of fabric.
“Don’t worry. I’m not looking at your Spanx. I promise.” He didn’t promise not to touch her. Or possibly spank her, now that she’d put that idea in his head.
Sliding his hand inside the front of what he assumed was the undergarment she’d wanted to hide, he discovered the fabric was thick, and tight, but Logan was nothing if not determined. He continued a path down until his fingertip parted her lower lips. Emma let out a sigh. He’d make her more than sigh, if he had more room to work.
Time to get her naked. Logan hooked both thumbs inside the waistband of the garment restricting his freedom and, bending his knees, pushed it all the way down her legs until he encountered her high heels.
Okay, maybe being completely undressed was overrated, because Logan would definitely like Emma to leave those mile-high shoes on for a bit longer. He stood upright again, running his hands back up her bare legs as he did. From his position behind Emma, he pressed his palm to her belly, and then slid lower. After stepping out of the undergarment, Emma widened her stance, and he took advantage of it.
He explored her damp folds with the fingers of his right hand, while his left held her tight against him. Logan kept his clothes on, knowing if he was naked as well it would be too easy to slide into her. Oh, he would get to that. Later. Now, he wanted���no, he needed—to feel Emma come apart beneath his touch.
From where he stood behind her, his six-foot-two-inches meant he towered over her even with her in heels. Emma pressed her head back against his chest and he could look down and see her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as her lips parted. Her breath began to come faster, tinged with tiny sounds of pleasure that were tantalizing enough to make Logan fear he’d lose control.
He adjusted his hold on her and she gasped, “Don’t stop.”
Logan had no intention of stopping. Short of the room becoming engulfed in flames, there was nothing that could happen to make him stop now. He wanted this as much as she did. To prove it to her, Logan spun Emma around and lifted her onto the edge of the dresser. He spread her legs wide and groaned at the sight of her, bared to him, before he bent low.
Using hands and tongue, he worked her hard, inside and out, ignoring the tingle in his scalp as she clutched at his hair. Enjoying the taste of her as she pressed harder against his mouth.
She came loud with her head thrown back against the dresser’s mirror. Her voice filled the room, and Logan loved every second of it. There was no one they knew nearby to hear them. Her muscles convulsed around the fingers that filled her. The need to be inside Emma overtook him.
Logan turned and located his bag on the floor. Leaving Emma still perched on top of the dresser, he strode to the bag and grabbed the condoms. Still mostly clothed, Logan shoved the waistband of his boxer briefs down, out of the way, and then covered his erection with the condom. He was ready and back to her long before Emma had regained her breath.
Good. He liked her bre
athless. With any luck, he’d keep her that way for quite a bit longer.
Looping her knees over his forearms, Logan supported her legs. He stepped between them and plunged inside her. He had to peer past the hem of his shirt to see as he drove into her wet heat, filling her. He forced himself to take his eyes off where they were joined and looked up to find Emma’s gaze narrowed with desire as she watched him watching her. He could stare into those eyes all night while he made love to her. That was a definite possibility since Logan had swiped a strip of six condoms from Tyler’s room.
At thirty-nine years old, it had been a very long time since Logan had made love to a woman even near that many times in one day, or hell, even in one week. But tonight, he had every intention of loving Emma until they both couldn’t move, or she told him to stop.
He plunged into her, hard and fast. The small part of his brain that was still functioning took note that the mirror was bolted to the wall so at least his enthusiasm couldn’t send it crashing to the ground. He wouldn’t break the mirror, but that didn’t mean the same was true of Emma as each stroke drove her back against the hard surface.
“You okay?” He asked the question between clenched teeth as he tried to hold on and not succumb to the urge to finish this sooner rather than later.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop,” she gasped.
Unfortunately, he already felt the telltale tingle building inside him. Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on for too much longer. He leaned in and took her lips, then moved to her throat. She bore down around him inside her, increasing both the friction and his need to come. Her muscles clenched tight as she let out a soft sexy moan that sent a shiver down his spine.
That clinched it. He was done. Logan held deep and came hard, his face and his fingers buried in the mass of Emma’s hair. He felt every throb of his release, and every flutter of her body as it spasmed around him.
It wasn’t until he’d finished pulsing inside her that he came back down to earth, and reality. It was then Logan realized he had Emma contorted between him and the mirror, her legs still over his arms as he fisted her hair in one hand.
Hissing in a breath, Logan took a step back and eased her legs down. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
He lifted her off the dresser and set her on the ground, leaving his arms around her when he saw her legs were still wobbly. No surprise, after the way he’d had her bent like a pretzel while he’d pounded into her. This time, they’d be on a nice soft bed. He led her there and watched her climb onto the mattress, naked and beautiful.
Which reminded Logan that he was overdressed. After disposing of the condom, he began tearing at buttons and cufflinks while she lay back and watched him. Finally he was free of the shirt, and soon made short work of his pants, underwear, and socks.
The look in her eyes as she watched him move toward her was enough to have Logan rising again as he crawled between her legs. He ran his hands up her thighs, loving how she’d spread them to make room for him. He wanted to touch, to worship, every inch of her.
Logan moved over her body. Drawing one nipple into his mouth, he scraped his teeth across the tender flesh and watched the gooseflesh rise on her skin. He was moving up farther, his final destination her mouth for a deep kiss, when he stopped dead at what he saw. He’d left a bruise on her throat. He must have latched on to the delicate skin with his mouth sometime during their lovemaking, though he’d be damned if he could remember when.
Leaning back on his knees, he scrubbed his face with his hands.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You’re going to have to go to brunch tomorrow with your parents and your sister’s new in-laws with a hickey on your neck because of me.”
She smiled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had to camouflage a hickey with makeup, but I think I can still manage it.”
“It’s nothing to joke about, Emma. I acted like a crazy, irresponsible teenager.” He shook his head at his own behavior one more time. “Biting you. I can’t believe I did that.”
“Stop worrying. I’m fine.” Emma reached out, grabbed onto his biceps with each of her hands and pulled him closer. Logan allowed it, but remained braced above her, holding himself in check. “Want to know something?”
“What?” Logan was so ashamed of his behavior, he could barely look at her, or the deep purplish-red mark he’d left on her. It was darkening to become a nice bruise.
“I liked you being kinda rough.” Her cheeks turned pink as she said it.
“Did you?” That stirred something deep inside Logan. Deep desires he never knew he had until now. The need to let loose, to allow himself to lose control for once. To take, mindlessly, until he was satisfied.
“Yes. It makes me feel”—she shrugged—“wanted.”
He let out a low growl. “Emma. You’re wanted. Believe me.”
Logan silently cursed any man who’d made her feel unwanted. Though he knew if Jace hadn’t treated her as second choice, Logan and Emma wouldn’t be here together now. And while they were here now, Logan intended to take full advantage of it.
“Anyway. Don’t you dare hold back.” She touched a fingertip to her throat where he’d left the mark. “I felt when you did this and I didn’t stop you because I liked it. I was about to come at the time. It pushed me right over the edge.”
That was an intriguing piece of information. “Really.”
“Mmm, hmm. You know, there are plenty of places you can bite me that my parents won’t ever see.”
After what she’d said, and the look in her eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back even if he tried. He drew in a shaky breath and leaned down, stopping just shy of her lips. “You are amazing. Do you know that?”
“That a man as incredible as you are thinks so might just make me believe it. One day.” She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug.
He’d do everything he could to make her believe it, to make today that day.
“So, are you done worrying about treating me like a china doll?” Emma asked.
He eyed her bruise again and thought about pounding into her on the dresser. “I haven’t treated you like that at all, but yes, I’ll try to stop worrying about it, if you want.”
“Good, now give me some more to remember you by during those long lonely nights in New York when I have nothing but my vibrator for company. I want some really good memories.”
A vibrator. Jeez. With that erotic image of Emma firmly planted in his mind, Logan leaned back and ran shaky hands down her body. He formulated a plan of where to begin.
“How good are we talking about here?” Logan asked.
It would be his pleasure to give her enough memories to last a very long time, but good was a relative term when it came to sex. There was sex that was kind of run of the mill but still made you feel good. Then there was sex that had you thinking holy crap, did we really just do that? Logan figured he should probably keep things somewhere in the middle of the two extremes.
“So good I’ll never be able to tell another living soul about it, and I’m not the shy type.”
He considered the many possibilities. “How long do we have? What time is that brunch tomorrow?”
“Noon.”
“Perfect.” Plenty of time, though he was certain they’d be tired for it, because he had no intention of getting much sleep tonight.
Logan was so hungry for more of Emma, it was hard to fathom he’d just had her. Of course, he wasn’t eighteen anymore so he’d need a few minutes’ recovery. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t keep busy in the meantime. He swung his feet to the floor and reached back to take her hand, pulling her from the bed.
“Where are you taking me?” Her eyes opened wider as he yanked her forward.
“The shower.”
“The shower? Now? Why?”
“I want to explore each and every inch of your body. I’m going to run my hands all over you, and the shower is the perfect place for that. All that nice, slippery
soap.” Logan groaned and slid his hands down her bare skin. He laughed at her expression. “What’s wrong? You said you wanted good memories. Would you like to take some things off the table?”
“No. Nothing is off the table. I just thought the table would be a nice, warm, dry bed.”
“Trust me. I’ll make it worth your while for you to get out of bed and get wet. Promise.”
She smiled. “I believe you will.”
Logan’s mind spun with the possibilities of all he could do with her beneath the hot, pounding spray. How amazing she’d look with all that water sluicing off her wet skin. All the places he could slip into and explore. Maybe he didn’t need recovery time after all. He was hard as a rock again just thinking about it.
He paused long enough to drop a kiss on her mouth, and then pulled Emma toward his ultimate destination— the nice, big shower stall. He flipped on the water and stepped inside, turning to offer Emma a hand to help her in after him.
As the steam swirled through the air, Emma eyed him, looking wicked. She took him in from head to toe, and one part in particular—the hard-on that was aiming straight toward her like an arrow.
With the bar of soap in one of her hands, Emma reached between them and began to stroke Logan. The feel of her touch nearly took him off his feet.
He shouldn’t be this affected considering he’d just had her. Apparently his body hadn’t gotten the memo that it wasn’t supposed to react like a pubescent teen. The very happy appendage seemed to know that for the first time in a while it was receiving attention from a hand other than Logan’s, and it liked it. A lot.
Emma slid her closed fingers over his slick cock while Logan watched. When he raised his gaze, he found her focus was on his face. A sly smile bowing her lips, she stepped to the side. The stinging hot spray hit Logan, washing the suds off him, before she bent low and slipped his erection into her mouth.