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He groans loudly. “Fuck, Allie, I don’t need to see any more of your underwear.”
I squint at him. “Really. You had no such reluctance the other night.” I shrug like it doesn’t hurt that he’s just confirmed my suspicions, he doesn’t want to continue what we started on the sofa. “I didn’t realize you had so little experience with touching women’s underwear that it would make you uncomfortable.”
He grins broadly at me. “I think you’re well aware of my abilities in being able to work around a woman’s underwear.” He’s not playing fair, reminding me of the double orgasm he gave me without removing my panties. But I know how to play games too.
“You can put that basket of underwear and vibrators beside my bed, thanks.” Logan’s head spins in my direction, his eyes wide and his tongue visible through his open mouth. It’s comical. I’ve rendered him speechless. I high-five myself—in my head, not literally. Tormenting Logan is so much fun and honestly, so easy to do.
He dumps the boxes and basket unceremoniously on the floor at his feet, then stalks toward me. I stand my ground. But not for long, because he plucks me up like I’m nothing more than one of those boxes. He turns and tosses me horizontal on the bed that I’d only made up about an hour ago. I laugh uncontrollably at his he-man display. It’s so uncharacteristically Logan to do something spur of the moment. Control is something he likes to keep a tight grip on, and this unleashing of brute strength is a huge turn-on.
I prop myself up on my elbows, excited to see what he has in store for me. Logan doesn’t disappoint when he grabs my ankles and pulls them apart, making space for him to fill with his massive body. He holds his weight above me with his powerful arms, caging me in. My heart races like I’m riding a roller coaster with loops, I’m a little bit excited and a little bit nervous. I was so wrong. He does want me and in his dark penetrating stare, he is showing me just how much for the first time.
“Finally, you’ve got me exactly where I want to be,” I admit unashamedly. There’s no point pretending that I haven’t wanted this all week.
He doesn’t laugh at my joke; instead, his eyes squint slightly. He’s wearing his contacts today and it’s clear that there’s a war raging in the darkened depths of his hooded gaze.
“Allie?”
I know what he’s asking, even when he’s only saying my name. I’ve become an expert at Logan expressions.
“Logan, you aren’t taking advantage of me. If anything, it’s me seducing you.” I reach up a hand to soothe the worried wrinkles away from his forehead. “This is what I want. Not just as a distraction. Not only to thank you for your support. Not even to make up for my stupidity in pushing you away at your sixteenth party. Although it is a little of all those things. This here between us is a simple case of me wanting you because you turn me on.”
“But …”
“No, let me finish. I’ve wanted you like this over or under me for weeks. Make that years.”
He drops his head, so it rests lightly on my breastbone. Is he laughing? I grab his hair to lift his head back up and check. A grin stretches his lips to their widest.
“What the hell is so funny? I just poured my heart out to you.”
He leans forward and snatches a quick kiss. “You are such a tease. Flirting with me, unscrupulously. Bending over in those obscenely short shorts. Giving me glimpses of your tits. You knew all along I wouldn’t be able to resist. All the while I’m trying to do the right thing and keep my hands off you. Trying not to take advantage.”
“Logan, you have my permission to take any advantage any way you want.”
One large hand snags in my hair and he pulls me to him. My gasp of surprise is swallowed in a bone-melting kiss when his lips engulf mine. He’s devouring me so comprehensively and deliciously that I can hardly catch my breath.
Then just as quickly he stops and in a deep raspy voice I’ve never heard him use before, he says, “I’m glad we’ve cleared that up because I want you naked on this bed. Now.”
I smile up at him. “Well, if you’d give me a little space to move.” He drops to the bed beside me. His head props on one bent arm, watching intently as I roll my tank top up and off over my head.
But then when his full lips go on a journey across my jawline to my ear, the upper hand I thought I had in making him want me is lost. He presses his mouth to the pulse point on my neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, and my eyes nearly cross. A spark of electricity flares through my body, burning so hot with each sweet suction. My body is on fire, self-combusting under the onslaught of his mouth.
With my palms, I grab his head and bring his talented mouth back to my lips. I’ve slipped into a feverish desperate dream, needing more and prepared to take it.
I swing my legs around him, pulling him closer. It’s taken years to get Logan Carlson on my bed. I’m not going to let him walk away. Noble ideals or not.
“You, Mr. Carlson, do not get to leave this bed.”
He zeroes in on my bared tits, his eyes filled with a hunger I can’t wait to satisfy.
“It’s not possible for me to walk away,” he grinds out, and his large hand moves slowly up my ribcage to cup my right breast in a warm embrace. His hand molds around me, massaging the globe. I reach up to pull his lips down to my left nipple, my moan is lost within the connection.
His tongue circles the peak while he pinches the other nipple. I gasp. And he moves to soothe the sting with his flattened tongue.
He stretches my legs wide. “Nice flexibility.” Then starting at my ankle, he trails light tickling kisses across my skin up to my knee. A need pulses at the junction of my thighs that can only be quenched by him. My fingers dig into his firm muscled arms as he inches higher. I need him to bury his face between my thighs like he did the other night.
He growls and it rumbles over me like a rough caress.
Chapter twenty
