Chapter 6
It took a serious amount of willpower for Logan to keep his hands on top of Gemma’s clothes during the cab ride back to his apartment.
He wanted to explore her skin with a desperate kind of lust he’d rarely experienced.
He explored every inch of her body as she stroked the hard ridge of his erection through his jeans.
He hadn’t expected her to come back, but she had—her hair down and free and curling around her shoulders like a fucking prom queen.
He’d thought she was beautiful the first time he’d seen her, but it had been an untouchable sort of beauty, polished and clean and so far out of his league he almost took himself out of the lineup before he even got up to bat.
But when she came back to him, she was beautiful like a pinup.
A movie star. A sex goddess. And her eyes told him clearly that was exactly what she wanted to be.
Who is this woman to Royce?
He shouldn’t be taking her home without the answer to that question, but he didn’t care half as much as he should. On the contrary, the fact that she had some association with the jarring events of his day seemed predestined. She was meant to be the one he would fuck tonight.
His hand fisted in the fabric of her blouse, tugging it free from her skirt and touching the soft skin beneath. Already he had mapped out her body with his fingers and palms, knew the fullness of her breasts and the curve of her hips that awaited him.
She moaned against his mouth as the car made a sharp turn, pressing her more tightly against his body. His eyes flashed to the window, the familiar streetlights telling him they were only blocks away.
Thank God.
He couldn’t take much more of this woman driving him crazy.
He’d had a hard-on for nearly two hours and they needed some privacy before he stripped this woman bare and fucked her in the back of a taxi.
They pulled up to the curb and he hastily paid the driver, knowing he was tipping too much but refusing to wait for change. He pulled Gemma behind him into the building, yanked open the elevator gate and nearly pushed her inside.
She was ready for him. Of course she was. She was with him every step of the way, meeting every touch with a more intense one of her own, welcoming his kisses and raising him, every time.
He pressed her against the wall of the elevator, hiking up her skirt, grabbing onto the soft flesh of her ass and kneading it with his hands. She lifted a leg, wrapping it around his hip, and he thrust against the fabric of her underwear.
The elevator ground to a halt and he threw open the gate, quickly unlocking the door to his apartment and dragging her inside like a caveman pulling her into his cave.
That was what it felt like, this all-consuming need to possess her.
And if the noises she was making were any indication, she liked it when he was rough with her.
He slammed the door behind them, long shadows covering the floor with ribbons of light and darkness. It was empty in here, more space than he had furniture, and their heavy breathing seemed to echo against the floor and walls.
She pulled at his shirt, sending buttons scattering, and he yanked her blouse over her head, tossing it away. She reached for his belt buckle.
“We need a bed,” he said.
“No. I want you right here.” She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans. His cock sprang free and she moved lower, taking him in her hot, wet mouth.
Jesus.
She took him deep and his balls clenched tightly. He threaded his fingers through her hair and held her to him.
She came up for air. “You’re so big.”
Fuck, he couldn’t take this anymore. He had to be inside her. He scooped her up and headed for the bedroom.
She kissed the side of his neck. “Where are we going?”
He chuckled. “The floor is concrete. It’s cold. But it looks cool, and the chicks dig it.” He threw her on the bed.
She stared up at him in her skirt and bra, legs slightly spread as she propped herself up on her elbows, making her tits thrust forward. “You bring a lot of girls here?”
He climbed between her legs and squeezed her breasts in the darkness. “Some.” He licked along the edge of her bra, savoring the taste of her skin. “Is that a problem for you?”
“No. That’s what I want.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just sex. I want sex that doesn’t mean anything.”
He ran his hand along her thigh, pushing up her skirt, then moved lower and settled his face between her legs. “Do you want it to be good?”
“Yes.”
He pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them to the floor. He kissed the inside of her thigh, noting how she jumped before relaxing into the sensation. He traced the folds of her sex gently with his finger. “Really good?”
She whispered huskily. “Yes.”
He found her entrance wet and slick, and traced her sensitive opening before slipping his finger inside her heat. She bucked against him and he bent his head, gently licking her sensitive bud. “But you don’t want it to mean anything.”
“No.”
“You want me to fuck you and make you come until you can barely lift your head off the pillow.”
She was panting now. “Oh, yes.” She unzipped her purse and handed him a condom.
Her voice was begging him, daring him, beseeching him. He sheathed himself with one practiced motion and settled himself between her legs, pushing himself inside her. With one fierce thrust he buried himself completely. She let out a loud gasp and he forced himself to be still, sure he’d hurt her.
Her hands skated over his back and down lower, pulling his hips against her while her body squeezed him tightly. “God, you feel so good,” she said.
He pumped into her, retreating and thrusting again. He didn’t even know this woman, didn’t know her name, but his body knew hers in an instant. It was as if he recognized her, and he wondered if she’d let Royce fuck her like this.
She moaned loudly, her body tightening around him as she found her release. Still he fought his need to climax until she clutched at him in relief, his body launching into a powerful orgasm that left him shaking.
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m Logan.”
He felt her smile against his chest. “Gemma.”
An uncommon name. That would help him find her. She wanted no-strings-attached sex, but she was somehow involved in his case, and he already knew there was no way in hell one night with her in his bed was going to be enough.
They had chemistry, and he wanted to fuck her until that spark petered out. His cock bounced with renewed interest. “Hope you don’t have to get up too early tomorrow,” he said.
“Ugh. I do.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer. You?”
That was probably how she knew Royce, but it still didn’t tell them much about their relationship. And now she wanted to know where he worked. He hesitated.
How close was Gemma to Royce?
Close enough for him to confide in her about his meeting with HERO Force?
He noted her loose, relaxed limbs, the way she cuddled easily in his arms, and paid careful attention when he spoke. “I work for a company called HERO Force. Hands-on Engagement and Reconnaissance Operations. We help people in trouble and keep them safe.”
Her body registered no recognition.
“For a fee,” she said with an easy laugh.
He flipped over quickly, rolling on top of her.
“Hell yes. Chick magnet apartments like this don’t come cheap.
” He kissed her mouth, loving the taste of her and the way her legs spread willingly beneath him.
“I hope you don’t have any important lawsuits to file tomorrow, because I don’t think you’re going to get a lot of sleep. ” He pressed his hard cock against her.
“Oh my God, you’re like a machine.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He took a condom out of the nightstand, put it on, and eased inside her. He groaned at the sensation. “I needed this today, Gemma. I needed you.”
“Me, too.”
This time when they moved together, it felt to Logan like their minds were connected as well as their bodies. She held his head in her hands and kissed him tenderly.
It was intense.
Too intense.
He pulled back. “Get on all fours.”
She did as he asked and he thrust into her fully, letting his eyes close. He pumped hard into her body, loving the way she responded to him. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and her body clenched tightly around his cock.
She liked that, too. How rough would she let him get?
He couldn’t escape their connection, and he finally let himself go, feeling the click of one soul against another as they fit solidly into place, awareness focusing to a single point of pleasure.