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For a second, he just looked at her, his brown-eyed gaze locked on her mouth, and his eyes went wide. Miranda forgot to breathe. Her nipples hardened against the lace of her strapless bustier bra and she yearned for his mouth against her sensitive flesh.
The heat pooling in her belly spread through her body, melting away any doubts or second thoughts.
Tonight, Logan was hers and she was his. The rightness of it spread through her like molten gold.
“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” he whispered. “No one can see us.”
A secret. Just like their first time together. The parallel slid between her ribs like the sharpest of knives, but she pushed past the pain. She wasn’t a lovestruck girl anymore. Time had cured her of that.
She stepped closer and inhaled the woodsy scent he wore like a sexual promise. She teased her fingers down over his hard pecs, noting his heart’s rapid beating against her palm. “There’s no one to interrupt us here.”
“Thank God, because I plan on tasting and touching every inch of that delectable body.”
Her fingers snuck his shirt’s top button through the buttonhole. “Do you have a condom?”
“I have three.”
Surrendering to the madness of it all, Miranda pushed two more buttons through the small openings. Her enemy. Her lover. Maybe something more. It no longer mattered. “You’re either very optimistic or I’m in for a hell of a night.”
Logan reached around and busied his hands with the string holding her silk dress’s top in place. “Both. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the vault, but you’ve been avoiding me.”
Her heartbeat ratcheted up to Mach five when his fingers brushed the bare skin at her nape. “Not avoiding, just keeping a distance.”
He tilted his head and kissed the sensitive spot where her jaw met her ear. She nearly came unglued in his arms.
“What about how you backpedaled the moment you saw me in the grocery store?” He punctuated the question by nipping her earlobe.
“I forgot something in another aisle.” Her voice sounded so far away to her own overheated ears, so lost was she to the tiniest stroke of his fingers and lips.
“And at The Kitchen Sink?” He pulled the loose end of the tie holding her dress in place. It swung across her back and she clenched her thighs together against the yearning building deep within her core.
“Didn’t want to interrupt your lunch with Hud.”
“You’ve got an answer for everything.” If only he could ask the question that mattered: Why had she left before? His fingers grasped the knot and paused as if to give them a last chance to back out. The attraction between them was as crazy as it was doomed, but her breath caught in fear that he’d changed his mind.
The fabric knot behind her neck slipped free, and silk poured over her sensitive skin, revealing the pink upper swell of her areola peeking out from the cups of the black bustier bra. With a shimmy of her hips, the dress glided over her ass, down her thighs, and landed in a pool of scarlet at her feet.
Logan glided the backs of his fingers down her throat, across her collarbone, and between the swell of her breasts. “You’re beautiful.”
She spread open his shirt, reveling in the expanse of sinewy muscle on display. “You’re not bad yourself.”
Everything about the moment felt perfect and right. Being with Logan was like coming home.
Skimming her fingers across his flat nipples and continuing south down his washboard abs, she found her next target: the buckle of his black leather belt. As her fingers took care of the buckle, she ran her tongue against his peach nipples. She unfastened the top button on his pants and inched the zipper down. His hard length strained to break free from the confines of his navy boxer briefs, twitching beneath the pressure of her palm and rubbing against it through the ribbed underwear.
His moan vibrated against her cheek while she followed his dark happy trail until it disappeared behind the elastic waistband.
Bracing her hands on his strong thighs, Miranda looked up at Logan’s hooded gaze. “I need you naked.”
“Whatever you want, you get.”
While he flipped off his shoes, Miranda twisted his gold cufflinks so she could tug his starched white dress shirt off his arms, revealing thick biceps and corded forearms. Next, his pants fell to the deck, followed a moment later by boxer briefs. Once again he stood as naked as a proud Adonis before her, and the sight of him made her mouth dry while other parts went molten. He rubbed against her lace-covered folds, slick with desire and aching with want. In this, if in nothing else, they were perfectly aligned in purpose and plan.
Logan ran his palms down the black satin bustier covering her ribs until his long fingers curled around her hips. He slipped his hands behind her, lowering them to her ass and tucking a finger underneath the lace of her thong. In one swift motion, he yanked her against him. Desire pulsed deep within her core, and she twisted her hips, the delicious friction teasing her and hinting at the sweet relief only he could provide.
“If you don’t want me to rip these in two.” He twisted the back of her thong around his finger and pulled the material tight against her sensitive clit. “You’d better take them off now.”
The rough edge to his voice made her quiver. The underlying affection underneath made her breathless. It gave her hope that she wasn’t the only one losing herself in this madness of something so wrong being so right on so many levels. And that realization took her higher than even his skilled touch.
