They would complete the look.
Imaging how Logan would react to her outfit, she fluffed her hair. Wine and desire had dilated her eyes. Anticipation had her body thrumming with warmth. Her nipples ached for his mouth. Turning, she looked at her butt in the mirror, the way he would. She sighed and turned back around, unable to resist a fat check. And she passed. Not fat. That, in and of itself, was a testament to how she’d grown. Logan had helped. He wasn’t responsible for her evolution. Yet, he’d certainly given her opportunity to explore and freely express herself.
With Logan, inhibitions had no home. And neither did her heart.
But when she opened the door, a surprise waited. Candles flickered in a seductive dance around the bedroom. Logan sat on the bed. Watching her. Waiting. Apparently, a plan of his own in play. Perhaps, he too had decided they needed to get back to the basics. To the safe game of sex.
Since this is what Lucy wanted, why did her chest tighten with the thought?
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A goddess.
That’s what Lucy looked like standing in the bathroom doorway, the light behind her. Logan’s body tightened. His mouth watered. After tonight, he had a newfound love for pink. Lucy had worn a hot pink silk blouse to work the prior week and the color had made her green eyes sparkle like emeralds. But what a little slice of pink silk did for her gorgeous body…well it was nothing shy of absolute, fucking perfection.
His cock thickened, pressing against his zipper. “You’re sexy as hell sweetheart.” He extended his hand feeling the rise of aggression. She did that to him. Made him hunger deep and burn hot. “Come here.” It was an order.
One dark brow lifted and her eyes held a challenge. One that said, she’d come because she wanted to. Not because he demanded so. With slow, seductive steps, Lucy moved toward him. Each sway of her hips expanded his cock, and made him throb.
His hands went to the mattress, holding it tight to keep from acting too abruptly. Too now. She paused, standing just out of his reach. “Thanks for the lingerie.”
He should thank her. This was one gift he benefited from. “I wondered if you wore it today.”
“Did you?” she asked, a bit of a taunt in her voice.
“You know I did.”
“Yes,” she said in a soft whisper of a reply.
God, how he wanted her beneath him. On top of him. All over him. He reached for her, but she sidestepped. And then she was behind him on the bed, kneeling on her knees. He tried to turn but Lucy stopped him by wrapping her arms around his chest and whispered in his ear. “No. Stay. I’m in charge.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Okay.” He felt her lips on his neck, soft and seductive. Playing havoc with his body. Urging him to act. Logan knew his willpower was low. “For now.”
A light scrape of her teeth made him shiver. “Unbutton your shirt,” she said near his ear and then nipped the lobe. Never one to disobey an order he wanted to follow, he did as she said. All the while she touched, kissed, and teased anywhere she could reach. Once his shirt was gone, he felt the coolness of her hands. They slid down to his back, a tantalizing contrast to the heat in his body.
Her mouth was on his shoulder as her hands roamed his chest, and moved to his stomach. Soft curves and those lush breasts pressed against his body. Leaning backward, he laced one hand into her hair and urged her mouth to his. A hungry slide of his tongue and he was tasting her. Savoring her like fine wine. Taking her in with a deep, slow exploration that was both sensual and hot.
Suddenly, she was sitting across his lap. He didn’t know who had moved. Her. Him. It didn’t really matter. She belonged there, tight against his cock, her softness molded to his hardness. He couldn’t kiss her enough. He couldn’t touch her enough. There would never be…enough.
Palming her breasts, Logan kneaded and drank her sexy little purr with a kiss. Pushing aside the lace his fingers found her nipple. With a light twist, he plucked and pinched. At the same time, he nipped her lip with his teeth. Her hand pressed on his chest, and her mouth withdrew.
“Damn you, Logan,” she said in a hissed word, her chest rising and falling with tantalizing results. She shifted so that she straddled him.
He didn’t know what she cursed him for. He could feel the V of her body over his throbbing erection. Those were only a few things on his mind. Reaching behind her, he went for the hook to her bra. To please her. Fuck her. No. Make love to her. She made him so damn hot it was easy to get wild with need.