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He tugged a little, lifting her head. “I’m going to fuck you
like this,” he told her.

“Yes.”

He had to release her to grab a condom from the table and
quickly glove up. Then he gripped the base of his cock and directed the head to
her pussy, sliding it up and down and around in her abundant lubrication, over
the bump of her clit, and she trembled again.

“Your pussy is wet. And so pretty.” He stroked her more,
torturing both of them, his balls aching, his cock throbbing. He took pride in
his ability to control himself, and this time he’d wanted to draw things out as
long as he could, but damn, his blood was rushing through his body, his head
was starting to spin and all he wanted to was to feel the sweet clasp of her
pussy on his dick. “Ah, to hell with stamina,” he groaned. She made another
noise that might have been a choked little laugh. “I can’t hold back any more,
I have to be inside you.”

“Do it.
Please
.”

He pressed against her tight entrance, gritting his teeth.
His body buzzed, pressure building. He felt the rush of liquid heat around his
dick as he eased in, still working for slow and easy, but
fuck
, he was
crazed for her. She tightened around him and he paused, his heart pounding,
breathing fast. He tugged her hair again and thrust further inside, the clasp
of her body so hot around him. He pulsed there for a moment, catching his
breath, fighting back the orgasm that was gathering force deep inside him.

He slid out and then in again on a long, lush glide, in and
out. He watched, mesmerized by the visual of his cock parting the swollen folds
and disappearing into her body. Christ, that was hot. Her pussy flexed around
him and his head went back, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut. He groaned and
his fingers tightened on her hips.

“
Câlisse,
” she moaned. “That’s so good. So deep. God,
Logan, I feel you so deep inside me.”

“Good.” He liked that. A lot. He gave a harder thrust. And
again.

“I love it like this. Love the…” She gasped. “Deeper
angle…oh…”

She fucked him back, pushing her hips back at him, and
pleasure poured over him, unbearably sweet, agonizingly hot. His skin itched
and that pressure built again, tingling at the base of his spine. Once more, he
resisted the urge to come, slowing it down, pumping into her body with long,
deep strokes that made her groan and muffle her wails in the pillow.

Unbelievable. This was fucking amazing, the sizzling
connection between them, the way they seemed so in synch, equally hungry and
hot for each other, his need to dominate perfectly matched to her need to
submit. And yet she was strong, physically and mentally. Their bodies fit
perfectly, her long limbs and lean muscles a good match for his brawn, her
pussy the perfect receptacle for his cock. He groaned. Better than perfect.

Much as he loved the view this way, he wanted to see her
beautiful face when she came, so he slowly pulled out.

“Oh, what?” she cried.

“Ssh. Just gonna turn you back over.”

“Oh.” She sighed as he reached up to untie her hands and
then roll her to her back.

Kneeling between her thighs, he ran his hands down one of
her arms to her wrist and rubbed there. “Hands okay?” he asked. He moved to the
other wrist and she flexed her fingers.

“Yes.” He loved the breathy catch in her voice.

“Good.” He lifted one hand and kissed her knuckles, then the
other, his eyes fastened on hers, all dreamy and soft. He released one hand to
find his cock and push inside her again, his eyes nearly rolling back in his
head at the sweetness of it, and then he clasped both her hands again and
pressed them to the bed on either side of her head. He leaned over her, still
focused on her eyes, and she held his gaze so steadily, her lips parted.

Once more he slid in and out of her, rocking his hips
against hers, using his thighs and his glutes, and then he lowered himself even
more and kissed her mouth, deep, wet, tongue-tangling kisses. He rubbed his
face against hers. “Nicole,” he murmured, breathing in the scent of her skin.
He released her hands and slid his arm around her head, into her silky hair,
kissed the side of her neck. Her hands gripped his back, her legs wrapped
around him like they had that day in the loft, and he fucking loved it, loved
everything about it, loved her beneath him, around him, holding him. “Oh yeah.
God yeah.”

Her soft sounds of pleasure filled his ears, her body strong
and responsive beneath him. He breathed in her scent, his body tightening,
heated sensation building inside him, tingling over his nerve endings. He
opened his mouth to taste her skin, licking the side of her neck, sucking
gently there, and she gave another soft cry. The flames built higher inside
him, taking over everything, incinerating his control and then the pleasure
fragmented inside him. Electricity raced over his nerve endings and he buried
his face against her, pulsing inside her. Her pussy contracted around him hard
and he groaned, spasms still wrenching his body again and again. Finally, his
harsh, heavy breathing slowing, his head clearing a little, he lifted back up
onto his elbows, his lower body still cradled by hers, their bodies still
joined together, and looked down into her face. His hands held her head, thumbs
moving some damp strands of hair off her cheeks, and he gazed down into her
beautiful eyes. “Wow.”

Chapter Twelve

Nicole quietly opened the door and stepped out into the
hall. And came face-to-face with Taylor.

They stood there, staring at each other in the dark.
Taylor’s eyes shifted to the door of Logan’s room, then back to Nicole’s face.

“Holy shit,” she breathed and grabbed Nicole’s arm. She
started down the hall toward the kitchen, dragging Nicole with her.

Oh-oh. How the hell was she going to explain this?

“What are you doing up so early?” Nicole asked when Taylor
flipped on the kitchen light. She’d glanced at the clock beside Logan’s bed
when she’d climbed out to go back to her own room and it was only six thirty.

“I have a headache,” Taylor said. “I shouldn’t have drunk
that red wine last night, it always gives me a headache.” She opened a cupboard
and grabbed a bottle of painkillers.

Nicole leaned against the counter, rubbing her upper arms
below the sleeves of the big T-shirt she’d grabbed from a chair in Logan’s
room. “Great, you have a hangover. I have a bangover.” Her thighs and hips
ached, her skin was abraded and she’d hardly slept at all.

Taylor sent her an amused glance as she tossed pills into
her mouth. “Lucky you. Okay,
what
is going on?”

Nicole looked at the floor. “Um…”

“Were you there with him all night?” Taylor asked. She
gulped down some water.

Nicole sighed. “Yes.”

When Taylor was silent, Nicole met her eyes. “Another hockey
player?” Taylor said gently.

“I know.” Nicole closed her eyes and tipped her head back.
“I know, Tay. I didn’t intend for it to happen. But he’s…hard to resist.”

“I thought something was going on last night between you
two. Serious sparks.”

“Yes. Dammit.” She shook her head. “He asked me out a couple
of times, but I said no. I was going out with Paul. I tried to resist.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’m not getting involved with him,” she continued. “It’s
just…you know.”

“Sex.”

“Yeah.”

“Good sex?”

“Oh sweet mother of god, yes.” A wave of heat swept over
her.

Taylor grinned. “Well, that’s good at least. But geez, Nic,
you said no more hockey players.”

“I know. I
know
. But I trust him, that he won’t say
anything about this to anyone.”

“So it’s okay as long as no one knows about it?”

“Aargh!” Nicole clenched her teeth. “That’s not what I
meant.” Or was it? “I just meant, he’s not like Cody. He’s a good guy.”

“Yeah. I think he is.”

But Taylor was looking at her in a way that made Nicole
squirm. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“I can handle this.”

“Don’t get all defensive.”

“I’m not. Okay, I am. I know I shouldn’t have slept with
him. But that’s all it is.”

“It won’t happen again?”

“Um. Well. I’m not planning on it…” But wow, after what had
happened between them, she wanted to do it again. She wanted to explore more
with him. If he’d gotten inside her head like that and knew what she wanted in
one night, she got hot and shivery thinking about all the places they could go.

“Oh god,” Taylor said.

“It’ll just be between me and him,” Nicole said. “So don’t
say anything to anyone. Not even Fedor. Okay?”

Taylor pursed her lips. “Fedor will see what’s going on.”

“No. He won’t. There won’t be anything to see.”

“Okay. If you say so. I’m going back to bed. Maybe this
ibuprofen will kick in and I can get a few more hours of sleep.”

That had been Nicole’s plan too, to climb into the bed in
her own guest room and get some sleep before they tried to dig her car out.
Because she hadn’t gotten much sleep in Logan’s room. Now she wished she could
bolt right out of there and get home. She bit her lip and glanced out the
sliding doors from the great room onto the deck. A snow drift obscured almost
half the door. Great.

She followed Taylor down the hall and let herself quietly
into her own room. The bed sat there, still perfectly made up. Glumly, she slid
in between cold sheets, still wearing Logan’s T-shirt. She curled up and tucked
the covers around her neck, wishing for the warmth of Logan’s big body beside
her.

God. The things he’d done to her. The things he’d said to
her. He was incredible, so generous and patient. He’d made her feel so feminine
and sexy. He didn’t see her as a tomboy buddy like so many other men did. He
saw her as a woman and treated her as a woman, but not in a demeaning way.
Everything he did and said spoke of respect and consideration and giving her
pleasure. He was different.

It still didn’t excuse her from succumbing to the temptation
when she’d vowed she would never again get involved with a hockey player. She
shouldn’t have done it. She knew that. She had gotten defensive with Taylor
when Taylor really hadn’t even judged her or criticized her. Which she totally
should have. She should have given her a smack and told her to smarten up.

She huddled under the covers, her body warming the bed a
little. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing her muscles to
relax. Maybe nothing more would happen between her and Logan. That made her
sad. Already she felt a tingle down low inside her, a desire for more of what
they’d just shared. And she knew if Logan wanted more, she was going to be
helpless to resist it.

* * * * *

“It’s an
optional
practice,” Fedor said in the
morning. “We don’t have to go.”

“There’s no such thing as an optional practice,” Logan said.
“Move your ass and help me shovel my Jeep out. It’s four-wheel drive, we won’t
have any problem getting to the arena.” He looked at Nicole, sitting at the
kitchen counter with both hands wrapped around a big cup of coffee. His skin
tingled just looking at her, remembering last night. But she was acting all
cool and standoffish. “I’ll drop you off at home on my way, if you want. We’ll
have to dig your car out later. Until they plow the streets, you’re not going anywhere
in that Mustang.”

“But how will I get my car?”

“I’ll come back and get you later.”

She sighed. “I hate to put you to that trouble.”

He shrugged. “It’s no trouble. I just gotta get to the arena
for practice, though.”

“You could stay here,” Taylor told Nicole. “Until they get
back.”

“I need to go home. Silvia was there alone all night.” She
set down her mug on the counter. “Okay. Let’s roll.”

He watched her pull on those fur-lined boots, tucking her
skinny jeans inside them, the same jeans and turtleneck she’d worn yesterday
before she’d changed into that little black dress and sexy-as-fuck heels. His
cock stirred at the memory of doing her in those heels. Hawt.

With Fedor in the backseat, their talk was mostly about the
weather, specifically the shitload of snow that had fallen in the last day.

“This will be putting a crimp in people’s Black Friday
shopping plans,” Nicole said, looking out the side window.

“Were you planning to shop?” Logan asked her.

“Nah. I don’t have a lot of Christmas shopping to do. I
can’t buy anything for my dad. My mom gets expensive perfume or bath oil stuff.
I usually buy Julien clothes. Other than that, it’s Taylor and a few other
friends.”

“Huh. I have to buy for my parents, all three brothers and
now Remi and I guess Kyla, and holy crap, I guess for the baby if he or she
shows up before Christmas. I think the baby’s due in like two weeks.”

“Uncle Logan,” Fedor said from the back seat.

Logan grinned. “Yeah.” He wasn’t all that excited about
babies, but he did like kids. One day Jase’s little rugrat would be running
around and calling him Uncle Logan. That’d be fun.

He pulled up in front of Nicole’s townhouse condo and they
all climbed out, Nicole to go in, Fedor to move up front and Logan to…make sure
Nicole got to her door safely. Okay, it was only a few feet and it was broad
daylight, the sun now out, all blinding brilliance reflecting off the abundant
white snow, the air sharp and cold and blue.

He got the distinct feeling Nicole would not want him to
kiss her in front of Fedor, so he didn’t, but stood beside her as she let
herself in. “Give me your car keys,” he said.

She blinked at him. “Why?”

He shrugged and held out his hand, waggling his fingers.
“I’ll make sure it starts and that we can get it out.”

With a faint crease between her eyebrows, she handed over
the keys. “Okay.”

“I’ll call you or text you later,” he said. “And let you
know what time I’ll be back to get you. Maybe we can have dinner together.”

She gazed up at him. “I don’t know, Logan…”

He shifted just a little closer, wishing he could touch her.
“You don’t have another date with whatshisname, do you?” he growled.

“No, but…”

“You know you’re driving me nuts,” he muttered. “We just
spent basically the whole night having the hottest sex of my life and now
you’re pushing me away again. What is it…” He stopped and drew a breath. “Can’t
talk now. Gotta get to the arena. But we
will
talk later.” He gave her a
stern look and she pressed her pretty lips together and nodded.

He trudged back to the Jeep through the snow and jumped back
in.

“What’s the deal with you two?” Fedor immediately asked.

Logan wrapped his gloved hands around the steering wheel. “I
have no fucking clue.”

“You like her.”

“Yeah.” But he didn’t feel like talking about whatever was
going on between them, so he changed the subject and they talked about other
stuff until they got to the arena. He changed into shorts and a T-shirt and
climbed on one of the bikes to warm up.

It was an optional practice, but what he’d said to Fedor was
what he believed—no practice was really optional, especially when the team was
still struggling to find its groove. So he was glad to see that most of the
guys had showed up, despite the weather. But practices could still be fun, and
he figured the guys who’d made the effort deserved to be rewarded for that, so
he joked and fooled around a little on the ice to get everyone relaxed and
laughing with him as they stretched. After spending time with some of them
yesterday at Taylor and Fedor’s, he was feeling more comfortable with the team,
getting to know the guys on a personal level that helped him connect with them
on a professional level too. There were a few jokes about blow jobs and what a
lucky bastard Adam was. Then they got down to some hard work. All his focus was
on the drills they practiced, on being the best he could be, on working his
body and perfecting his skills.

As usual, he was the last one off the ice before heading
into the dressing room with the other guys. After showering and dressing, he
hung around a while longer, relaxing on one of the couches arranged in the
seating area, drinking a bottle of water and talking to a few of the players
who hadn’t been at Fedor’s the day before. Scott moved in and out between his
office and the dressing room.

When Cody Burrell sat down on the couch, Logan’s gut
tightened. He’d never be able to look at that asshole without thinking about
Nicole and what he’d done to her with that stupid remark. Which reminded him he
had to go back to her place to get her, and although she confused him, it made
him happy that he’d get to see her again.

He drove Fedor home first and the two of them shoveled the
driveway and dug out Nicole’s car.

“I should just drive her car over there,” he said to Fedor.

“Then how will you get home?” Fedor asked.

Logan resisted the urge to grin. If things went his way, he
wouldn’t be coming back. Not for a while, anyway. But once again, he kept that
to himself.

“I could follow you, I guess,” Fedor said.

No, that didn’t work. “That’s okay. I’ll figure it out when
I get there.”

Fedor shrugged. “Whatever.”

Logan climbed into Nicole’s car and started it. Luckily it
hadn’t been that cold—if it snowed that much, it couldn’t be
that
cold—so it started with no problem. He let it run for a few minutes to warm up
the engine, then drove to her place. He’d said he’d call her, but showing up at
her place might work better.

When she opened the door, he smiled and dangled her keys.
“Your vehicle is returned to you, ma’am.”

Wide-eyed, she took the keys. “You drove it here?”

“Yup.” And without waiting for her invitation, he stepped
into her condo. A wriggling, tail-wagging dog greeted him. Oh yeah. Silvia.
“Hey, pooch.” He extended a hand for the dog to sniff. “She’s not much of a
guard dog.”

Nicole gave a little laugh. “No, she’s not, but luckily
that’s not why I have her.” She shut the door against the frigid air outside.
“So how are you going to get back to Fedor’s place?”

He straightened and moved in closer to her. Now that they
were alone he could do what he’d wanted to all morning. He slid an arm around
her waist, pulled her up against him and kissed her. Hard. “I have no idea,” he
murmured, then kissed her again. This time her mouth softened beneath his, then
opened to him, and he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue inside before drawing
back. “I guess I’m stranded here.”