Chapter 16 #2
Look up. Look up.
“Logan?”
Finally, his gaze lifted. Her hips. Those wonderful, curving hips. He’d lock his hands around them and hold her tightly as he thrust hard into her.
Higher.
Her stomach. Smooth. Adorable little innie belly button.
Higher.
Her breasts. Round. Full. Nipples tight. He wanted them in his mouth. Against his tongue. He wanted her moaning while he sucked her nipples.
“You’ve never been this quiet with me before.”
His gaze locked on her beautiful face. No makeup. She didn’t need any. She wasn’t as pale as she’d been in the hospital. The shadows had faded from beneath her eyes. She was beautiful and warm and strong and right there.
Right. There.
“I’m getting worried about you,” Charlotte confessed. “I don’t know what to do with a silent Logan.”
Say something charming. “I’m trying not to take you where you stand.” A savage growl. Guttural.
She blinked. “Oh.”
That growl had not been charming. His bad.
She looked down, as if searching the floor.
“I mean, sure, we can do it right here.” Her head tilted back.
Her gaze met his. “But wouldn’t the bed be far more comfortable?
” Her tongue swiped over her lower lip. The lip that was a little plumper than the top.
The lip he wanted to bite. “Granted, I think you do have more experience than I possess in this area. Something we should discuss, but we do have a perfectly good bed behind you so…”
The booming of his heart had drowned out most of her words. But he’d definitely caught…
We can do it right here. “You’re saying yes.”
“Was that not clear enough when I stood naked before you in the bedroom?” Her shoulders rolled back. Her breasts lifted even higher. “Or when I just let my towel fall?”
Sweet hell. Those breasts.
“I want you, Logan. Right here and now. I want you to fuck me.” She nodded. Another fast flash of her tongue over her lower lip. “Please. And if I, ah, do something wrong, just tell me. I’m a fast learner even if I don’t match you in experience.”
He lurched toward her. Lurched, lunged. Sort of a Frankenstein’s Monster movement combination of both. His hands reached out. Curled over her shoulders. Her skin felt silky smooth beneath his touch. “I don’t fuck my wife.”
A deep furrow cut between her eyebrows. “What? But, but I thought—”
“I make love to my wife.” He hauled her toward him.
His head bent, and his mouth met hers. Her lips were open, still parted in surprise, and, he just had to take greedy advantage of that opening.
His tongue snaked inside. He wanted to take, but instead, he teased.
He seduced. He sampled her like the incredibly fine wine that she was, and Logan knew that he would always crave her taste for the rest of his life.
A moan spilled from her. Charlotte’s hands rose and pressed to his chest. She leaned toward him.
And that was great. He wanted her hands on him. He wanted her leaning toward him, but as Charlotte had so astutely noted, they had a perfectly good bed waiting right behind them.
His hands skimmed down her body. Down her hourglass figure, those curving hips. And then he was lifting her up. Holding her easily, and her hands twined around his neck even as her legs locked around his hips.
Hell, yes.
He carried her back to the bedroom. Her mouth pressed to his throat. When he felt the lick of her tongue over his pulse point, a shudder worked the length of Logan’s body.
His dick shoved toward her. She rocked her hips against him, riding his dick right then and there as he held her, and if his damn pants weren’t in the way, he would be in her.
They reached the bed. He needed to let her go and lower her onto the silk sheets. He would do just that, after she stopped kissing his neck. Licking him. Biting him ever-so-sensually.
A growl tore from Logan.
“I think I’d like to lick you all over,” Charlotte confessed.
Was the woman reading his mind? Logan’s teeth snapped together. “Same.”
She kissed her way down his neck as he stood, still as a statue—a statue with a fully erect, aching dick—and held her.
“Is that ‘same,’” her husky voice asked, “as in…you want me to lick you all over?”
Yes, have the hell at it. Go for it. Lick away. The idea of her delectable mouth and tongue on his dick…yes. Yes. In no universe would the answer ever be anything but…yes.
He’d probably explode the minute those lush lips touched his cock.
Not the best way to ensure her pleasure.
A little nip from Charlotte. “Or do you mean ‘same,’ as in…you want to lick me all over?”
Yes! Because he needed the woman to become completely obsessed with the pleasure that he’d give her. Hadn’t that been step two in his mission? His ever-so-vital mission.
Fuck her until she screams my name. Give her the best series of orgasms that she’s ever felt in her life.
Time to get mission oriented. So, as tempting as the idea of having her mouth on his dick was—and, it was helluva tempting, the most tempting—Logan had goals to achieve.
With careful hands, he lowered her onto the bed.
Logan leaned over her as he spread her out right in the center of the mattress.
To him, Charlotte looked like some kind of perfect painting.
Spread out on a dark canvas—the black sheets—for him.
His hands shoved onto the silk sheets on either side of her body.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she said. Her eyes were wide. So deep. The gold burned.
“Easy,” he rasped back. “Come harder for me than you ever have for anyone in your life.”
He lost her. Right there. He saw it in the faint flicker of her lashes. In the way she bit her lower lip before her head turned away.
What in the hell?
His right hand curled around her chin. He gently angled her head, forcing her to look back at him. “Charlotte?”
“Confession time?”
Was she about to tell him about how good it had been with other lovers? Because, if so, he would have to go out and beat the hell out of them. Immediately.
“I haven’t come with another lover. I come with the aid of my own handheld device, but when I’m actually with someone else, I-I can’t let go enough. I can’t turn off my thoughts enough. I can’t trust enough to let go.”
His left hand fisted the sheets. His right remained gentle on her as he held her chin.
“I’m saying…it might not happen,” she mumbled. “Let’s not aim too high for that, okay? Can’t we just focus on you?”
He brought his mouth over hers. Not touching her lips, but about an inch away. Then he told her, “Fuck, no.” Because focusing just on him certainly wasn’t the way to achieve goal number two.
Fuck her until she screams my name. Give her the best series of orgasms that she’s ever felt in her life.
Her hands flew up and curled around his shoulders. “Logan…”
He kissed her. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that he craved. She kissed him back, responding immediately because Charlotte was like fire in his arms. Her body arched. Her nails bit into the fabric of his shirt.
Oh, yeah, that shirt of his had to go. He wanted to feel her hands on his skin. On him, everywhere.
But he let the kiss linger because kissing her was one of the main joys in his life.
He kissed her until she moaned. Until she was raking her nails down his back and her hips arched hard against his dick. The dick that wanted to come inside of Charlotte, right then and there. And when he did finally drive into her, he would be coming. Fast. Hard.
But that wasn’t the plan.
His mouth pulled from her. “Tell me if you don’t like anything I do.” He had to figure out what brought her the most pleasure.
“Logan, I…”
He eased back. His hands went to her breasts. He freaking loved her breasts. Round and so full. His fingers plucked her nipples, and a quick gasp tore from her.
“Like it?” he demanded.
Her tongue wet her lower lip. “Feels…good…”
Good wasn’t enough.
His mouth replaced his hand as he began to lave and lick and suck her right nipple.
“Really good!” Charlotte’s voice broke. “That’s…yes…Yes. Keep doing that. That!”
He’d positioned his body between her spread legs. She thrust up against him as he licked her nipple, squirming, her sex rubbing against him.
He sucked her nipple harder.
“Logan! Yes! I really, really like that!”
Excellent news. He gave her left breast the same attention.
Her breath shuddered out. Her hands flew down, slid under his shirt, and tried to shove it off him.
If she wanted it off, then he would be happy to oblige. Logan lifted up. Tossed the shirt. And began to kiss his way down her body.
“Logan?” Hesitation. “Logan, we can just get right to the main act. I want you in me.”
There wasn’t any other place that he wanted to be. But he was built along pretty large lines, and he did wonder, “How long has it been?”
“What?” Her hands fluttered around his bare shoulders.
He paused near her stomach. His mouth had just found a faint line of raised skin.
“Are you asking how long it’s been since I’ve been with a lover?” Charlotte squirmed beneath him. “Um, nine months?”
He was still staring at the raised skin. “What the fuck?” He knew what would cause that particular scar.
“Jeez, look, I’m sorry, but I don’t have the exact time and date for the last time that I had sex with someone. It’s been a while, all right? A very long while.”
His head lifted. “This is a scar from a knife.” He knew because Logan had several of his own scars just like that one.
Her head also craned up so she could stare at him. “Yes. It, uh, it happened on my first mission.”
She’d been stabbed. Fury beat inside of him. “He’s fucking dead.”
“He actually is,” she whispered back. Darkness swept over her face. “I didn’t want that. But there was no choice. I was bleeding out, and he was coming at me again with his knife and—you know what? I-I think we should stop.”
Hell. He’d fucking killed the mood. When she’d been burning beneath his touch.
Logan quickly rose up her body. He put his hands on either side of her. “Stay with me.”
“Wh-what?”