by Lora Leigh
The anger and needs surging through him had him moving then. Had him making what he knew, even as he did it, was the biggest mistake of his life.
He touched her.
Before he could think or stop himself, he had his hands on her upper arms, pulling her to him, bringing her flush against his body as though he needed her.
“I have a hunger eating my guts out for a woman that I know has happily-ever-afters shining in her eyes.” He held her like a desperate man. As though he needed her touch. “That won’t happen with me, and you’re determined to hurt both of us by pushing it.”
As though he needed something or someone to claim.
And Logan knew he didn’t. He didn’t dare.
“You would never make one night with me enough,” she repeated her warning, her eyes spitting back at him furiously. “What kind of game are you playing? You warn me off, then jerk me in your house as though you have no other choice but to fight with me over a dog we both know you want. You want that damned dog almost as bad as you want me in your bed. Why, Logan? Why can’t you have either of us?”
“Because I don’t dare.”
As he stared into her wide, surprised gaze Logan realized he’d wanted her since that first glimpse he’d had of her. And he shouldn’t. That small taste he’d had of her last week as he held her beneath that tree hadn’t been nearly enough.
He shouldn’t want her, but he craved her. Craved her with a need that made no sense and a sudden, overwhelming hunger that he couldn’t seem to control.
And maybe she was right. One night would never be enough. But they would both pay for it.
“Are you waiting on your common sense to return again?” she whispered, her fingers gripping the tops of his biceps, kneading them.
She wasn’t protesting or pushing him away. She wasn’t fighting it. But he was, with every ounce of control he was fighting it, and he was losing.
Her fingers were kneading the tensed muscles of his biceps. Straight little nails nipping into the hard flesh covering them and sending sparks of fiery sensation straight to his balls.
“Hell if I know.” He was trying to stop himself. “I didn’t show any last time. Why should I do it now?”
There was no way to stop what he knew he was about to do.
Holding her gaze, drawn by her, feeling as though he was held to her by chains as invisible and yet as tight as any made by man, Logan knew he was doomed.
His head lowered, his lips touching hers, feeling them part, feeling the silk and heat, the tremble of hunger. As he watched the darkening of her gaze and the flutter of her lashes as they drifted closed, he knew he was a goner.
He’d fantasized about fucking her for months. Hell, he had so many scenarios in his head that sometimes he thought he could fuck her for a decade and never experience all of them.
But this one he’d never envisioned.
This one he’d never allowed himself to have because he’d known what it would do to him. The very thought of having her, here in his home, where he would never eradicate her memory, did things to him he couldn’t consider.
A flood of sensation seemed to wrack his body as every muscle tightened furiously. Slowly, exquisitely slowly, her lips parted further, accepting the intimacy of his tongue with tentative excitement as he licked against hers.
Her hands stroked over his shoulders, her breathing becoming hitched as her heart pounded as furiously as his. Tightening his grip on her hips, he dragged her closer, lifting her. Pulling her against his body. Running his hands to the luscious curves of her ass, he had to hold back a groan of sheer male hunger. Gripping, lifting her before he could stop himself, Logan had her on the center island and her legs curled around his hips as he pushed the hardened ridge of his cock against the heated, wet warmth between her thighs.
She was short, curvy, delicate as hell, and he fit between her thighs perfectly. Pushing the thin, incredibly soft fluff of her gown and robe over her hips, he groaned in need, and realization.
She wore no panties.
His hands slid beneath the material to her back.
God, she was killing him with this need for her.
His dick was throbbing in a little happy dance that was driving him insane as she pressed more firmly against him.
The rasp of denim against the sensitive engorged head of his cock became an erotic agony. He wanted to slide his hardened flesh into her soft, liquid heat. And it was liquid. That sweet syrup was flowing from her, preparing her, and dampening his jeans.
The need to fuck her was a hunger he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to walk away from. And there couldn’t be anything in his life that he couldn’t walk away from. He couldn’t allow it.
But he couldn’t walk away from her either.
Her thighs tightened at his hips, her legs curling around the backs of his thighs.
Her lips rubbed against his, parted and accepting, her tongue stroking against his, tasting him as he tasted her.
A rush of pure sensual adrenaline flooded his system, intoxicating him faster than liquor.
The need to have her became a furious, driving impulse he could no longer restrain.
Never, not in his entire sexual life, had he known a need such as the one he felt at this moment.
Dawn was just hours away. Darkness wrapped around them, the night spiced with summer’s heat. It met with the surging, blistering heat of their desire, flaming so bright inside them that Logan felt a moment of sharp male trepidation.
Just enough to throw the thinnest shred of reason into the mix. Enough to assure him he was getting so fucking deep over his head that drowning was an imminent possibility.
It was becoming a certainty.
Such a certainty that he found himself giving up.
Giving in.
He didn’t even have the will to fight.
The only thing left inside him was the hunger for this woman.
Releasing the tie of the robe between her breasts, he pushed the thin material over her arms. Releasing her from it, he then pushed the straps over her shoulders, lowering them slowly as she lifted her arms free as the material pooled at her hips. Within a heartbeat his hands were beneath her breasts. He had the warm, addicting weight of them filling his palms as he caught the hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Pushing her back, leaning over her, he kissed her with all the driving, destructive hunger raging inside him.
He couldn’t take her.
He wouldn’t.
God as his witness, he knew one night would never be enough. But he could have part of her.
Her pleasure.
Her cries filling his ears.
The response that filled his senses.
Before he let her go he’d have her release spilling to his lips.
“I can’t sleep for wanting you!” she cried out as his lips moved from hers to take stinging little kisses along her jaw.
Skye couldn’t restrain herself. She didn’t want to restrain herself. “I toss and turn and tell myself there was no way it was that good.”
She was tortured by the memory of it, by the hunger to have it again.
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, and the torment in his gaze sliced through her soul.
“It was really that good, wasn’t it, Logan?”
She knew it was. The taste of it was on her lips again, the flaming need for it rushing through her body again.
“It was just that and fucking better,” he growled, and for some reason the thought that the words were all but forced from him struck her mind. It filled her with a feminine fear that he would leave her aching again. Leave her desperate for a release she couldn’t reach on her own.
He couldn’t leave her aching.
Logan watched her eyes, felt her hands as she pulled at his T-shirt and clawed at the material until he was jerking it from his body.
He could see the sensual pain raging through her.
As he disposed of his shirt then eased the gown
from her hips to drop to the floor, he knew he would ensure she never forgot this night, or the pleasure he was going to give her.
She would never forget him or how much he needed her touch.
His lips lowered to the hard, pointed tip of a nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
Soft, feminine growls of demand left her lips as her hands moved to his head, speared through his hair, and held on tight. Held him closer to her.
As he sucked at the sweet flesh, tasted her, burned for her, he felt himself falling into that pit of uncontrolled need.
His.
The thought raged through him as he fought to reject it.
His.
The demand tore at him.
Ah God, giving her up, letting her go, would kill him.
If nothing else, tonight, he would have her pleasure.
Skye gasped, fighting to throttle the cries welling in her throat as Logan gripped her hips and dragged them to the edge of the center work counter. Gripping her thighs, he pulled back as his tongue stroking, working over her nipple demandingly. His hand slid up her thigh, moving slowly, so damned slowly, to the core of torturous need.
Her clit was so swollen she could barely stand the pain of need. She’d never in her life known a hunger for a man that had her body so sensitive, her pussy so wet.
She was so slick and heated that when his fingers met the highest part of her thigh it was awaiting him.
She couldn’t contain her moan or the shift of her hips as she arched to get closer, to feel his touch there, on the most sensitive part of her body. To feel his fingers caressing her—penetrating her.
She needed it. Needed it like she had never needed anything in her life.
“Please!” The word, a hoarse, desperate cry, fell from her lips before she could stop it as she felt his fingers brush against the soft, bare flesh of the inner lips.
Strong male teeth gripped her nipple erotically before his head turned to find its mate, sucking it into his mouth with the same hungry force that he had used on the first.
Emerald-green eyes glittered from behind the ridiculously long dark blond lashes, gleaming with lust as he raked the tip of her nipple with his tongue.
Skye arched again, knowing he would die if he stopped, knowing that the almost-teasing brush of his fingers against the saturated flesh between her thighs was driving her insane.
“Logan, please!” she cried out as she felt those diabolic fingers part her, the tips of two caressing a slow, agonizing circle of flames around her clit.
The little bud clenched, throbbed, the need for release building in it with painful intensity.
“Please!” she cried out again.
“Please what, Skye?” Dark, rough, the question was whispered against the slope of her breast as he rubbed the short growth of his beard against it. “Tell me what you want, baby. Give me that at least.”
“Please stop teasing me, Logan.” Her fingers kneaded against his scalp as he caressed the flesh between her breasts with his beard.
“How am I teasing you, Skye?” he demanded, his voice a gravelly sound of increasing lust. “Tell me where I’m teasing you.”
“Damn you, Logan!” she cried out.
“No, give it to me,” he suddenly snarled, his head rising, his expression tight, flushed with sexual heat. “Tell me what you fucking want. What you feel. Give me the words, Skye. Give me that pleasure.”
He needed it, she realized.
For some reason, he needed to hear the words.
“I need your fingers,” she gasped as those wicked fingers stroked down the slick slit of her pussy.
“How do you need them?” he demanded. “Tell me how you need them.”
She’d sworn if he ever had her, once would never be enough. She was going to keep that promise.
“Fuck me, Logan,” she whispered, excitement beginning to build with a rush of sexually charged adrenaline. “Fuck me with your fingers. Use your lips and tongue on my clit. I’ve dreamed of your lips and tongue between my thighs—” She arched with a strangled cry as he began kissing slowly, teasingly, down her body. “I dream of it while I try to find my own pleasure. But my fingers aren’t good enough. And your mouth and tongue aren’t there to complete it.”
The rumbling, desperate male growl against the sensitive flesh of her belly as her womb clenched in desperate response.
“I’m going to eat you like my favorite treat.” There was the slightest hint of male tease in his tone mixed with the gravelly sound of increasing lust. “Slow and easy, baby. I’m going to lick all that sweet cream, suck at that pretty clit, and fuck your pussy until you’re clawing at me to come.”
Her hips arched, a cry raking from her throat at the sensual threat.
“Oh God, please, yes.” She couldn’t hold back the plea. “Just like that, Logan. That’s what I need. I dare you to make me beg.”
His lips brushed at the top of her thigh, kissed lower, until she felt his heated breath ruffling the short, well-trimmed curls just above her clit.
A second later she swore she was going to die. Her orgasm nearly exploded through her as he delivered a stinging, blissfully heated kiss to her clit.
He sucked it between his lips only to release it just as quickly while sensation raked through her senses with blazing promise.
Then his tongue came out to play and nothing else existed; nothing else could penetrate the cloud of a pleasure so extreme that Skye knew she would never be the same again.
CHAPTER SIX
Sensations crowded, one on top of the other, and rushed through Skye’s body as she felt Logan’s lips, his tongue, and the heated confines of his mouth torturing the swollen bud of her clit. Lower, his fingers parted the silken smooth flesh of her pussy and with slow, incremental thrusts began to push their way into the clenched, snug entrance of her vagina.
It was like being tortured with pleasure.
Lifting her legs as he bent to her, her knees bending, he placed her feet on his shoulders with a rough order to keep them there as he dragged one of the nearby stools into position for him to sit comfortably as he did as he had promised.
Eat her like his favorite treat.
As two fingers worked slowly to stretch the unused muscles of her vagina, his tongue licked, stroked, caressed, and rubbed through her slit before doing the same to her tortured clitoris.
It had been years since she’d had the time or even the inclination to search for a lover. One-night stands really weren’t something she felt she could deal with, so she had never gone after them.
She wasn’t about to go after one now.
Before the night was over, once he was finished driving her insane with his mouth, then she would do what she had been fantasizing about doing to him for months.
Driving him insane with her mouth. Tasting him as he tasted her. Filling her mouth with his cock and feeling him come as undone as she was coming herself.
“Logan!” she all but screamed his name as his tongue pressed more firmly against her clit and rubbed against it erotically. His fingers were creating an exciting, exquisite pleasure-pain inside her vagina.
He stroked inside her pussy with little more than the tips of his fingers before parting them and aiding the tight entrance in relaxing.
She’d never known she’d become so snug that just the width of his finger would feel as thick as the first lover she’d taken almost ten years before. That or the need to draw Logan farther inside her had tightened the muscles further.
She wasn’t sure which. She found she didn’t care.
She could feel her juices flowing, aiding the penetration and the heat his touch was arousing.
His lips and tongue were wicked instruments of torture, never quite allowing her to climax but keeping her poised at the precipice and begging to fall into the maelstrom.
Clenching her fingers in his hair, she fought to draw in a ragged breath as his tongue nudged at her clit again. With just the tip stiffened, his tongue then slid lower
as his fingers released her.
“Oh God, Logan.” Her hips arched as his tongue speared inside her. “Please. Please more.”
She was already begging and didn’t even give a damn.
He delved deep, causing her juices to flow faster as he licked and stroked, using his tongue to fuck her with slow, deliberate thrusts as he tasted her with erotic intent.
She’d never known pleasure like this could exist outside a book. And she’d read plenty of those books. She’d always seen the descriptions as the fantasy women wanted rather than the reality that could actually be out there.
It was reality. Right here in Logan’s arms was the fantasy she’d only read about, fantasized about.
He was taking his slow, sweet time as he tasted her, as he fucked her with his tongue and refused to hurry no matter how much she begged.
It was his hands holding her legs in place as she strained beneath his touch, and when his tongue licked through the parted folds once more it was his fingers pushing deeper inside her.
Her hips were rolling, twisting, forcing each shallow thrust to go deeper as Skye fought to reach the climax that remained just out of reach.
She was certain she would die if he kept teasing her. She would die if he stopped. And if he would just give her a moment to find her release, then maybe she could live the fantasy she had played in her head for so many months and drive him just as crazy.
Logan heard the shattered cries that fell from Skye’s lips and nearly lost his control to the point that he swore he was going to come in his jeans.
Hell, he’d never done that, even as a randy teenager with his first lover.
But Skye did things to him that didn’t make sense. She made him break his own rules, made him hunger when he knew he shouldn’t, and made him desperate to have what he knew he couldn’t have.
Easing farther inside her, he had to remind himself that taking her wouldn’t be rushed. If the feel of her tight inner muscles was any indication, it had been years since she had had a lover. Far too many years for the size and hardness of his cock if he weren’t careful.