pieces. Who cared? He’d been broken. He’d been jobless. He’d been without family. He could do that again but hell, this wasn’t the same. Something in his brain locked up. He couldn’t imagine hurting this woman.
He tried to break free but Gemma thrust a hand into his hair and held firm. Their breaths mingled between them, heating the air and filling his nostrils. Her lips trailed his then before he could back away, her tongue flitted over his lower lip. Oh shit. Logan crushed his mouth to hers and drew the flesh of her skin inside, tasting her fullness. He shoved his hands down to her hips and yanked her tight, feeling the throb of his own body in response. Guilt and fear battled his libido and lost. This was his moment and by God, he’d have it—even if it would only be a memory for the rest of his life. “You feel amazing. Gemma, I want you so fucking bad.”
A noise came from her that sounded as close to a purr as he could imagine. Her hands clutched into his right pectoral and he growled low and deep in response. “You feel pretty great yourself.” When her hands returned to his pants he wanted to plead for release. He kept silent and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips against his neck then down his chest. She tugged his shirt up and over his head. It dropped to the floor with a whisper. When she flicked her tongue over his nipple then bit softly into the flesh he wanted to melt into the floor. Instead he leaned hard into her touch. She fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. He should stop her. The ratchet sound of his fly opening filled the silence. Warmth encased him as her hands enclosed over his hardness.
Logan sucked in a deep breath and cursed. Her fingers kneaded him, coaching him to respond. God help him, he did. He wasn’t ready—he wanted it to last. Dropping to the floor, he shoved her skirt up until it circled her hips then licked along her thigh until he met the softness he’d dreamed of the night before. He delved further and Gemma grasped her hands to the back of his scalp. Her stilted breathing encouraged him to enjoy the liquid heat of her core.
“Oh, God. Logan. Oh, it’s…” Gemma shuddered and let out a soft squeal as the orgasm ripped through her in spasms. Holy Christ she felt good—he could do that all night. He kept going until she pulled his hair and begged him to stop. He slowly rose to wrap his arms around her and draw her tight against his skin. He had no idea how long they embraced. Eventually she pushed a hand against his arm. “This isn’t over.”
Unfortunately, it was. The light flickered again like a disco ball on a dance floor and she was bathed in the iridescence. It was surreal. He wanted to step back and survey all of her, the raised skirt, the silk panties he’d pulled to the floor, her smooth skin. But he wanted to keep touching her more.
A clicking noise made both of them turn toward the darkness beyond their tiny space. “What was that?” she asked, her breathing stilted.
He shook his head. “No clue.”
Smoothing her skirt over her ass, Gemma padded barefoot toward the darkness. Where’d he tossed her shoes? He looked back at the trail of their clothes and smiled. The throbbing in his body still hadn’t been satisfied but he wanted her to know who she was with before they went any further. He wanted her to be with him, not Logan. Was that selfish?
A gasp echoed toward him. “Wow. Don’t you think this is overkill? You obviously have some paranoid fears that I wasn’t aware of.”
What did that mean? He followed, noting the room was hard to make out with the hall light. Still, she was right. It appeared to be stocked with supplies of food and blankets on shelves that lined the far wall. Some furniture, a desk, a file cabinet, and a freezer chest filled the space and left only short walking spaces between. A wall plate next to him caught his attention and he pressed the switch. The track lighting above them blared to life. “Is
He tried to break free but Gemma thrust a hand into his hair and held firm. Their breaths mingled between them, heating the air and filling his nostrils. Her lips trailed his then before he could back away, her tongue flitted over his lower lip. Oh shit. Logan crushed his mouth to hers and drew the flesh of her skin inside, tasting her fullness. He shoved his hands down to her hips and yanked her tight, feeling the throb of his own body in response. Guilt and fear battled his libido and lost. This was his moment and by God, he’d have it—even if it would only be a memory for the rest of his life. “You feel amazing. Gemma, I want you so fucking bad.”
A noise came from her that sounded as close to a purr as he could imagine. Her hands clutched into his right pectoral and he growled low and deep in response. “You feel pretty great yourself.” When her hands returned to his pants he wanted to plead for release. He kept silent and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips against his neck then down his chest. She tugged his shirt up and over his head. It dropped to the floor with a whisper. When she flicked her tongue over his nipple then bit softly into the flesh he wanted to melt into the floor. Instead he leaned hard into her touch. She fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. He should stop her. The ratchet sound of his fly opening filled the silence. Warmth encased him as her hands enclosed over his hardness.
Logan sucked in a deep breath and cursed. Her fingers kneaded him, coaching him to respond. God help him, he did. He wasn’t ready—he wanted it to last. Dropping to the floor, he shoved her skirt up until it circled her hips then licked along her thigh until he met the softness he’d dreamed of the night before. He delved further and Gemma grasped her hands to the back of his scalp. Her stilted breathing encouraged him to enjoy the liquid heat of her core.
“Oh, God. Logan. Oh, it’s…” Gemma shuddered and let out a soft squeal as the orgasm ripped through her in spasms. Holy Christ she felt good—he could do that all night. He kept going until she pulled his hair and begged him to stop. He slowly rose to wrap his arms around her and draw her tight against his skin. He had no idea how long they embraced. Eventually she pushed a hand against his arm. “This isn’t over.”
Unfortunately, it was. The light flickered again like a disco ball on a dance floor and she was bathed in the iridescence. It was surreal. He wanted to step back and survey all of her, the raised skirt, the silk panties he’d pulled to the floor, her smooth skin. But he wanted to keep touching her more.
A clicking noise made both of them turn toward the darkness beyond their tiny space. “What was that?” she asked, her breathing stilted.
He shook his head. “No clue.”
Smoothing her skirt over her ass, Gemma padded barefoot toward the darkness. Where’d he tossed her shoes? He looked back at the trail of their clothes and smiled. The throbbing in his body still hadn’t been satisfied but he wanted her to know who she was with before they went any further. He wanted her to be with him, not Logan. Was that selfish?
A gasp echoed toward him. “Wow. Don’t you think this is overkill? You obviously have some paranoid fears that I wasn’t aware of.”
What did that mean? He followed, noting the room was hard to make out with the hall light. Still, she was right. It appeared to be stocked with supplies of food and blankets on shelves that lined the far wall. Some furniture, a desk, a file cabinet, and a freezer chest filled the space and left only short walking spaces between. A wall plate next to him caught his attention and he pressed the switch. The track lighting above them blared to life. “Is
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