He kept playing with her nipples and her hands went to his wrists as if stabilizing herself. “Do I what?”
“Have vivid memories of that night with me?”
She visibly swallowed. “Yes,” Lucy whispered.
There was a flash of emotion in her big, green eyes. A hint of insecurity, yet, she’d been brave and answered with the truth. Damn, she got to him. A part of him wanted to grab her and make sweet love to her. But, this was about sex and games, not tenderness and love. They worked together. It had to be this way. That thought made him push her. “What about fantasies about us together?”
Her lashes lowered. “Yes.” The word barely came out.
“Do you have the courage to act out them out?”
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy stared at Logan, looking a bit dazed. Then, without a word, she reached for her skirt. He took a step backward, giving her room to undress as he fingered his hook. Watching her watch him. It took him only moments to rid himself of his clothes but he didn’t want her completely naked. In her tiny white lace panties, thigh-high hose, and black high-heels, she looked like perfection.
“Leave the rest. I like it.” He gripped his throbbing cock. “Can’t you tell?”
She wet her lips, looking down at his erection. He sensed her nervousness, yet she stepped forward and replaced his hands with one of hers. Her palm wrapped the width, and then slowly slid to the tip.
Logan gave into the pleasure, letting his eyes shut as she stroked the sensitive underside of his swollen tip, and then spread his moisture on the sensitive skin. An edgy kind of pleasure built inside. Sensations spiraled through his nerve endings, starting with her touch and radiating like a pulse through the rest of his body. It would be so easy to lose control with Lucy. He had been yearning for this day for so very long. But he couldn’t let things get rushed. Not tonight.
This was the beginning of a fantasy rather than the end. Of that, he was quite certain. Forcing his eyes open, he reached for her wrist. “Turn around.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Turn around,” he repeated. “We’ve done this before. You know what I want. Don’t argue.” Logan loved her ass. Besides, this was one night she needed to be controlled. If he gave her time to think, she’d talk herself out of what they had together. Out of exploring what might be in the future.
For a split second, Lucy looked like she might refuse. Then, slowly, she did as he said, giving him a view of her damn fine ass with only a G-string between her well-rounded cheeks. Her long brown hair streamed down her creamy white back like a silken veil. It was a sexy as hell vision. He wanted to fuck her just like this, with her ass in his hands. He ran his finger along the thin string, between those lush cheeks, and she tensed. It did nothing to deter him.
Logan knew what he wanted and he intended to have it. To take her. To let her know he was claiming their passion and that she couldn’t run from it. And if he let her, she’d hide. He knew that as well.
He palmed one side of her ass and squeezed. “Lean on the bed.”
She looked over her shoulder at him for a moment, and then turned, pressing her knees to the mattress. “Hands on the bed,” he ordered.
She did as he said and Logan simply stood there, looking at her—no, admiring her—his cock throbbing with the demand to slide inside her silky soft entrance. He wrapped his palm around his cock trying to ease the discomfort. The demand of his body.
“Logan,” Lucy whispered with desperation in her voice, leaning so that she could peek at him without adjusting her position.
“Just stay there, sweetheart. You have no idea how hot you look.” But he stepped forward, not in answer to her plea. Instead, he answered the call of his body. He simply had to feel the slick wetness of her body. Had to. The condom could wait. One hand around his erection, he slid it between her thighs, dipping into the slick, warm proof of her arousal.
For a moment, he simply reveled in the delicious feel of her body against his. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his throbbing erection along her lips, pushing her panties to the side. “Want this?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He dipped his sensitive head inside her, fighting the sensations that drew him to drive into her. Instead, he pulled back out. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, damn you.”
He laughed and pulled away, smacking her lightly on the ass. “Don’t move.” In a matter of moments, he’d grabbed a stash of condoms and started opening a package. He didn’t want to use it but what if she wasn’t still on the Pill? And even if she was, what if she didn’t want to risk what she had in those moments of passion once before? Yearning to be inside her drove him to act fast.