could taste was Evie.
By the time she drew away to take a shaky breath, Logan was
hard as concrete and a delicate flush of arousal had moved in on Evie’s
cheeks.
‘More,’ she demanded, and sucked her lower lip into her mouth
and licked it clean.
‘More of what?’
‘Everything.’
So he poured them another tequila and this time Evie bypassed
the condiments and went straight for the alcohol and then expelled her breath as
if she was breathing fire. She probably was.
‘Something you want to forget?’
‘No. I want to remember it all.’ Evie smiled and pierced his
heart. ‘I’m just working up the courage to let you go. Bear with me. It’s going
to be harder than I thought.’
Easy words, and an easy out if he wanted to take it. Keep it
light, no deep, dark emotions required. Except that sorrow lurked beneath the
smile in her eyes and challenge lived there too.
‘I hope the week worked for you,’ she said.
‘It did. Did it work for you?’
Evie shrugged, and, for the moment, the challenge in her eyes
won out over sorrow and goodbye. ‘You know I’m a sucker for more.’
He knew what she wanted. His gaze skated over her face,
lingered on a spot covered by the fall of her glossy black hair. He couldn’t see
the scar but he sure as hell knew it was there.
‘No table tops,’ she said. ‘For this we use the bed.’
And still Logan hesitated.
He’d been good all week. So very restrained. Playing at normal
and it had worked. He’d wanted normal. Needed to prove to them both that he
could be satisfied with it. Tonight though, he craved just that little
bit...more.
They still had a few hours left. They still had the night.
And there were so many ways to spend it.
He came around to her side of the counter and pushed her back
against it, got up in her space, his arms either side of her. Lips to her cheek
now, the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin of her ear lobe, just
enough to make her gasp. One hand to her throat now as he took full possession
of her mouth. Finding the pulse point the better to monitor it. Tilting her head
back so that his mouth fitted hers exactly the way he wanted it to.
Mine. He let that thought reach the top of the stack and his
hips responded with a slow and rolling grind.
‘Mine,’ he said and his voice came low and savage.
‘Prove it.’
Oh, he was going to.
‘Stroke me,’ he said, and showed her exactly how he wanted it,
and he was comfortable calling the shots, God help him, he was. Hard and rough
and she leaned into him and set her lips to his jaw, and her teeth to the skin
of his chin and nipped, at which point he slipped just that little bit out of
sync with the rest of the world. The place he entered had far more jagged edges
and ruins in it and the rivers ran red with pain beneath. Evie didn’t need to be
told to take the tip of him between fingers and thumb and squeeze hard—she
already knew how much he liked riding that bright flare of pain right back into
pleasure.
Knew because she liked that ride too.
‘I want control tonight.’ The words came from the deepest,
darkest part of him. ‘Over pleasure and pain and everything in between. All the control.’
Evie smiled as she palmed her way down blood-engorged hardness
and stroked him again with a twist to her wrist that almost made him come
undone. ‘Then take it.’
He swore he wouldn’t take too much; that this was just a game
that when played well led to extreme pleasure for both participants. He swore to
do no harm and the kitchen counter wouldn’t do, so he took her by the wrist and
headed for the stairs.
The bottom of the stairs saw his shoulders braced against the
wall and Logan’s hands cradling her cheeks as he set his lips to hers again.
They had to get up the stairs without him reaching for her along the way. There
were a lot of stairs. Evie strained against him, hands cupping his buttocks and
pulling him against her.
‘Patience,’ he whispered. ‘Virtue.’ And
By the time she drew away to take a shaky breath, Logan was
hard as concrete and a delicate flush of arousal had moved in on Evie’s
cheeks.
‘More,’ she demanded, and sucked her lower lip into her mouth
and licked it clean.
‘More of what?’
‘Everything.’
So he poured them another tequila and this time Evie bypassed
the condiments and went straight for the alcohol and then expelled her breath as
if she was breathing fire. She probably was.
‘Something you want to forget?’
‘No. I want to remember it all.’ Evie smiled and pierced his
heart. ‘I’m just working up the courage to let you go. Bear with me. It’s going
to be harder than I thought.’
Easy words, and an easy out if he wanted to take it. Keep it
light, no deep, dark emotions required. Except that sorrow lurked beneath the
smile in her eyes and challenge lived there too.
‘I hope the week worked for you,’ she said.
‘It did. Did it work for you?’
Evie shrugged, and, for the moment, the challenge in her eyes
won out over sorrow and goodbye. ‘You know I’m a sucker for more.’
He knew what she wanted. His gaze skated over her face,
lingered on a spot covered by the fall of her glossy black hair. He couldn’t see
the scar but he sure as hell knew it was there.
‘No table tops,’ she said. ‘For this we use the bed.’
And still Logan hesitated.
He’d been good all week. So very restrained. Playing at normal
and it had worked. He’d wanted normal. Needed to prove to them both that he
could be satisfied with it. Tonight though, he craved just that little
bit...more.
They still had a few hours left. They still had the night.
And there were so many ways to spend it.
He came around to her side of the counter and pushed her back
against it, got up in her space, his arms either side of her. Lips to her cheek
now, the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin of her ear lobe, just
enough to make her gasp. One hand to her throat now as he took full possession
of her mouth. Finding the pulse point the better to monitor it. Tilting her head
back so that his mouth fitted hers exactly the way he wanted it to.
Mine. He let that thought reach the top of the stack and his
hips responded with a slow and rolling grind.
‘Mine,’ he said and his voice came low and savage.
‘Prove it.’
Oh, he was going to.
‘Stroke me,’ he said, and showed her exactly how he wanted it,
and he was comfortable calling the shots, God help him, he was. Hard and rough
and she leaned into him and set her lips to his jaw, and her teeth to the skin
of his chin and nipped, at which point he slipped just that little bit out of
sync with the rest of the world. The place he entered had far more jagged edges
and ruins in it and the rivers ran red with pain beneath. Evie didn’t need to be
told to take the tip of him between fingers and thumb and squeeze hard—she
already knew how much he liked riding that bright flare of pain right back into
pleasure.
Knew because she liked that ride too.
‘I want control tonight.’ The words came from the deepest,
darkest part of him. ‘Over pleasure and pain and everything in between. All the control.’
Evie smiled as she palmed her way down blood-engorged hardness
and stroked him again with a twist to her wrist that almost made him come
undone. ‘Then take it.’
He swore he wouldn’t take too much; that this was just a game
that when played well led to extreme pleasure for both participants. He swore to
do no harm and the kitchen counter wouldn’t do, so he took her by the wrist and
headed for the stairs.
The bottom of the stairs saw his shoulders braced against the
wall and Logan’s hands cradling her cheeks as he set his lips to hers again.
They had to get up the stairs without him reaching for her along the way. There
were a lot of stairs. Evie strained against him, hands cupping his buttocks and
pulling him against her.
‘Patience,’ he whispered. ‘Virtue.’ And
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