She relaxed her hold, kept only one hand on his butt, so she could tease him with the other. She fluttered her fingers over him, loving the sensation of steely muscle beneath hair-roughened skin. Loved it how he flinched then hissed again as she sucked, then slid. She listened close, learning him as she alternated between pulling back and kissing, and going deep to squeeze and suck.
She skimmed her hand over his upper thighs, his balls, up to his taut abs. Feathering lightly, rubbing firmly, she toyed with him.
Now she understood why he’d wanted to hear her take her pleasure from him. Hearing him mutter her name—until he could no longer mutter words—made her blood burn. Her heart thudded, swelling ‘til she feared it might burst. Because this was absolute pleasure for her—seeing him tremble under her touch. Feeling his pleasure. The vibrations reverberated through her as she worked him faster.
“Too much. Min. This is too much,” he panted, his hips jerking.
She didn’t stop. Wasn’t ever stopping.
She felt his hands fisting in her hair, felt the tremors racking his large frame, the uncontrollable thrusting of his cock. And she sure wasn’t stopping now.
Faster, faster, she pumped with her hand and her lips sealed tight around him. Until she heard the moan as he hoarsely called out for her.
Finally, she tasted the hot spurts of his satisfaction.
“Hell, Min,” he muttered breathlessly.
Thrilled, she released him and he hurriedly turned and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You okay?” She smiled up at him.
“Light-headed,” he half-laughed. His body shuddered as he drew in a deep breath. But when he looked at her, it was with a troubled expression. “You didn’t have to do that because you think I’m used to semi porn star lovers.”
She was startled into a laugh. “Logan, I wanted to do that. I liked it.”
But his frown only deepened. “You liked almost being suffocated by my dick.”
“You’re big but you’re not that big.” She rolled her eyes and teased him. “I could still breathe.” She stood and pushed his shoulders, taking him by surprise so he fell back onto the bed. She laughed as she quickly straddled him. Bending over him she braced her hands either side of his head, just as he’d done so many times to her. “I wanted to do it because you’ve done it for me so many times. I liked giving you pleasure.”
He still didn’t look happy.
So she took his hand and put it between her legs. Let him feel for himself how hot and wet and close to coming she was.
“It turned me on,” she whispered, all husky woman to hide the stutter that was close because she was more emotional than she wanted to admit. “Feeling you like that—all powerful but out of control—because of me? Because of how I made you feel?” She shook her head. “Ultimate turn on.” She circled her hips. “Honestly? It was for me as much as for you.”
“That’s what it is for me,” he confessed raggedly. “I’ve never felt as hot as I do with you.”
He lifted his other hand and ran his thumb over her lips roughly. Then she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Using that as her gag. She groaned as she sucked, as he flicked his fingers inside her.
It felt so good it was enough to send her insane.
She pushed down on him, grinding. His breathing deepened, he hardened.
“Sheath me,” he growled.
Logan tensed as Min rolled the condom down him cruelly slow, the most ruthlessly teasing look in her eyes. It was official, she was going to kill him—death by pleasure. He figured it was the best ever way to go.
“Don’t be afraid of being raw with me,” he told her. Of being her absolute, beautiful self.
He lifted her to straddle him and slid his thumb back in her mouth, then filled her body.
And the suction? He arched, pleasure rippling as she clenched on him with her hot, wet body. Delirious with lust, he listened to her animal moans as he thrust harder, faster. Then he switched the rhythm to keep her guessing, rouse her higher.
Her hair tumbled around them, like a curtain keeping the rest of the world out. Her hands were wild on his body, her hips tormented him, her eyes gleamed like a feral cat’s—wild and free. She’d let go entirely.
It was the greatest experience of his life.
All he wanted was more.
Greed. Gluttony. Lust. All the wicked things, all the wild pleasure. Nothing, no one, had ever felt as good as he did this second. He wanted her like this again and again and again.
It should have ended it. He should be satisfied. But all it did was make him more of a slave to her. Desperate to feed her desire, assuage the craving that she had for him. It was glorious.
Relentless energy surged through him. This was what he wanted. Min all over him. Min out of control. Loving Min.
So many things to fill her mouth—his cock, his tongue, his fingers. She sucked on them all. He stroked and teased, kissed and tormented. Until he ground deep as he could, rocking against her. Trying to get closer, harder, faster... until the intensity overtook him and all he could do was pound like an animal muttering her name over and over and over. Because this was what he’d wanted, Min with him. Min free with him.
She shook beneath him, her body jerking in violent shudders. She thrashed so wildly he could no longer hold her. She threw back her head, her mouth free of any gag. And screamed.
For one beautiful second Logan froze. Locked deep inside, he looked down at her uninhibited beauty.
She was a tempest in his bedroom. In his soul.
And that sound? The rawness rang in his ears. It was so real, so rare, it hurt. His eyes closed as a feeling so hot rose in him. Uncontrollable.
All finesse was lost, as fulfillment, pride and pleasure tore through him.
It didn’t last long enough. It wasn’t enough.
But he slumped, weaker than he’d been in his life. Worse than any race. Utterly wiped out. It was all he could do to shift to lie beside her, to draw her to him.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, her eyes drifting shut.
“You’re beautiful.” He gently kissed her swollen mouth and settled her in his arms. He needed her there.
She was so lax, so tired. So sweet. He loved holding her half draped over him, her body blanketing, her hair so silky he wanted to drown in it.
“I couldn’t think why I was denying myself anymore,” she whispered sleepily.
“Denying yourself what?” he murmured, smoothing the tips of his fingers down her spine—the only physical movement he could manage.
“The pleasure.”
The physical pleasure she got from him.
He liked that she enjoyed him so much, of course he did. But inside? Inside he ached. It was that empty corner in his chest where his heart was missing a piece. All she thought he had to offer was that pleasure. She didn’t see anything more in him to want. To need.
To love.
All anyone had ever wanted from him, was elite physical performance.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
#Unexpected
“Babe,” Logan murmured in Min’s ear. “We have to go back, I’ve got meetings I can’t miss.”
He so didn’t want to leave, but he’d been pushing it stealing this night as it was. “We’ll come back soon.”
Really, really soon. He’d always loved this place, now it was officially paradise.
She opened her beautiful green eyes, sleepy contentment gleamed in them.
He felt like beating his chest and roaring like some gorilla who’d won a mighty battle. The urge to do it all again bit deep. But he couldn’t blow off his colleagues. He’d already postponed it a day.
Back in Manhattan, he took the taxi to the apartment and made sure Min got in safely, before heading to company headquarters and settling into the planning conference for the upcoming season.
It took too long. They worked through lunch, dinner.
It didn’t help that Min sent him sexy texts every half hour on the dot. A
ll the things she reckoned she’d been saying when she’d had the gag in her mouth.
He broke into a sweat. Aching. Almost at the point of seeking self-satisfaction in the bathroom so he had a hope of concentrating on the rest of the meetings.
But he didn’t. He had control, right? That was the one thing she’d taught him. The benefit of restraint. The pleasure of waiting, only for her.
Finally he texted, he was on his way.
She was waiting just the other side of his front door when he got there. Naked, save for a sultry smile. He slammed the door behind him and grappled with his jeans, desperate to get free. God, he’d never wanted a woman like this—so passionate. So delighted. So desperate.
Only she suddenly hissed his name. He glanced up and clocked her startled expression. It took him another moment to realize someone was banging on the door.
“Damn it.” Logan looked to the ceiling and growled. So fucking frustrated. He’d been desperate for this moment all day, and all day it seemed everything had conspired to keep him from her.
Who the hell was banging on his door at this time of night? Where was the building security? He winced as he did his jeans back up and pulled his shirt out and over to cover himself.
Min laughed and ran down into his bedroom, out of sight.
“Who is it?” Logan jerked the door open and stared blankly at slim figure standing on the other side. His sister? Oh lord, no. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Dani blinked at him. “I... came to stay.”
“What?”
“I can’t go back to college. I can’t stay at Summerhill.”
“Well you can’t stay here, either.” Now was not the time, now was his time. With Min.
But he saw the crestfallen look in his sister’s eyes. Damn.
“Sorry, it was a bad moment.” He rubbed his hands over his face and tried to pull on an apologetic smile.
The moment had been killed.
He stood back to let her in. “Come in. Quickly.”
“I’m sorry,” Dani sounded upset as she scuttled past him like she was afraid he was going to change his mind and slam the door in her face. “I should have called. But I didn’t want you to say no.”
He gritted his teeth. He’d have said no alright. He still was. But he was going to have to do it tomorrow. He drew a deep breath and took her bag from her. “Look, it’s late. I’ve had a long day at work, you look like you’ve had a long day travelling. Go to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She studied his face for a moment. “Okay.”
He walked her to the second guest room and put her bag inside the door. “Here you go, shower, rest.” He frowned. “You need food?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You sure?” He struggled to relax. “We can get something...”
“It’s okay.”
She slipped into the room and closed the door.
Logan stared at it for a second. Feeling guilty, thwarted, stupidly sort of hurt.
He’d wanted to work on Min. Wanted to go deeper, talk more. Make her open up. And yeah, make her scream some more. But with his kid sister sleeping two doors down? All the progress he’d made in the last twenty-four hours was going to be wiped out.
Hell he was selfish.
His phone buzzed. Logan glanced at the screen and answered right away, turning away from Dani’s door and walking down the hall to his own room. “Hi Connor, she’s with me.”
“You’ve got Dani?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank God.” Connor sighed harshly. “One missing sibling is enough for me to handle in one week.”
“Yeah, well, sorry. But as it turns out, I wasn’t missing. And nor is Dani. I’ll send her back tomorrow.”
“What’s she doing there?”
“Some shit about quitting college. Not gonna happen.” He hadn’t achieved higher-level qualifications because he’d gone straight from the slopes to creating the Summerhill equipment brand, but it wasn’t a path he’d recommend. Even with the trust fund that Dani was coming into eventually, she needed to make her own way and learn to manage her assets. Staying at college was the best way for her to do that. And given she was super-freaking-smart, he’d have thought she’d know that. He wasn’t going to let her make the same mistakes he had. The longer she was safely shut away, the better.
“I’ll call you tomorrow once I’ve talked to her.” Logan rang off.
Finally, he walked into to his bedroom. Min was no longer naked, no longer smiling with that sultry heat. She was belted up in his robe, and looking concerned.
“Is Dani okay?” she asked.
Yeah, Min was too sweet. And he was too selfish.
He’d just gotten her to himself and she was worrying about his sister. Nice, but not what he wanted.
“You want me to talk to her?” she asked.
“No,” he snapped. He wanted Min to stay with him. He drew a breath and sighed. “Sorry. She’s fine. She’ll get it together, tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.”
He just had to get beside her. Inside her. He couldn’t stand to be apart another second longer.
He was desperate. How he’d managed to resist her for so long? If he’d known how good he felt with her, he never would’ve survived. He’d have been on his knees begging that first night.
But he hadn’t known her then, the way he did now. He hadn’t known how smart she was, how funny. How tough. How vulnerable.
He kissed her, but pulled back and gritted his teeth, hurriedly stripping himself. He needed to be naked. Now.
She’d been right. Sex had always been his escape. He’d never gone for drugs, or drinking to excess. It was all about the physical pleasure.
Maybe he’d needed that break—a spot of celibacy to then appreciate the joys of the flesh again. Because sex hadn’t ever felt so good. Sex hadn’t been so much fun.
But something had changed. This pleasure was almost unbearable. This pleasure brought an edge with it—a sense of panic.
Finally naked, he pulled her close. “It feels like it’s been forever.”
She laughed softly. “Poor you. A few hours and you’re that deprived?”
“And we have to be quiet, can you believe it?”
“Oh Logan, that a first for you?” She cupped his face. “It’s easy really.”
“We could put the TV on. Run the shower,” he groaned.
She shook her head. “You’re just going to have to suck it up and be silent.”
The best way to do that, of course, was to kiss her.
Silently he worked his way down and then back up her body. Filling his mouth with her taste, her scent, her heat.
It still wasn’t enough.
He grew frantic, frustrated. He ached to have her scream for him again, ached to have her unfettered response. Ached to lose himself in that freedom too.
“Sssshhh,” Min reached for him, drawing him to lie over her. “Slow,” she instructed.
He sighed, his muscles tensing. He needed the wildness.
But she framed his face with her hands, holding him so he had to look into her eyes. No hardship, he realized. She had the most beautiful eyes.
He watched the emotions flicker over her face as she widened her legs for him and lifted her hips, as he slowly penetrated her. He breathed out, control seemed to return.
“Feels g-good,” she whispered. “Feels so g-g-good with you.”
She’d spoken. Now she sighed. Soft, but audible for him. No gag necessary for her to feel free. She wasn’t afraid to just let herself be. Sigh. Say.
Embrace him.
Nothing held back now.
He nodded. Suddenly he was the one unable to answer because the desperation fell away and all that was left was the emotion. So huge, so all encompassing, he daren’t name it.
But he delighted in her words, in her touch, in this basic togetherness. They connected, pulled back only to rejoin, moving as one in the slowest, sweetest dance. And all the while he looked into her
eyes, reading hers. Embracing the ultimate communication.
So simple. So slow. So perfect.
“Min,” he breathed.
In the smallest hours of the night, at the peak of unutterable pleasure, the closeness overwhelmed him.
“I. Love...” He paused, fists clenching, pushed too far beyond his limits. “This.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
#ThingsIWishIdNeverSaid
Logan dragged himself from bed the next morning. So didn’t want to. So just wanted to stay buried in those coverings, buried in Min. Only she was curled away from him in a sleepy bundle. Exhausted.
He knew the feeling.
“You rest,” he whispered to her. “Work in the office if you want. I have to go back to the never-ending meeting.”
He hoped she’d sleep for another couple hours yet. And then she’d work on her web updates. He didn’t want her to think beyond the next few hours, or the end of their ‘engagement’.
He didn’t want to think about it yet. Because he didn’t know how this should progress. All he knew was that it couldn’t be over between them yet.
She didn’t answer him but he didn’t stop to look back, or he’d never leave.
He glanced at Dani’s closed bedroom door, decided he’d check in with her later.
He glared at the photographer loitering outside the apartment building. No smile for the shots the man took. From his taxi he texted Dani, telling her to stay indoors and to tell Min to stay indoors too. He didn’t want the guy bothering either of them.
In the office he worked quickly, trying to push the agenda along, trying to delegate to Tyler, but there was no getting out of pitch meetings early. He owed them his attention. He owed it to himself. Choosing total single-minded focus, he worked through lunch, no interruptions. No rest. Relentless.
Finally on his way home, later than he’d wanted, he called Rocco. “I need your help.”
“What’s up?”
“It’s Dani.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She turned up unannounced late last night. Apparently she’s quitting college and coming to live here.”
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