“Would have been worth it.”
She pressed her forehead to his. “Take me home with you and show me.”
He groaned and gripped her ass, to tip her hips so his shaft rubbed along the heart of her. “Yes.” His mouth was aggressive and his embrace a breath away from brutal. “One more song, then just us.” He set her down. “Don’t move.”
Her chest heaved with the inability to catch her breath. “Not moving.”
So not moving.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
High on the crowd, on the magic and sexual current of a perfect show, he went back on stage with Izzy’s taste on his tongue. He lifted his hand over his head and made a whirling gesture.
Zeke swore and ducked back out for a different guitar. Under the cover of darkness, he felt the rumble of Emerson’s bass and then Nash at the ivories. When Zeke and Johnny’s guitars joined in, he sauntered up to the mic.
He hurtled the first verse into the darkness. The crowd erupted and the lights flared as he, Johnny and Lindsey went into the second verse of “Come Together”.
Still no sign of her—of Aimee.
He wound his hips in a slow circle as Johnny and Zeke hammered out a lengthy solo. He caught a pair of topaz eyes from the shadows of backstage. He performed for her. Lowered his voice and turned a song that had many interpretations into one that he could pour his frustrations and joy into.
The show infused him with a freedom he hadn’t felt in too many months to count. When the song ended, they gathered at the front of the stage and bowed. The thunderous applause seeped into him. He smiled and waved to the crowd and turned to her.
Right now, it was all about Izzy.
“Where are you going? Aren’t we going to celebrate?”
Logan grinned at Zeke. “Oh, I am. And if you know what’s good for you, all of you will steer clear of the house for the next few hours.”
Zeke laughed. “All right. I’ll spread the word. I’m sure we can find something to keep us busy until this sleepy little town closes down.”
Logan didn’t even bother commenting. He found Izzy at the edge of the stage and linked their fingers. He drew her into the bowels of backstage, to the door that lead to the small parking lot they’d corded off for a quick getaway.
He opened the driver’s side door and lifted her inside. Christ, what was she wearing? Shorts. Leather shorts. A long expanse of tanned thigh made his mouth water as she slid across the seat.
He got in after her, found his keys in the ashtray, and started the truck. “Anyone looking for you?”
“I came with Nic and Adam, but I texted them not to wait for me.”
“Good.” He reached across the seat and palmed the back of her head, dragging her to his mouth. The clash of lips and tongues revved his already molten blood to red-line levels. He ripped his mouth from hers. “Not sure the gentlemanly side of me is home right now.”
She lifted the hem of his shirt up, scraping her teeth over his pecs. She peered up at him in the dome-light. Her attention to his nipple made him hiss and tighten his grip on her hair. “Leave him outside. We don’t need him tonight.” She pulled his shirt back down, flicking her nail around his nipple. She tugged the collar lower so she could get to his neck. “I’m so amped right now.”
“Adrenaline.”
She licked her way up his throat to his ear. “I like it. Drive fast.”
His dick pulsed in time with his racing heart. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will.” She slid to her side of the bench seat and crossed her legs.
He drove. Evidently they were both of a same mind tonight. Blood swelled and lengthened him, his cock hardening until the throbbing was the only thing keeping him together.
If he didn’t pull it together he was going to go off in her like a fucking fourteen year old with his first taste of pussy. He took the old access road around the Bennett farm and managed to skip most of the foot traffic on Main Street. It took everything to concentrate on navigating the winding roads that climbed to his cabin.
Even the rush of the falls couldn’t sway him from his goal. He pushed his engine for more, to go faster, and the truck roared up the steep incline. Finally, they came to his gate. He stopped to put his access code in, then parked as close to the house as he could. He rounded the truck, lifted her out, and slammed the door.
She backed her way up the long walkway that lead to his front door. The floodlights highlighted the curve of her bare shoulder, the tips of her breasts that stood out under the tissue paper fine material of her shirt.
With a smirk, she hooked her finger into his belt loop and led him up the flagstone steps. He felt eyes on them. His spine tingled at the ever present telephoto lens tainting her playful seduction.
Instead of ruining her fun, he quickened their steps to the door where thick vegetation hid them. He placed his palm on the scanner, heard the click of the locks disengaging, and hoisted her up. Butter soft leather slid along his palms as she hiked herself higher on his waist. The heel of her shoes dug into backs of his thighs, but he ignored it in favor of her wicked mouth.
He tipped his head up to catch her smile. He wanted to taste that excitement. Formalities fell by the wayside as he climbed the stairs. Wine, whisky, water—he should have offered her something. He couldn’t wrap his head around the English language just then.
At the top of the stairs, she wiggled down. He felt along the wall to turn on lights, but she shook her head. “I like the moonlight.” She drew him deeper into the atrium. “I came out here that first night. You were asleep on one of the couches.”
He groaned. “I wanted you so much that night. I finished a bottle of whisky so I wouldn’t go in your room.”
She lifted his t-shirt and Logan grasped the material between his shoulder blades to help her. Up, and over his head, the sweat-drenched shirt dropped to the floor. She lowered her mouth to his belly and he hissed out a breath.
Silvery moonlight glinted off the curve of her cheek and made her eyes shine in the darkness. Otherworldly. Like a witch that had complete control of him. She smiled up at him and used the tip of her tongue to draw a line up the middle ridge of his abs, then over to his nipple.
She slowly turned them until a leather chair bumped the back of his knees. She pushed him down and knelt between his thighs. She raked the tops of his thighs through the microfiber material of his pants. With a flattened palm on his belly, she inched higher.
Moonlight teased the line of his silver chain, drawing her attention to it. She drew a half circle around the small charm that sat between his pecs. Many people asked about his necklace and he rarely gave an answer. But she didn’t ask. She trailed the back of her hand up his belly to the charm and then the pads of her fingers on the return trip down.
Two passes, and she was getting ever closer to the sliding hook of his dress pants. His cock was excruciatingly hard. He wished he was strong enough to hold back the groans, but what man could when a beautiful woman was teasing him within an inch of his life?
Finally, she grasped the material and peeled it open. She twirled her tongue along the thin line of hair that gathered under his navel. She lightly grazed her nails across his belly to his ribs and around his back.
“Lift.”
The word, so simple, and yet it spiked his temperature and sweat popped out along his brow. He wanted her mouth on him more than breath, but he was far too close to the edge right now.
When he didn’t move, her nails dug into his skin. “I want you in my mouth, Logan. Didn’t we agree to kick the gentleman side of you to the curb tonight?”
“Jesus,” he hissed and lifted his ass off the chair.
She tugged his pants over his cheeks and down his legs. Instead of letting the material pool to the floor, she whipped them off his feet and over her shoulder. She nosed her way up his legs, nipped the inside of his thigh which made him jump and his cock tighten painfully up against his belly.
Her breath fanned hot across his balls before s
he used the wide, flat of her tongue to stroke up his sac.
Part of him wanted to grip her hair and pull her over the aching head of his cock, but the other half wanted to know just what she’d do. To control himself through this delicious form of torture, he lifted his arms over his head to grip the cushion.
She turned her head so her lips hugged the base of his cock. Slowly, with excruciating thoroughness, she swirled her tongue along the vein that traveled the length of his shaft. Stroke, then suction, stroke, then suction until her tongue traced the ridge where his head met shaft.
He rolled his hips involuntarily until she finally circled his shaft with her fingers, pulling him away from the searing heat of his belly. Sweat sheened his body as he vibrated against the need to take control. To let her touch him on her own terms.
When she sucked him inside the recess of her mouth as deep as she could, he let out an agonized breath, letting go of the cushion to twine his fingers into her hair. Silky black strands stuck to her cheek as she bobbed up and down on his shaft.
He pushed them back, tightening his hold at the base of her neck. She stared up at him as she allowed him to guide her up and down. His balls tightened with each stroke as she took him just a little deeper with each pass.
Finally, she couldn’t take any more of him and hummed around his cock and increased her suction. The atrium got slowly darker as he went from enjoyment to impairment.
The night sounds faded away, her moans dissipated, and there was nothing but the roar of blood rushing through his head as he jerked under her. She pressed the flat of her hand over his belly and milked him with her mouth, with her fingers, with her tongue.
When he came back to himself she was nuzzling along his belly and lazily licking his spent cock. He cupped her cheek, tracing the pad of his thumb along her lower lip. Her mouth was swollen, and smudged crescents of her mascara bruised the fragile flesh under her eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Pleasure ghosted over her face followed by a wry smirk. “You say that to any woman who—”
He put his finger over her lips to halt her words. Clichés were alive in his industry for a reason. What she’d done was different. It was given freely and without ulterior motive or showboating. And it had been the first time, in a very long time, that something had been really pure in his life.
Saying that to her would make her run for the door.
Because he’d have to explain the reasons behind that kind of statement. And right now she was untouched by his ugly life. He wanted her to stay that way more than he’d realized. Enough that he was willing to bury that side of him in favor of this new reality.
This woman that made him feel so much more than the void and anger he’d been swimming in.
So much so, that he wanted to imprint himself on her body, her mind, and maybe…just maybe, her heart.
He sat forward and rubbed her nose with his. “You’re not some random woman. And from the very first time I touched you, we became a helluva lot more than two people rubbing against each other until it felt good.”
Her eyes widened, then went soft. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.” He stood and drew her up with him. Then hooked his arm around her knees and tucked his shoulder into her. She let out a whooping laugh as he tossed her over his shoulder. “Now, we shower then raid the kitchen.”
“I’m not the one that got all sweaty.”
“You will be in about five minutes.”
∞ ♦ ∞
Logan’s long stride took them from the atrium to a hallway. One that was on the opposite side of the house. She didn’t realize the bedrooms could be that stretched out in a house. It was practically a separate wing.
She took the opportunity to slide her hands down his lower back to his truly spectacular ass. It was tight and muscular and hella spankable. She popped him good and he grunted.
When he took a right and light exploded around her, she winced. She rather liked the moonlit room. She was currently facing the wrong way to truly appreciate the room. Doorway was quite nice though. The walls were a deep suede brown with warm pine accents. “Gorgeous room, Logan.”
“Who cares?”
She landed on the bed with an oof.
“This, right here, better view.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Is that right?” For the first time, she could really look her fill at Logan. The man could wear the hell out of a pair of jeans, and he rocked the man in black look, but naked…wow.
Wide shoulders and defined arms tapered to a densely muscled belly. Not the muscles of a gym guy that was looking to define every muscle group known to man. No, Logan was solid. With each breath, his ab muscles rippled under the surface.
She smiled as his cock hardened before her eyes. Lengthening and thickening until she had to swallow. She’d tasted that. Her mouth and jaw could attest to just how impressive he was. But here, with the warm glow of his room, there were no shadows and quick fumbling fingers.
His fingers fisted at his sides and his thighs flexed.
No, those hands could take their time. If she could stand it. She ached in so many places. Her breasts felt too heavy and her pussy swollen and God, she was wet. All it took was a kiss to get her started, but tasting him, feeling him tremble and tighten under touch…she was so beyond sane at that moment.
“Are you done looking?”
“No.”
He moved toward her, kneeling on the end of the bed. “It’s only fair I get the same look-see.” His thick, scarred fingers were deft on her belt, buttons and zippers. But he slowed his perusal as he drew down her shorts.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken time with her shower routine, but just then she was glad she’d taken the time to exfoliate until she’d been pink, then gone hog wild with lotion. When Logan groaned as he drew his fingers down her belly to her thighs and then made a return trip, she vowed to make the time from now on.
He leaned over her, pushed her tank up along the way before he covered her nipple with his warm mouth. The little charm he wore hung between them as he flipped her shirt off. His smooth belly and chest rubbed along every inch of her before he settled his weight between her thighs. His cock was trapped between them, the thick ridges burning into her skin.
Restless, she shifted under him. The slow seduction was a surprise after the way they’d been in the truck. She was fairly certain that she’d go out of her mind if he kept her on this fuzzy edge of lust. She needed to be filled, needed his weight, but most of all she needed the power of him.
He pressed a kiss under her jaw. “Keep that up and that gentlemanly half of me is going to get booted out of here again.”
“Good.” Logan braced himself on his elbows. She raked her nails over the insanely solid arms to his shoulders. “I need you, Logan. Hard.” She brushed her cheek against his scruffy jaw, her lips at his ear. “Don’t hold back.”
He was careful with her. Always so careful. She wanted that part of him from the stage when he’d finally unleashed on her after rehearsal. She wanted that man that growled lyrics into the night.
She coasted her hand down his back to his ass and dug her fingers into his cheek, rubbing her body along his. His breathing grew harsh, he pressed her to the bed with his hips and rose over her.
Wild green eyes held her there. His jaw flexed as he slid down her body. He watched her as he scraped his beard around her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed at the abrasion only to pop back open when he flicked his tongue over her nipple. Around and around with the tease of scruff warming her skin.
She arched, her nails biting into his back. He clamped a hand over each of her wrists and pinned her to the bed. His teeth scraped over every inch of her. Breast, nipple, neck, shoulder, and belly. Open-mouthed kisses with the burn of his scruff as a chaser to each touch.
Worked up didn’t even cover it.
She tried to break free from his hold, but he was so damn strong.
Those searing green eyes watched. He studied her, attacked when he heard her make certain noises. She tried to stop her involuntary response. Nerves stretched to the limit and her ignored pussy made her insane. She was dripping wet and he wouldn’t let her move, dammit.
All she had to do was rub against him and she’d go over.
She bowed off the bed when his chin finally went low enough that he licked her belly button. She looked down at him and their gazes locked. He rose off her and let her hands go.
She scooted back on his bed and widened her legs.
“Don’t you do it.”
Her chest was heaving, her fingers hovering over her slit. “I’m going crazy.”
“You wanted me not to hold back, right?”
Breath shuddering at the over-stimulation, she let out a slow moan. He leaned over to the bedside table and opened the drawer.
God, yes. Condom. She’d get him inside her. This ache would go away, she could think again.
“Roll over, Izzy.”
“What?” That didn’t compute. Or, wait. Oh, yes. She rolled onto her knees. God, yes. He’d go so deep like that. Finally.
He pulled a pillow down and tucked it under her then closed her legs. She was down for just about anything right now. She was freaking vibrating, but she didn’t have the patience for what he was thinking.
She popped up.
He flattened his hand between her shoulder blades and straddled her thighs. “Shh. Watching you go crazy under me, all those sounds you were making, and this.” He slid two fingers inside her. “So fucking wet.”
She gripped his sheets and her shoulders crashed to the mattress. “God.” So tight. He stroked her slowly. His fingers were invasive and seemed to touch every nerve inside of her.
She pressed back on each thrust, wanting more. He dragged his lips over the back of her thigh. There was no way she could take the same treatment on her back, too. Her skin was on fire as she rubbed against his duvet. She could barely stand it.
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