His hand was warm and tight on my hip and his other held my face to his kiss. Longing for each of us to reach our end poured out, seeping everywhere, blurring the lines for me. What I’d asked him to do was dangerous. The romance of the wedding, the glass of champagne . . . It all had a powerful, drugging, manipulating effect.
“Open your eyes.” This demand from him sounded much like a plea.
His dark, beautiful eyes were hypnotic. I fought the swell of pleasure that threatened to consume. He eased a hand behind my knee and guided me to open my legs wider, to lift the knee high around his waist. It was so he could bend a knee, and the hand on my hip slid under my body, tilting me so I could feel everything. His chest dragged over my hardened nipples, edging me closer to overload.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, his eyes watching mine.
I stayed silent, unable to form thought. Every second I remained beneath him, fighting to drag air into my body and keep my eyes open, forced my climax closer and closer until I felt like it was on top of me and not him. The glide of his body in and out of mine became too much.
My skin was covered in goosebumps, but I wasn’t cold. He’d set me on fire. Every inch of his skin covered my skin, and it was tingling the moment before my orgasm descended on me.
“Logan,” I cried out, digging my nails into his flesh.
Oh, holy, fucking shit. The explosion inside my body rocked my foundation and threatened to tear me apart. He kept moving. Which meant the damn thing kept getting better and better, changing and intensifying.
He was hard as steel inside me while the tongue in my mouth was softer than velvet. Things were out of control now and I let it take over. I jolted in his arms and broke the kiss, moaning shamefully loud when I finally reached what I thought was the peak, until he jerked. His whole body seized, pouring into me in spurts, every one better than the last.
He slammed his lips over mine roughly, but I’m not sure who exactly he was trying to keep quiet, because he’d grown loud when I had, matching my intensity. He slid inside me so deeply on the final thrust it might have hurt, but I was too lost in ecstasy to care.
We lay still for a long time afterward, and I could feel his heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm with our chests pressed together. He rose onto an elbow and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then kissed me deeply.
“So, yeah . . .” he said. “That was the best orgasm of my life.”
The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile. “I’m familiar with the feeling.” I’d been cringe-worthy loud. “Please tell me none of your family is staying on this floor. Or in this hotel.”
He laughed and rolled onto his side, folding me into his arms. “I’d tell you that you shouldn’t have said my name, but I love it when you do. I love it even more when you’re screaming it.”
chapter
FIFTEEN
He woke me up by running his hands over my waist, down a hip, pushing the sheets out of his way. I was on my side, facing away from him.
“What time is it?” My voice was heavy with sleep.
“A little after nine.”
“Did you already get up and run?”
“No,” he said, spooning me. “It’s a rest day.” His hard dick pressed into me.
“I was resting,” I murmured. “You don’t feel like you want to rest.”
He slid his dick between my thighs, nudging me. “I’m still in bed.” He kissed my neck and his tongue worked upward until it traced the edge of my ear. His hand closed around my breast, massaging me before venturing down.
“Do you want me?” His fingers slipped in my folds.
It was a ridiculous question, of course I did. He knew it was true since I was already wet for him. “Yes.”
There was little foreplay. He buried himself inside, taking me from behind. I laced my hands on top of his and clung to him as he held me, fucking me slowly. But this wasn’t going to be lovemaking this morning, I could tell right away.
“I want you to be totally quiet when you come,” he said.
He’d just told me last night that he loved it when I screamed his name, so . . . “Why?”
“In case I want to do something like this to you someplace public.”
The shiver down my body flooded me with warmth. “Where?”