“Me, Mr. Sin-in-a-Sexy-Wrapper?” She flushed as the words passed her lips. Where did that come from?
“Excuse me? No, wait. Don’t take it back or explain. I like it.”
Jodie did too. So help her, with every tingle and spark spilling through her, this was a hundred times better than her fantasies, and it was only a taste.
Logan nipped her ear, his breath hot on her cheek. “So just this once? Get it out of our system? See what it’s like?”
“God yes.” This time she spoke the words. When he kissed her again, hard and hungrily, any remaining reservations evaporated.
He dropped one hand to her breast. When he dragged his thumb across her nipple, she groaned against his mouth. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled away with a chuckle. “What else”—he kissed her jaw—“can I do”—he traced a path down her neck—“to hear more of those incredible noises?”
“I guess you’ll have to get creative.” She heard herself say the words, almost as if she was watching this from a removed perspective, and in the middle of it at the same time. She was making out with the man she’d tried for years to see as nothing more than her brother, while she was pregnant with someone else’s child.
It was surreal, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop.
It only took a deft flick of his wrist and a twist of his fingers, to undo her jeans. He glided his hands along her bare skin and under her waistband, until he reached her back. “Hmm… Sounds hard.” He wedged his palms under her ass, and pulled her closer. His erection dug into her, insistent, emphasizing his point. He dragged his mouth along her jaw. “See what kind of bad puns you drive me to?”
“They’re fun, but they’re not very creative.” Jodie didn’t know where she wanted attention the most. Her nipples tingled from the brief tease, and focusing on them would draw this moment out, but the throbbing between her legs was more insistent.
“I can fix that.” He shifted his hands lower, and she adjusted her position to let him push her jeans and panties down.
She let out a squeak when her bare ass hit cold Formica.
He didn’t pause, dragging the clothing down her legs, knocking her sandals off, and tossing her pants aside.
He kissed her leg at the knee, she gasped.
“Like that, but more of it.” He licked up the inside of her thigh, a millimeter at a time.
The agonizingly slow journey made her wet with anticipation. By the time he reached her sex, it took the last of her restraint to keep from squirming with need. When he trailed his tongue along her slit, she whimpered. He closed his mouth around her clit, and her hips bucked. His tongue tracing circles around the swollen nub drew a loud cry, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, needing something to cling to.
Her thoughts no longer raced. A teensy bit of her said she should question this or stop it, or at least hesitate a little more. That voice was shoved in a closet by the way Logan licked her toward ecstasy. Her hips bucked with each pass, and climax built inside, stealing her air and making her head swim.
Her every sense flared to life, as pleasure snaked through her. The rough texture of his tongue. His familiar scent mingled with her arousal. The sharp, lingering tang of lemon on her tongue. And the way his groans mingled with her gasps, telling her he enjoyed the giving as much as she was the receiving.
She screamed when her orgasm crashed over her, blurring the lines between sensation until the world glowed behind her eyelids. When his touch became too much, and she jerked away instinctively, he stood and pressed his mouth to hers.
Tasting herself—enjoying the tang of her juices—was a new layer of wrong-but-oh-so-right. This was too amazing to deny herself.
Chapter Six
Logan was enjoying this far more than he probably should be. With his mouth crushed to Jodie’s and her rubbing against his torso, he didn’t have the brain power to put thewhyinto words. Maybe it was the forbidden aspect of things—he grew up with this woman, for hell’s sake. Or that she was as into it as him. Each new sound she made flooded his thoughts and rolled over his skin. Or maybe—
She dropped her hand below his waist and traced his cock through denim, watching him through her lashes with that look of hers.
Fuck it. He didn’t carewhyit was incredible. He was going to enjoy it for all it was worth. Cupping her face, he locked his gaze on hers. “I need to fuck you.”
She nodded.
Protection.“Damn it.” He didn’t want to let go of her, but it was probably a good idea.
“Not quite what I expected to hear, or how.” Her laugh was nervous.
Damn it damn it damn it.“I don’t have any condoms.”
“Are you clean?” Her voice was breathy, and she didn’t seem as concerned as he was.
“Yes.”