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“Yeah, you are.”
He grinned, shocked that he could with his mind so full of her and his cock aching. “That was for you.”
“I totally won the orgasm lottery.”
This time he couldn’t stop at a grin, but laughed outright. He brushed his mouth over her ear, tugging on the lobe as he slid his fingers over her folds. “If I’d known making you come would result in such a good mood, I would have done it days ago.”
She groaned. “And here we were, fighting it.” She held his hand still when he went for a longer stroke. “I can’t.”
“Now don’t make it a challenge, Izzy. That’s not the way to get me to stop.” He widened his fingers to frame her slick clit between them and rubbed slowly until the webbing of his palm buzzed over the top.
Her back arched and he held on as her hips twitched in reaction. “Logan.”
Christ, he’d never get the way she said his name out of his head. Like it was being torn out of her throat. As if she was fighting it the whole way.
He dragged her dress strap down and pushed at her strapless bra until there was nothing but skin. Satiny cool with a tight, pale pink nipple. Her breast was a lighter color in relation to the tan of her skin. He plucked the distended tip, twisting lightly as he continued to stroke her clit.
Her hand came up to his hair and scraped up the tightly shorn hair to the longer strands on top, then gripped tightly, dragging his mouth down to her shoulder.
“Yes,” he growled and rubbed harder, increasing the pressure on her nipple.
The panting scream rocked him. He sucked on the sensitive flesh at her neck and held on. She stumbled away from him, a sob exploding from her.
“Izzy.” He went after her and she held up a hand.
“Wait, just…You gotta.” She bent at the waist and pieces of her pinned hair fell forward. “God.” She ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Freaking guitarist. There’s no other explanation.”
He clasped his hands at the back of his head. “I’m not sure what that means.”
She laughed, but it came out more like a shaky squeak. “No one should be able to do that first time out of the gate. Stupid, destructive, dexterous fingers.” She panted and curled her arm across her belly.
He wanted to go to her, but had no idea what had set her off. Had he done something wrong? Read her wrong?
She flipped her strap up and did something under her dress, then tugged out her bra. She threw it over with her underwear. Without a word, she stalked across the space between them and dragged his head down to meet her desperate mouth.
There was no softness, just a raw meeting of mouths and tongues. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up, so she could hook her legs around his middle. With a groan, he filled his hands with her ass. The kiss was brutal. They couldn’t seem to get enough. Sliding tongues, the nip of teeth along his lower lip only to have her lave her tongue over the pulsing flesh in the next moment.
He staggered over to the guitar trunk for balance, setting her on the edge. She tightened her grip on his middle, angling her bare pussy against his slacks. He could feel the heat along his shaft. Just a flip of buttons and zipper and he could be inside her. Driving her against the nicked edges of his guitar trunk.
Of all the things he’d done, banging a woman against his guitars was a new one. Hell, on stage was a new one. Backstage…well, that had been done a lifetime ago, but on stage?
Where the heart of his music had come alive again with a spotlight above them. The need climbed higher, twisting his brain into a relentless fantasy. Her tan legs spread wide, his cock disappearing into her heat, her cries as he pounded into her.
Fuck, he wanted that.
He needed to feel her gripping walls around his cock instead of just his fingers. Her strap was falling down her shoulder as she pulled away. Her mouth was ripe from his stubble and rough mouth.
He cupped her face and forced himself to slow down as he brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “You better stop me now.” He lowered his mouth to hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth, inhaling her breathy sigh. Breaking the kiss, touching his forehead to hers, he hissed, “Stop me.”
She shook her head and wrenched his slacks open. She reached in, her fingers firm on his throbbing length.
“Fuck.”
She grinned up at him as she swiped her thumb under and around his head. “Oh, yeah.”
He tipped his head back with a low groan as she stroked him with a little twist at the end. His hips jerked forward, instinctively wanting more. “Izzy.”
She tightened her grip. “Is it wrong that I want you on this stage?”
