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And with that, he caught her hands, pinned them behind her
back and had her flat on the couch. With his heavy weight on her, she gazed up
at him, enthralled. Her insides went hot and achy and her muscles weak. He
stared down at her with masculine satisfaction, studying her face. He knew what
she wanted.

She struggled to draw air into her lungs, lips parted. He
withdrew one of his hands from beneath her back, still easily holding her
wrists with the other. He gently stroked some hair off her face. His erection
pressed against her lower stomach and her breasts swelled and ached, her
nipples tight. He rubbed his thumb over her lower lip, then trailed his fingers
down her throat, over the neckline of her dress and lower to her breast. He
closed his hand over it and gently squeezed and a small sound escaped her lips
as pleasure poured over her, pooling low in her core.

She was helpless, trapped by his big body and his hands and
his mesmerizing gaze…and she loved it.

“This is what you like, isn’t it.” He leaned in closer and
licked over her bottom lip.

She didn’t answer. Admitting it made her vulnerable.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, rubbing his nose along the side
of hers. She closed her eyes and breathed in his warmth, the scent of his skin,
zesty clean and male. His scruff of beard rasped over her jaw and she rubbed
her face against his, seeking more of the sensation. “I like it too.”

Oh.
She felt herself melting, her body weakening, all
her breath leaving her body.

“My room,” he said. “Now.”

He pushed up off her, releasing her hands only long enough
to stand, and then he reached for them again to pull her up off the couch too.
He pulled her with him, first to the fireplace where he flicked the switch to
turn it off, then across the dark room, lit only by a night light in the
kitchen.

She wasn’t a tiny, helpless female, although he was much
bigger than she, but she felt that way as he led her down the hall to the
bedroom where he was staying, where she’d bumped into him that day she’d come
back from New York. He quietly closed the door behind them.

Milky light from the large window filled the dark room,
creating blue and silver shadows. Outside, snow still swirled and drifted down
from a pale sky, low clouds reflecting the light of the city, the snow casting
it back and creating an illuminated landscape outside the house almost as
bright as daylight.

Logan turned and pushed her back against the door, crowding
her up against it with his body, bending his knees a little to find her mouth
with his. She reached for his waist and held on as her legs trembled and he
pressed in closer, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, the other finding
her breast again.

Once again, the only thought in her head was, damn, he was a
good kisser. So sexy. So dominating and yet so tender. She couldn’t get enough
of it, of him, of the taste of his mouth, the feel of his lips on hers, his tongue
stroking inside, his beard scraping against her skin. Her pussy clenched hard
as his thigh pressed between hers and she tried to arch against him as much as
she could with the door at her back and his body against her front.

His strong hand shifted to her jaw, tilting her head, and he
took her mouth again in a deeper, darker kiss. His body radiated heat and
power. His hand kneaded her breast, rubbed over her sensitive nipple, and she
wanted her dress and her bra gone, wanted to feel his hands on her bare flesh.
God, what was he doing to her? She whimpered.

“I’d love to fuck you right up against this door,” he
whispered in her ear, making her shiver. “But Taylor and Fedor might hear us.”

“Quiet,” she replied in an equally hushed tone, her entire
body quivery with lust. “Have to be quiet.”

“Yeah. And that’s no fun at all.” He nipped at her ear lobe.
“Because I want to make you come until you scream.”

Heat shot through her.
Tabarnac de câlisse
, he was
setting her on fire.

The hand at her breast stroked down over her waist, her hip,
then his fingers moved on her thigh to pull her dress up. “This is a sexy
dress. And I love the shoes.”

“Mmm.” His fingers found skin and slipped up beneath her
dress. When his palm closed over her hip, bare but for the string of her thong
panties, she let out a sigh of pleasure. She burned for him, fire rippling
beneath her skin, liquid gathering between her legs. And he kissed her again,
holding her face and her hip, fingers pressing into her ass, his big thigh
thrusting up against her pussy.

Her clit throbbed, her inner muscles tightened and she tried
to grind against him, seeking pressure where she needed it.

“Hmm. Hot, aren’t you, baby.”

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, unreasonably
turned-on by the endearment. She was far from a baby. But damn, that made her
hot. His lips skimmed her throat and sucked gently there as his fingers curved
around her ass cheek. Sensation shimmered over her body and anticipation
tightened every nerve ending as his fingers slid further around, further down,
and then gently slipped beneath her thong panties and pushed into her pussy
from behind.

Her knees nearly gave out and she parted her legs a little
to give him wicked access to her body there.

“Wet,” he whispered, kissing her collar bone. “So wet,
Nicole.”

She could only moan helplessly as he found the slick,
swollen folds of her pussy. He stroked deeper, searching out the sensitive
opening, one finger sliding in. He stroked and rubbed there, making her need
and excitement build even higher. Her veins heated, her clit ached and she
struggled to breathe. Her fingers dug into his sweater, into the hard muscles
beneath.

“Wet and hot.” He continued to torment her with both words
and his fingers between her legs. “So sexy.”

Her head rolled against the door. “Bed.”

“Oh yeah, we’ll get there, no worries, babe. But I’m having
fun here, like this. With you up against the door and me fucking you with my
fingers.”

More heat flashed over her. His fingers moved in her again.
She could feel how wet she was by the slickness of his touch and she shifted,
trying to get him in deeper, trying to press her clit against the hard bulge of
his cock. She needed to come so bad, her whole body tight and aching with need.

His other hand lowered to her thigh and lifted it against
his hip. “Oh yeah,” she groaned as the pressure against her pussy increased.
“Oh yeah, that’s good.”

He rocked into her and kissed her again, his fingers buried
inside her, wet and thrusting. Her pussy tried to clench around him, draw him
in deeper, and he made a noise of appreciation as their bodies moved together,
mouths joined. Sensation built, tightening her womb, pulsing in her clit, and
she reached for it, strained toward it, let it roll over in hot, throbbing
waves of pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy tightening on his hand.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “Oh yeah, come for me, just like
that.”

She trembled and went limp, her body sagging between his and
the door. Then she lifted a hand and gave his shoulder a half-hearted punch.
“You said we couldn’t do it up against the door in case we made too much
noise.”

He laughed and pulled back from her, wrapping his arms
around her. “That was a lot quieter than it would’ve been if I’d really fucked
you there.”

Another hot spasm in her pussy.

“Now,” he said with a gentle smack on her ass that sent a
jolt of heat right to her pussy. “The bed.”

Chapter Eleven

Nicole was so aroused by the things he did, the things he
said. Holding her down, pinning her against the door, spanking her. Calling her
baby and telling her he knew she liked it rough. These were things she kept
deep inside and didn’t admit to every man she had sex with, because a lot of
them didn’t get it. And a couple of times when she’d thought they
did
get it, she’d been wrong, like with Cody Burrell. She never should have gotten
involved with him.

Had she finally found a man who understood? Who knew what
she wanted, but wasn’t a jerk who just liked to smack women around? She was
beginning to get a swelling feeling of hope inside her, along with all that
heat. Logan was different.

Logan led her over to the bed in the silvery shadows and
stopped beside it. His fingers searched the back of her dress for the zipper,
found it and began to tug, but before he got it very far down, he turned her so
her back was to him. Slowly he drew the zipper down, and she shivered at the
tickle of his warm breath on her skin. The soft pressure of his mouth. The drag
of his tongue following the zipper down over her spine. Tingles spread through
her body with delicious warmth, intensifying when he arrived at the base of her
spine with his mouth. The zipper stopped and for a moment, he just kissed and
licked her there. Then he reached up to slide the sleeveless dress off her
shoulders, down her arms and then all the way to the floor.

She couldn’t see him but was sure he was kneeling on the
floor behind her, his hands on her hips, his mouth moving over her lower back
and then her butt cheeks. She moaned and her head fell back, her hands clasped
in front of her as sensation cascaded over her body at the whispering,
feathering touches. And then he nipped her. Just a gentle closing of his teeth
over her flesh, right on the sweet spot of her ass, right where a little pain
could make her wet. She gave a soft cry.

“Sssh.”

She bit her lip. Oh yeah. Quiet. Taylor and Fedor.

His hands molded her ass, stroked the backs of her thighs
while he continued to kiss and nibble at her flesh. Heat swept from her
hairline to her toes and back up, centering in her aching pussy. He eased the
panties down over her hips until they dropped to the floor along with her
dress, then lifted her feet one a time to move the clothes aside.

Her breath caught again as he rose to his feet behind her,
flicked the clasp of her strapless bra and tossed it aside too. Now she stood
there, naked other than her black patent pumps. She felt the beat of her heart
in every pulse point on her body.

His arms circled her body, one hand sliding up between her
breasts, the other going low, resting on her belly, his fingertips on her pubic
curls, and he whispered in her ear, “Keep the shoes on.”

Her body responded to the commanding tone of his voice,
softening, and her mind responded as well, wanting to please him, wanting to
just let go and let him take control. “Okay,” she whispered. His mouth teased
the sensitive skin on the side of her neck as his hand cupped her breast and
she turned her head to find his mouth with hers. With his arms holding her like
that, she felt secure and safe and treasured, something she wasn’t sure if
she’d ever felt before in her life.

He lifted his mouth from hers and walked her closer to the
bed, only a couple of steps. “Lie down.”

She met his eyes as she turned and sat on the bed, then
stretched out on her back. This was crazy, wearing shoes in bed, but if he
liked it, she liked it too. She bent one knee, watching his face as he studied
her. He stood there, still fully dressed, but his fingers began working the
button and fly of his black pants open as his gaze roved over her. The heat and
appreciation in his eyes made her feel beautiful and sexy and warm.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured. “So fucking sexy with those heels.
I’m gonna fuck you with those on, Nicole.”

Her pussy clenched hard and grew even wetter. She dragged
her tongue over her bottom lip, watching him reveal his body to her. She
devoured him with greedy eyes, her gaze tracking over those big shoulders,
strong chest and narrow waist and hips. The shadows sculpted his arms into
bulges and dips and outlined his shape in black. And then she looked her fill
at his groin, where his cock rose so aggressively from thick brown hair between
solid thighs. Her breath squeezed in and out of her lungs in small bursts.

He bent over her, hands on the bed on either side of her,
and slowly licked her bottom lip. Her eyes drifted closed.

“Shit.”

Her eyes popped open.

“Be right back,” he said. He strode across the room, fumbled
around and returned holding several small packets. He held them up and she
smiled.

“You’re right,” she said. “You
do
always use protection.”

He grinned and set one knee on the bed as he dropped the
condoms on the bedside table.

“And you do have a long stick.” She reached for him, his
cock so fascinating and tempting.

“Yes, I do.” He was enormous, and she swallowed as her hands
circled him. He was hot and velvety soft, but stiff as a…yes, hockey stick, but
much thicker. He groaned as she pulled gently on him. She longed to taste him
and she began to shift lower on the bed to try to get him closer to her mouth.

He sensed her intent. “Whoa,” he said, stopping her. “Not
yet.”

“Oh.” She peered up at him. “But I want to.”

“You don’t need some of that stuff…what was it? Veil?”

Her eyes danced. “I don’t know until I taste you.”

“Witch.” He reached for her long hair and wrapped it around
his hand, holding her head in place. The tug on her scalp elicited pinpoints of
fiery pleasure. “Let’s save that for later. I want to fuck you.”

She so wanted to feel him in her mouth, but her pussy felt
empty and needy too, so she nodded and he climbed fully onto the bed and moved
over her.

“Last time was fast,” he muttered. “Want this time to last
longer.”

“Well, supposedly you have great stamina.”

She felt his smile against her breast where he rubbed his
stubble. “True that.”

She parted her legs and let him settle between them. His
mouth on her breasts had her blood surging hotly. He took one hard nipple
between his teeth and bit her, so gently, and a flash of heat zinged from her
breast to her pussy. She arched up into his mouth and he flicked his tongue
over the nipple, then sucked it deep into his mouth. “Oh god,” she groaned.

He drew on it with tight, hard pulls and flames built in her
womb. She lifted up against him, his skin now hot and bare against hers, his
cock thick and heavy between them. Her body shuddered with exquisite delight
and he moved to the other breast, laying a trail of kisses between, his beard
scratching erotically on her flesh. She grabbed onto his shoulders, and when
her fingernails dug in, he jerked and groaned. “Easy, babe,” he murmured. And
he rose up, reached for her hands and once more cuffed her wrists in one big
hand and held them above her head.

She loved it. Because she trusted him.

There were times she’d been in this position and she’d been
scared. Now she realized that what she’d been seeking all along wasn’t just
size or strength or control or even just domination―it was trust. It was
choice. It was power.
Her
power.

Because even as he held her down and did what he wanted to
her body, she knew she had a choice. And even as he held her down and did what
he wanted to her body, he was doing it for her. He was caressing her, sucking
on her tender nipples, exploring her body with his mouth and hands, well, now
just one hand, intent on finding every spot that made her gasp with pleasure or
writhe with delight. And he did find them…the inside of her elbow, the hollow
at the base of her throat, the sides of her torso.

“Hold onto the headboard,” he directed her, curling her
fingers around the wrought iron. “Do you want me to tie you up?”

Once again, she melted inside at his words, that he’d asked
such a wicked thing with such matter-of-fact consideration. Her eyes got very
moist as she gazed up at him in the pale light from the snow outside. She so
hesitated to admit it, but… “I do,” she whispered.

He smiled at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and
rolled off the bed, returning a moment later with a length of silky rope. As he
bound her wrists to the bed, she said, “You had this here?”

“Yeah.”

She bit her lip, questions backing up in her brain,
unbelievably turned-on by the knowledge that he had rope in his bedroom.

“I told you before,” he said softly, giving one last tug on
the rope. “I like it too.”

Her eyelids grew almost too heavy to hold open, her entire
body dissolving with lust. “Yay,” she said, and he grinned.

He bent and kissed her mouth and then resumed his
exploration of her body, making her shiver and shake and give soft little
cries. He kissed and stroked his way down her legs, licking the inside of her
knee, and sensation cascaded over her nerve endings. She loved the feeling of
being stretched on a rack of bliss, helpless and at his mercy. She let go, let
herself float as he took possession of her with gentle yet firm touches.

Her clit throbbed as his hands and mouth neared it, aching
for his touch, but he played longer, stroking her inner thighs, kneeling
between her legs and lifting them. “Still love these shoes,” he said, kissing
the top of one foot, then the other. Holding both ankles, he pushed her legs up
and back and his hand found her pussy. She could feel the cream slipping out
from between her folds and he immediately found it too, fingers gliding up and
down there. “Mmm. Sweet, Nicole. I loved how you tasted. I want to do that
again.”

“No,” she cried.

He paused and peered around her raised legs, one eyebrow
raised. “Pardon?”

“I just…I liked that, I did, and I want it too, but it’s not
fair. You wouldn’t let me taste you. You said you wanted to fuck me. And that’s
what I want too. Fuck me, Logan.”

He gazed at her for a moment without smiling. Clearly he
wanted to be in charge of this. Her heart thudded against her ribs, heat
sweeping over her body in steady waves. “Well,” he said. “Good thing you’re
tied up then.”

And he dropped down between her thighs and buried his face
there.

She gave another soft cry, her wrists pulling at the ropes.
But it was so erotic, so gratifying that he wanted her like that, and the
sensation of his lips suckling at her swollen flesh, his tongue rubbing over
her, was exquisite. He spread her cream all over, all the way back to her rear
opening, and she gasped.

He lifted his head to look up at her, his eyes gleaming,
shiny lips curved into a questioning smile. “Hmm. You like that too, baby?”

She bit her lip and gave a tiny nod.

“Awesome.” He bent his head again and nipped at the tendon
of her inner thigh. “Me too. Can’t wait for that. Can’t wait to fuck your ass.
But not this time.”

Her pussy spasmed and creamed even more. How much more could
she take? She was so aroused, so overloaded with sensation, intoxicated with
it, she wondered if she could stand it.

But she did. Her head thrashed on the pillow as he ate at
her, licking up her slit, all the way down to her anus, then rubbing there with
his fingertips as his tongue dragged back up. Sensation sparkled and spread
from his touch at her back entrance. He tongued her clit from side to side,
then sucked on it, and she jerked up at the ecstatic sensation.

“Jesus, Nicole,” he muttered, kissing her clit. “Love how
responsive you are.”

“Uh-huh…” That insistent ache behind her clit intensified
and spread through her pelvis.

“Okay.” He drew back. “Let’s turn you over.”

Logan flipped her onto her stomach, mindful of her bound
wrists. He couldn’t keep her like that for too long, but he wanted to play with
her this way too. Christ, she made him hard! He was aching to bury his cock
inside her hot, wet body. She was melting, the cream literally melting out of
her, and the way her body quivered and trembled, the little noises she made as
he touched her, set him on fucking fire.

Her ass was perfection, round and firm, filling his palms.
He curved his palms around her flesh and squeezed, gentle at first, then a
little harder, bringing a gasp from her lips. He rubbed, and then laid a firm
tap on one cheek. He was pretty sure that was the spot. “There?” he murmured.

“Oh god.”

He smiled. “Good.” And he laid another smack there, then on
the other cheek. It was such a turn-on to be with a woman who wanted this, who
didn’t freak out at the things he liked to do. Ah, sometimes they let him tie
them up, but he could tell they weren’t really into it.

Nicole was into it.

He gave her a few more little spanks, just hard enough to
pinken her skin, and then he thrust his hand between her thighs, and holy hell,
she was dripping. “Mmm.” He reached for her with both hands and hoisted her
hips up, parting her thighs, revealing all her pink and pretty girl parts to
him. He licked his lips, her taste lingering on them, and flames built in his
balls, her sweetness a powerful aphrodisiac. He’d never tasted anything as
delectable. He bent down for more of that.

“Logan,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Just tasting you again.” He rubbed his face over her ass
cheeks, nipped her soft flesh, then pressed his mouth to her pussy. He inhaled
her scent and kissed her there, then opened his mouth and licked. His hands
held her ass cheeks, his thumbs playing at her opening. Her legs began to
quiver and he clasped her hips tighter. “Christ, you’re incredible. You taste
so fucking sweet. I could do this forever.”

She made another whimpery noise, her hair spread out around
her head, hiding her face. He reached up and stroked a hand down the length of
her back, admiring the smooth, graceful curve, then slid his hand back up and
into her hair, fisting a handful of it. She moaned. So damn beautiful.