Page 96 of Hearts Storm

“Because I’m about to do something I can’t take back.” His thumbs trace circles on my hips. “You’re a distraction. A temptation. One I’ve been fighting against for weeks.”

My breath catches. “Then stop fighting. I need you to.”

With a groan, Logan crashes his mouth against mine. The kiss is desperate, hungry as his hands slide up my sides.

Fingers finding the single strap of my halter dress, he gives it a rough tug, exposing my breasts.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my lips, palming one, giving it a squeeze.

His thumb brushes across my nipple, making me arch into his touch. “Please.”

Eyes darkening with lust, he takes in my exposed skin before bending down to take a nipple into his mouth.

A moan escapes my lips as Logan’s mouth works its magic. The wet heat of his tongue sends electric currents straight to my core. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him against me as he sucks and nips, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body.

“Logan,” I gasp.

Large, rough hands move to slide up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress, fingers brushing against my skin, making me shiver in response.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” he growls against my neck.

My core clenches as heat floods my cheeks. I can’t speak.

He straightens, towering over me. “You’ve been walking around like that? Pantyless? All fucking night?”

“I did it for you,” I whisper. “And Brex.”

With a growl, Logan pushes the dress up to my waist, picks me up and sets me on top of his desk, exposing me completely. His gaze burns a trail down my body, lingering on the apex of my thighs.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, spreading my legs wider.

My breath catches as he drops to his knees.

“What are you⁠—”

His tongue cutting a path from my entrance to my clit cuts me off, replacing it with a strangled moan. Then, giving it a quick swirl with the tip, he sucks it into his mouth.

The pleasure is so intense, so sudden, a scream—raw and loud—rips from my throat, echoing off the walls.

Logan breaks away, glancing up at me from between my legs, a small, dark smile tipping one corner of his mouth.

“You gonna wake the whole station, Angel?”

I bite my lip. “Don’t stop.”

“If you can’t keep quiet,” he whisper-growls, “I’m going to have to punish you. And trust me, Angel, that’s not what you want right now.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat flooding between my thighs.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I pant.

Heat flares in his eyes as he hooks my legs over his broad shoulders and dives in.

His mouth seals over my clit, tongue flat, relentless as he sucks hard enough to make my vision blur.

Pressing on large hand against my stomach, he pins me to the desk, making it clear he’s not going to let me squirm away as he slides his other hand down, fingers trailing through my slick folds before thrusting two thick fingers inside.