Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
PIPER
I can feel the blaze in my cheeks, the tension heating me up. I didn’t mean to say that. It just came out.
When I look at Logan, I want to turn back time and make it so I never word-vomited that at him. He looks at me with understanding in his eyes. How long has it been since we climbed into the helicopter? I feel like we’ve bonded a lot in that short time.
Then again, thinking of time and how fast things move doesn’t make much sense to us. We’ve got all the speed of a whiplash without any of the discomfort.
“It doesn’t matter,” I murmur.
“If that’s true, then I’ll accept that. But if you’re not telling me something because you’re worried about how I’ll react, please know, Beautiful, there’s no need. I’ll go tell the staff about our choice for mains.”
I watch him go, walking confidently across the romantic restaurant. Nerves swirl in my belly. But it’s not like I can keep this from him forever… or whatever forever means for us if Elliot finds out.
Logan returns, sitting down, his shoulders tensed, his suit jacket hugging his powerful frame as he watches me.
“I had a crush on you,” I say, ripping off the reveal Band-Aid-style. “When I was a kid. That’s all. It wasn’t anything, you know, over the top. I wasn’t some teenage stalker filling your notebooks with your name. But did I think you were hot? Yeah, I did.”
A subtle smile touches his lips. “Why would you be afraid to tell me that?”
“I thought you might find it… weird.”
He shrugs. “The past is the past. To me, you were Elliot’s kid sister, nerdy and enthusiastic about books. It wasn’t until your party that I saw the woman you’d become. I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t. The past doesn’t matter. I care about the here, the now, about the us we can be every day for the rest of…”
When he trails off, I stand, walk to his side, and slip onto his lap. I’m surprised by my forwardness, but the wave of relief washing through me makes it easy.
“The rest of our lives?” I whisper.
“I want to say it. I’d mean it. But…”
“Nothing else exists, remember?” I whisper. “Would you be offended if I kissed you with garlic-bread breath?”
He smirks, sinking his hands into my hips. I love it when he does that. Each time, it’s with a possessive quality. He makes a trembling noise of desire as if he’s not sure he’s going to stop. It makes me so freaking wild.
“I’d be offended if you didn’t…”
I kiss him fiercely, gripping his firm arms, sliding my touch around him, and shivering with tingles of pure passion when I feel his firm manhood grinding against me.
“What did you have planned for after this?”
“That depends on my brave virgin,” he says, breathing heavily. “That depends on how badly you want to move forward, not let nerves rule you…”
“Are you saying you have a private place for us?”
He groans, gripping me with even more steamy possession. “It means exactly that…”
He can read me so well. He’s right. My nerves try to stop me, try to make me live in a what-if world, imaginary existences just like when I was a nose-in-my-book kid, just like at college.
“When we’re done here, take me there,” I whisper.
He kisses me again, this time with even more passion. I would’ve thought that was impossible before I felt it, the hunger blazing through his body, every inch of him hard and hot and ready.
“Nothing could stop me from claiming you,” he growls. “Not the mob, not my business, not my responsibilities. Not even common fucking decency.” His tone gets even deeper, huskier. “Passion like ours is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. We can’t control it. We can’t even try. Nothing, nobody could stop me from claiming your curvy, perfect virgin body or looking into your gorgeous eyes as your pussy gets wet and tight with an orgasm.”
I slid out of his lap, shaking all over, the sensation making my sex ache and pulse.
“Have I scared you away?” he says with a smirk.
“You know why I had to get off your lap,” I murmur.
He nods, his eyes never leaving me. “I need you to say it.”
“Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to wait until after dinner.”
The helicopter takes us to a modern property in the forest, a helipad on the roof, floor-to-ceiling windows—a beacon of glistening glass. “Your bachelor pad?” I say as the helicopter descends toward the property.
“A business retreat,” he yells through the headset. “I don’t have bachelor pads , Piper. Before you, I didn’t give a damn about anything other than work. Now, my property will be used for something far more important.”
Ever since I slid onto his lap at dinner, he’s been looking at me with fresh desire on his face. When the helicopter lands, he grabs me again. But this time, he doesn’t put me down. He holds me to his chest, cradling me close like husbands carry their wives over the threshold.
I drape my arms over his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he snarls. “I need you so badly. I’m rock-hard for you, Piper. I can’t take it anymore.”
He only puts me down when he needs to unlock the door to the house, but then he quickly lifts me up again. I laugh in delight as he carries me up the stairs to the second floor. He kicks open the bedroom door and carries me to the bed.
When he lays me down, the importance of the moment, of us , of this finally hits me. I bite my lip, sitting up, staring at his body, seeming to pulse out of his suit, his firm length outlined in his pants.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he says fiercely.
Is he mad? Does he think I want to stop?
He reaches into his pocket and takes out his cell phone. “You want to text first… You want to get hot and heavy doing what we do best before we experience the real thing. Before we experience each other.”
I smile, rolling my eyes. “You don’t have to do this for me…”
He kneels and puts his hand on my leg, squeezing so that shivers dance up my thigh and tease my sex. “That sounds like I was right. You want me to do this?”
“What if I said you were right?” I murmur. “Doesn’t it seem a little… silly?”
“No,” he says fiercely. “It seems a little ‘us,’ and there could be nothing silly about that.”
He takes his phone from his pocket, looking at his cell and then at me as he types. His hand remains on my leg. When my phone buzzes, I laugh and take it from my pocket.
Logan: I want to stroke my hand up your leg, push against your horny pussy and feel your wetness and your desire. I want to caress you as you get even more excited, and the hornier you get, Beautiful, the more confident you’ll become.
My breathing comes faster as the digital melts into the physical, our two steamy worlds colliding.
Piper: I want you to do it. I’m going to moan so fucking hotly for you. I want to drive you crazy. I want to make you feel hard.
His hand glides up my leg. The closer he gets to my core, the more intense the sensations become. My body heats up. He pushes his hand against my crotch, pressing against my folds and clit through my clothes.
I promised I would moan, but that doesn’t mean it’s forced. It comes out naturally, tension bubbling up inside of me. He leans over the bed, moving his hand faster each moment, then pauses as he writes another text.
I watch him as his thumb moves rapidly across the screen.
Logan: I’m already rock solid, but do you think I want you to just take my word for it? I need you to touch me, to feel for yourself. I need you to understand the effect you have on me. You’re the sexiest woman alive. You make me so hard. You make me wild.
Piper: What if I can’t be as wild as you need?
Logan: You don’t need to doubt yourself. Being yourself is all I’ll ever need from you.
He looks at me intensely. He says so much with his eyes that words, either spoken or texted, never could. It’s like the way he looked at me after our first kiss.
My hand trembles with lust and the remnants of nerves as I reach down for his manhood. I gasp when I feel him pressing through his pants, his length solid and filled with raw lust. He groans deeply as I stroke up and down.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, dropping his phone.
“Logan,” I whimper.
He climbs onto the bed, keeping his hand on my sex the whole time, then brings his lips to mine. We kiss in a collision of heat and desire. We lie side by side. The position lets us touch each other. I wrap my hand around the outline of his massive manhood. He’s so big, pulsing with need, like his release is already trying to explode out of him.
“I’m ready,” I whisper between hungry kisses.
“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he replies.
“I mean it,” I tell him. “I want you. You’re the only person I can imagine giving my virginity to.” A smile spreads across my lips when I see the look on his face. “That excites you, huh?”
“Being your one and only? Owning you? Possessing my beautiful, curvy, sexy Hardcover? Nothing could excite me more…”
He unbuttons my pants and slips his hand inside. As he strokes down toward my sex, I know there’s no turning back. Deep down, guilt tries to invade my mind. A tiny voice tries to remind me of Elliot and how wrong this is.
But how can it be wrong when it feels so right?