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She captured his mouth with hers, sucking his bottom lip into her warmth and nipping the tender flesh. Confident in her control of the situation, she ignored his words, teasing him a bit longer by cupping his balls and gently squeezing. In the next heartbeat, the unmistakable sound of tearing material broke through the lust fogging her brain, and what was left of her lace thong fell down one leg.
Before she could protest, Logan spun her around, his lips caressing her shoulders as his hands unfastened her bustier’s hook and eye closures with the ease of a man who knew her body as well as his own. He kissed and licked his way down her spine, hitting each inch of revealed skin. Her thighs were quaking by the time the bustier fell to the floor, and when he stood, she leaned against his steady form.
Logan squeezed her around him and rocked against her. “Fuck, you feel so damn good.”
Both of his hands snuck around the front of her body. One hand cupped one breast, squeezing her hard nipple between his thumb and finger. His other hand delved lower, his fingers sliding between her slick folds and pushing inside.
Miranda threw back her head against Logan’s shoulder as his fingers drove her closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips moved of their own accord, twisting so that she rubbed against the heel of his palm. Energy curled into a tight ball in the base of her spine, tightening and constricting as her pleasure built.
“You are so wet and soft.” He stroked the bundle of nerves inside her while increasing the pressure. “I can’t wait to taste you later. I’m going to spread those long legs wide open and play with you until you explode all over my tongue.”
He emphasized his intent by rolling her nipple until the bliss bordered on torture. And just when she thought she couldn’t take another minute of his divine torment, her thighs buzzed, and her orgasm crashed against her, drowning her entire body in a wave of pleasure so intense it bowed her spine.
Chest heaving, she melted back against Logan, his dark chest hair tickling her back. “That was amazing.” She snuggled back, her ass brushing against him, already plotting her next move. They had tonight to feast on each other, and she wasn’t going to waste a minute of it.
“I hope you’re not ready to call it a night already.”
She spun around on her heel, pressing her breasts against his hard chest and wrapping her hand around his length. “Far from it.”
Stroking him, she brushed her thumb across the head. Miranda lowered herself until her knees hit the smooth teak deck and let go of him. Maintaining eye contact with Logan, she slid her wet thumb tip across her bottom lip, then licked the remainder of the salty liquid from her thumb.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck.”
“Not yet.” She winked.
Anchoring herself by holding on to his solid thighs, she kissed the head before sliding his girth between her lips. He filled her mouth, forcing her jaws wide as she took in more of him before withdrawing and starting the process again, each time relishing his moans of pleasure. His thigh muscles tensed and relaxed under her palms in sync with her mouth’s movements. She undulated her tongue against the sensitive underside, wanting to take him higher. His thighs tightened under her palms. Intoxicated on her ability to bring him pleasure, she rubbed her tongue along his shaft while he filled her mouth. She reached out to cradle his balls, one finger rubbing the small patch of skin behind his sac. His legs quaked.
“That is so damn good.” He ground out the words through clenched teeth, his fingers soft against her head. “Do that thing with your tongue again.”
Emboldened by his pleas, she took him deeper, stopping only when he bumped against the back of her throat. Her free hand snaked down between her legs, and she moaned around him.
“God yes, baby, touch yourself. Are you ready for me?”
Spurred on by his
words, she took him deep again as she circled her sensitive nub. The pressure from her fingers pushed her over the edge. Her moans of pleasure made her throat tighten, eliciting a growl of pleasure from Logan. He clenched his fingers in her hair, unwinding it from the tight bun.
With a half-swallowed groan that mixed agony and ecstasy, Logan pulled back on her head. “If you keep doing that I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Not ready to let him off that easy, Miranda grabbed a condom as he sat down in the captain’s chair. The wrapper crinkled as she tore it open and removed the condom before sliding it home in one smooth motion.
“My God, look at you.” Her hands caressed him, trailing her fingers down until she grasped his hips, lowered herself and positioned him at her slick entrance. “You’re beautiful.”
He pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, letting her body adjust to his size and the angle. Looking over her shoulder at Logan’s closed-eyed ecstasy, she pushed her own ecstasy higher, blanking out everything but him. They came together like nothing else in the world existed or mattered. Hands touching. Lips tasting. Bodies moving together. It was too much and not enough. It was everything. Logan was everything.
Miranda’s skin burned with need for him as he filled her body and soul so completely she couldn’t imagine the night ever ending. But no matter how much she wanted it, that wasn’t the plan. Tonight was about one thing only—relieving an itch she’d needed to scratch since she’d walked into the Martin Bank and Trust weeks ago. Maybe if she kept saying it enough, she’d start believing it, because in her heart she knew it was much more than that.
He leaned forward, changing the angle and driving deeper inside, rubbing against her most sensitive spots. The buzzing started in her calves, gaining strength as it traveled up her legs and driving out any logical thought. Swept along by the overwhelming intensity of sensation, she lost herself to the moment and let her body take her where she needed to go.
“Logan.” She only managed the single word before her world exploded, sending shockwaves of pleasure vibrating through her limbs.
Plunging deeper than he had before, Logan buried himself to the hilt as he cried out his own climax. He collapsed against her back, his cheek fitting perfectly in the hollow of her shoulder.
“I’m never going to look at the helm the same way again.” Logan kissed her shoulder and pulled them both into a standing position before picking her up and carrying her down the narrow stairwell to the enormous cabin below deck.
“That makes two of us.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace, praying the steady drumbeat of his heart would drown out the little voice demanding to know what she planned to do now.
Chapter Twelve
