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Backwards and forwards, Kat explored. Right up until he lifted his hand and traced a soft line down the centr
e of her spine, and she lifted her head in question.
‘I think,’ he drawled, the thickness in his voice moving through her like slick oil, ‘it may be my turn.’
Before she could answer, he dipped his head to her breast and drew one of the hard peaks into his mouth—lacy bra included—and she couldn’t tell whether it was the frustrating barrier of the material or the graze of the lace against her already sensitive skin that sent her wild.
‘More,’ she muttered, arching her back—the action making her press down on him all the more urgently, that hard ridge of sheer masculinity flexing where she ached for him the most.
And then his hand was grazing her belly, sneaking lower and lower until he was toying with the waistband of her trousers and she thought she might go up in flames from the liquid heat that pooled between her legs.
The sound of the zip being tugged down, slowly, deliberately. And Kat thought she’d never heard it sound quite so deliciously rude before. But then the back of his hand was sliding over the front of her briefs and she stopped thinking anything at all.
There was nothing but the feel of one large hand cupping her backside, and the other hooking under the material to graze over her and then cup her, wet and hot, in the palm of his hand.
She feared she might break, humiliatingly, apart from just that single action.
Then his fingers began to move, tracing her, learning her, making her grow slicker and heavier with every stroke. But still making her wait. Torturing her with the tantalising promise of exquisite pleasure, which he kept Just. Out. Of. Reach.
‘Logan...’
Kat bit her lower lip, helpless to keep the desperate longing from her voice.
‘Tell me,’ he commanded hoarsely, as if it was taking just as much for him to resist.
‘You already know...’ She tried to drop her forehead to rest on his shoulder but he wouldn’t let her.
He shifted back until he could see her, until they were gazing at each other, and then finally—finally—he slid his fingers inside her, driving her to dizzier heights. And she, to what should have been her shame, simply threw her head back and rode his hand as long and as far as he wanted to take her.
Propelling her closer and closer to that magical edge. Making her entire body fizzle and ignite. And then he did something incredible with his hand, some twist and flick, and suddenly she was soaring. Shattering into a thousand pieces and raining down in a shower of colour and light.
Like nothing she’d ever known before. And Kat thought she might stay up there for ever.
* * *
Logan didn’t think he’d ever been turned on so much in his life, watching Kat Steel come apart at that moment.
It had to be the most beautiful sight in the world, from her shocked, bright face to the white-hot heat on his fingers. And those naughty, ragged sounds were making him so incredibly hard that it was almost painful.
All he wanted was to be able to do it to her all over again. A part of him feared he would never be able to get enough of it.
But that was a concern for another day. Another night. Right now, he just wanted to be inside her.
Flipping them both around so that she was on her back on the couch with him between her legs, Logan slid his hands to grip the waistband of her trousers, wanting to lower his head and taste for himself what he’d just done to her.
And then, when he’d made her come part all over again, he would slide inside her and topple them both off the edge.
He was just about to slide her trousers down when she struggled upright and stilled his hand.
‘What about Jamie?’ she croaked hoarsely.
It was like a blast of cold air, and he had no idea how managed to stop himself. But he didn’t trust himself to speak.
‘He might come down the hall,’ she continued after a moment.
But he thought that reminder was more for herself than for him, and he liked the fact that she was nowhere near to being in control. Certainly no more than he was.
‘There’s a baby gate,’ Logan ground out, as he pulled her up into a more seated position and then proceeded to sort his clothing out. ‘And we’d hear him.’
