The moment they exited the restaurant Logan pulled her close and lowered his mouth to hers. “You’re so gorgeous, I couldn’t resist,” he said when he broke the brief, yet tender kiss.
Imani responded by cupping his face and reconnecting her lips to his, licking into his mouth until her tongue stroked against his with a hunger that surprised her. As the intensity heightened, they melted into each other, his arms tightening around her body while his hands wandered up and down her back.
The sexual chemistry between them was intense and Imani gave a soft little moan before she slowly pulled back, reluctantly easing away from his lips. From the heated look in Logan’s eyes she could see that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“Are you ready to go back to my place?” she asked in a calm tone of voice that defied her racing pulse.
And this time she wasn’t blurting out an errant thought should have been left unsaid. She was speaking from the heart. More than anything, Imani wanted to feel Logan’s hands caressing her naked skin, his hot lips burning a trail over every inch of her body.
She wanted to connect with him on a deeply personal level, and in a way that would appease their primal urges. And she was confident that when they lay down together in bed, the friction from their hot bodies would literally set the sheets on fire.
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Imani and Logan were quiet during the ride to her place. Neither felt the need for unnecessary conversation. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel while the other stroked her long and graceful fingers. Under different circumstances his touch would have felt soothing, but after that devastating kiss they’d shared, his touch was electrical and had her entire body tingling.
Logan kept his eyes on the road, mostly. But he also managed to periodically cut his eye at Imani, and each time he looked at her she could feel the heat of his gaze. Their combined desire was palpable, hanging in the air like a thick, sensual mist. At one point, she gave his hand a tight squeeze, her way of staving off the mounting tension that was accumulating at the juncture of her thighs.
Finally, they reached her apartment and Logan stood behind her with his long arms wrapped around her as she fumbled with her keys.
“You hair smells like candy,” he said in a husky voice, moving a section of thick curls to the side as he kissed and nuzzled her neck.
For a brief moment her hands went still and she stopped struggling to get the key inside the lock. With her eyes closed, she rested against his body while his hands found their way to her breasts. He gently squeezed them through the fabric of her dress, coaxing her nipples into two hardened peaks. Simultaneously, he kissed the back of her neck and then his tongue traveled to her earlobe and meandered inside. His hands and his tongue felt so good she sucked in a deep breath and angled her head in a way that gave him better access as his moist tongue glided in and out of her ear.
The crotch of her panties was moist, and if she didn’t hurry up and get the door open it was entirely possible that she might end up tearing her clothes off outside her front door. Logan’s warm breath on her neck and the feel of his hands and his tongue had turned her into a wet inferno of desire and ravenous need. Her mind was quickly turning to mush, and she couldn’t think straight, couldn’t concentrate. Her mind was so hazy, she couldn’t perform the simple act of inserting a key into a lock.
“You need some help?” Logan offered.
“Mmm-hmm,” she said in a voice that was a soft purr.
He released his hold on her and unlocked the door.
On wobbly legs, Imani had to practically be held up by Logan as they tumbled inside her living room, drunk with lust.
“Logan,” Imani whispered.
Responding to the yearning in her voice, he lowered his head and captured her lips again. As their hot tongues lashed together, Logan’s mouth became more and more demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
And then he suddenly broke the kiss. “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.
Very much aware of the throbbing between her legs, she nodded as she reached out for him, wanting to be devoured in his kiss again.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he suggested. He took her hand and she led the way.
In the bedroom Logan leaned over and removed his shoes and socks. Next, his suit jacket and shirt came off, exposing a smooth, hairless chest with natural definition in his shoulders and arms. He flung his jacket and shirt aside and unzipped his pants. Imani’s gaze was locked on his hand as he lowered his pants and his briefs.
His sexual response to her was obvious, and her mouth watered as she took in the glory of his engorged manhood, which throbbed with urgency. She was transfixed by the sight of his arousal, and she could feel herself heating up with desire. She wanted to reach out and fondle his erection. Lovingly caress the full length of it. Feel its smooth texture, its power, and its heat.
Their eyes locked and Logan held her in his hot gaze before moving to the bed. He curled on his side and patted the comforter, gesturing for her to come and join him.
Imani went to him and he helped her out of her dress. Tossing it aside, he kissed her shoulders before removing her bra. After her breasts were freed, he cupped them, delicately at first, and then squeezed them. Lowering his head, his tongue outlined each tip before taking them in his mouth and gently sucking the twin peaks, one at a time. With a sense of desperation, he sucked and lapped at her heated flesh until Imani released a soft cry.
An excruciating rush of desire flooded her system, radiating through every cell and every nerve ending, and she lifted her chest higher, offering him a bigger mouthful. Accepting the sexy offer, Logan went from one breast to the other, sucking gently, and lathing her flesh with his warm tongue.
She shuddered and moaned and squeezed her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs intensified.
Taking notice of the location of the source of her tension, Logan pulled his mouth away from her breast and began licking a hot trail that meandered downward, past her tummy and didn’t stop until he reached her smooth, hairless mound.
Her face contorted in passion, Imani twisted and moaned as a throbbing ache began building deeper inside of her.
Knowing exactly what she needed, Logan whispered, “I got you, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and open your legs for me.”
Imani bit down on her lip as she slowly parted her legs.
Burying his face in the apex of her womanhood, Logan licked circles around her soft bud until it became firm and erect. When her juices spilled onto her delicate folds, he licked away every sweet, dewy drop before licking her wide open and sucking her until heat flared through her body with an intensity that took her to the very edge of eruption.
“Oh, my, God, you have to stop! I need you inside me, Logan,” she moaned.
Giving her exactly what she wanted, he lifted his head and climbed on top of her. He gripped her hips and raised them to him, and then slowly…tenderly, he entered her, giving her only an inch of his thickness at a time. Her insides stretched to accommodate him and when he became buried at the hilt inside of her he began to move rhythmically. A slow tempo at first and then he increased the pace. He bucked inside of her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her system. Imani’s body was suddenly hit with a powerful electrical shock that caused her muscles to clench and grip his length possessively. As waves of pleasure consumed her body, she cried out his name. As she gave in to the powerful orgasm that ripped through her body, consuming every part of her, she moaned and mumbled—no longer able to express herself coherently.
Logan was right behind her, breathing hard and pumping fast. Moments later she heard him make a guttural growl and then she felt the heat of his release.
He collapsed on top of her and their hearts pounded together. Eventually he rolled off of her, but kept her locked inside his arms. Thoroughly satiated, Imani snuggled against Logan. His manly scent, the strength of his masculine physique, and the w
armth of his body heat were comforting and put a pleasant smile on her lips as she slowly drifted to sleep.
Her last conscious thought was: I’m so lonely; I wish Logan would make love to me like that. Disturbed by the strange thought that had popped into her mind, she wanted to bolt upright and shake herself fully awake, but drowsiness took over. As if she’d been injected with a heavy dosage of propofol or some other powerful anesthetic, it seemed like a dark curtain fell inside her mind, instantly cutting off her consciousness.
CHAPTER 12
The merge with Imani was surprisingly effortless. One moment Mila was outside of Imani’s body, gazing with envy at her and Logan entwined in each other’s arms, and the next moment she had become Imani.
For the past few days, she had stalked Imani relentlessly, waiting for her cheerful mood to change to a lower vibration. But it never happened. Imani had remained in a constant state of bliss as she eagerly anticipating her second date with Logan. As long as Imani was feeling upbeat and optimistic it was impossible for Mila to inhabit her body. She had considered deliberately spooking Imani in order to frazzle her nerves and therefore lowering her vibration, but Iman’s response to supernatural events was so extreme that Mila feared she might send her over the edge if she scared her again. And going over the edge could result in Imani being locked away in a mental health facility. The last thing Mila wanted was to merge with a person who didn’t have the freedom to come and go at will.
And so Mila had waited and watched—biding her time for the right moment to arise.
She had felt somewhat guilty this evening when she observed Imani and Logan making love. It wasn’t like her to behave like a voyeur during such intimate moments between two people, but she was mesmerized and couldn’t tear her gaze away. While in the midst of their powerful lovemaking session, Mila realized that she was as attracted to Logan as Imani was.
Apparently, the moment it occurred to Mila that she wanted Logan to make love to her, Imani somehow heard her thoughts and went into a panic, and Imani’s terror at over hearing Mila’s words inside her head instantly lowered her vibration and allowed Mila to merge with her.
Elated to be in possession of Imani’s body, Mila gazed around the darkened bedroom in awe. Although she’d been inside Imani’s bedroom numerous times while she followed her around, she was now looking at the surroundings from an entirely different perspective and through a different set of eyes.
She held out an arm and blinked at the slender brown arm that was stretched out before her. Remembering that she was now a black woman, she quickly ran a hand through her hair and was surprised by the kinky texture. Being a black woman would take some getting used to, she determined with a faint smile.
She shot a glance at Logan who was lying right beside her. She gazed appreciatively at his long physique and she hesitantly reached out and grazed her fingers against his hair and it was an extraordinary feeling to be able to touch again.
It seemed like ages since she’d touched solid matter, and she immediately began patting the soft fabric of the comforter. She twisted around and touched the leather headboard.
She swung her legs off the bed and pressed her feet into the fluffy rug beside the bed, and was once again startled by her ebony skin. She gazed at the teal-colored nail polish on her brown toes and decided that her favorite color nail polish contrasted nicely with her dark skin.
She rubbed her feet back and forth over the soft pile of the rug and smiled. Wanting to experience even more tactile sensations, she stood up and ran her fingers along the bedroom walls.
Logan shifted his position and Mila, guilty as a thief in the night, froze in place. He turned his head in her direction. “You okay, Imani?” he asked.
“Yes,” Mila replied, and quickly cleared her throat. The tone of Imani’s voice was so different from her own, she was surprised by the sound of it. “I’m fine,” she added and then crawled back into bed. Although she felt a few pangs of guilt over stealing Imani’s identity, she was thrilled to have Logan all to herself.
She cuddled close to him and quickly noticed that his smell was delicious. Exotic like Egyptian musk and sensual like sandalwood from the South Pacific region. She lay next to him and inhaled deeper. His scent aroused her, produced a stirring between her legs that she hadn’t felt in quite a while. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity that might not come again, Mila leaned over top of him and began kissing the back of his neck. She lifted the covers and began covering his bare back with soft kisses. As her lips trailed over his muscles, her hands squeezed and kneaded his flesh.
Logan turned around and regarded her with squinted eyes. “There something different about you,” he said.
Mila smiled at him and asked teasingly, “What’s different about me?”
He peered at her. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but you look even sexier than you did earlier tonight.”
Mila directed a smile at him. “Flattery will get you everything,” she said, bringing her mouth close to his. Her mouth opened for him and his tongue slipped between hers lips to explore, plunging and stroking slow and leisurely. Mila briefly wondered if she kissed the same as Imani. When Logan emitted a low groan of pleasure, she shut out all thoughts of Imani and concentrated on the feel and taste of him.
Logan’s hands moved from her waist up to her breasts, his thumbs stroking both her nipples while he kissed her passionately. She could feel him growing hard against her, his arousal fueling hers. Her entire body buzzed with energy, and she was more alive and ready than she’d ever been in her life. Brazenly, her hand wandered beneath his belly button and when her fingers touched his genitals, she sucked in a sharp breath. Wanting a visual of his hard-on, she boldly stared downward. Stroking his manhood, her mouth watered with desire as it began to lengthen and stretch before her very eyes.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered admiringly.
“Mmm. Damn, baby,” Logan groaned, unaccustomed to hearing a woman say that his dick was beautiful.
Mila caressed and gazed at his member adoringly. She wasn’t merely stroking his ego, his dick was truly a work of art. The shaft and sloping dome were shaped to perfection, like a handcrafted weapon that she couldn’t help but admire even though it had the potential to defeat and conquer her.
Damp heat blossomed between her thighs and her heart raced in a panicked rhythm. She had to have Logan, even if it was only for one night. But she wanted to taste him first. She lowered her head, burying it in his crotch as she pleasured him with her mouth. The sounds he made, low moans and throaty growls, enticed her to take him in deeper.
“You’re gonna make me bust,” Logan growled, extricating himself from her hot mouth. Mila positioned herself on her hands and knees, gesturing for him to take her from behind. They made love in a variety of positions before they both collapsed into two heaps.
Gasping and sweating and hearts thundering, they lay together. “Damn, girl, I think you drained me,” Logan commented with a chuckle.
Mila turned toward him. “I want to drain you like this every night,” she said in a throaty voice.
“I’m all yours, baby. You can drain me whenever you want.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What about in the morning? Is that too soon?” she inquired with a playful smile on her lips.
“No, it’s not too soon. I’m a young man, and I bounce back quickly. All I need is some sleep, and I’ll be ready for you in a few hours.”
Logan planted a kiss on her lips and then gathered her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
Mila couldn’t ever recall feeling as contented and as satisfied as she felt right now. Although Tucker was undeniably good in bed, he wasn’t as loving and tender as Logan was.
She propped herself up with an elbow and gazed down at Logan’s face. He was so exquisitely masculine and handsome with his broad nose and succulent lips. She felt a connection with Logan and didn’t want to give him up. She couldn’t imagin
e going back to the alternate universe where she had an ethereal body. A world that was devoid of physical stimulation was not worth living, and she wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to relinquish Imani’s body. But she doubted if it was possible for her to pull off impersonating Imani on a full-time basis. She didn’t have any training in nursing and would most likely draw unwanted attention to herself if she made mistakes while on the job. Actually, she didn’t really want to be responsible for patients whose lives were on the line, and she decided that she’d surrender the body during Imani’s working hours and reclaim it whenever Imani was alone with Logan.
Since Logan hadn’t known Imani for very long, he wouldn’t be able to tell if her behavior had changed. But her coworkers, family, and friends would probably become suspicious after picking up on the difference in Imani’s personality. Wanting to possess Imani without any interference from others, Mila made a firm decision to only inhabit her body when she was completely alone or when she was with Logan.
With a brand new lease on life, Mila got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. She hadn’t eaten since the day of the accident, and she was famished. Yanking open the fridge, she peered inside and frowned at the unappetizing food inside. There was a couple of old, unappealing egg rolls and an old container of leftover Chinese food, a wilting bag of salad, a few pieces of fruit, a bottle of Pom juice, and half of a turkey sandwich.
Disappointed by the contents of the fridge, she closed the door and pulled open the freezer. She was in luck! The freezer was stocked with all sorts of goodies. Along with numerous packages of meat and frozen vegetables, there was an assortment of frozen dinners, several breakfast burritos, crab cakes, chicken tenders, spinach and mushroom pizza, a box of waffles, an oversized package of White Castle cheeseburgers, a pint of ice cream, and a Sara Lee pound cake.
She couldn’t decide between the frozen pizza and the cheeseburgers, and so she decided to eat both. She popped the pizza in the oven and set it on a rack and then placed three burgers on a cookie sheet, placing it on a rack beneath the pizza. While waiting for the food to warm, she searched the kitchen cabinets and located a box of microwave popcorn and a pack of Oreo cookies. She placed a bag of popcorn inside the microwave and two and a half minutes later, she was sitting at the island munching on popcorn and cookies and sipping from the bottle of Pom juice.
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