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“Sweet Jesus, that’s sexy,” she muttered.

He smiled and lowered himself, half on her, half beside her,
shoved his hands into her hair and held her head as they kissed more, bodies
moving together, her hips lifting against him with aching need. The sensation
of his naked torso against hers had pleasure sweeping through her, her chest
feeling hot as if she were glowing inside. She rubbed her breasts against his
chest and he let out a low groan.

“You feel so good,” he said, nipping her bottom lip, then
dragging his tongue over it. “So soft.” His hands caressed her, her arms, her
breasts, her waist, her hip.

She’d never been a soft girl. She’d been an athletic tomboy
most of her life. Yes she had breasts which she was quite happy with, but she
didn’t have a curvy figure. Her waist wasn’t tiny, her hips were boyish, her
shoulders strong. But Logan’s admiring looks and hot touches made her feel
feminine and beautiful and desirable.

And so when he undid the button of her jeans, she knew
they’d reached a point of no going back. She opened her mouth to say stop, but
no sound came out. She was dying with wanting him, melting into him, so much
pleasure filling her body at his kisses, his touch, his whispered words, and
yet she ached for so much more. She felt drugged, helpless…and so she let it
happen with an overwhelming feeling of inevitability. Unstoppable.
Irresistible.

If she was going to do it, she wasn’t going to ruin things
by continuing to protest. Why play games, even with herself? As he’d said,
there was no point in protesting unless she meant it. And if she was going to
do it, she was going all in and it was going to be good.

Chapter Eight

Logan rose to his knees and moved above her, lowering the
zipper of her jeans, then tugging them down her hips and knees, slowly,
carefully. He pulled off her boots and let them drop to the floor with a thud,
then removed her jeans the rest of the way, leaving her in black thong panties.
And socks. She tried to toe them off and with a smile he reached to help her.

He lifted her bare foot to his mouth and kissed it, watching
her with hot eyes, and her body turned liquid. Then his tongue blazed a hot
trail up over her calf, pausing on the sensitive skin on the inside of her
knee, making her quiver. He kissed her there, then lowered her leg to the
floor. His attention shifted to her panties.

“Pretty,” he said, touching the black velvet bows on each
hip. When he dragged his fingers along her abdomen just above the edge of the
panties, she shivered. Then he bent and kissed her stomach, just below her
bellybutton and then just above. Every nerve ending tingled, every muscle
tightened as his mouth moved higher and then kissed her between her breasts.
“Mmm.”

With fascination, she watched his face, the pleasure in his
eyes before his lids slowly drifted closed, long eyelashes dark against his
cheeks, his mouth so sensual. He turned his face into one breast, opened his
mouth and gently sucked, then his lips sought her nipple. She shuddered with
pleasure as he took it into his mouth and sucked, first gently, then harder.
Her hands slid into his silky hair to hold his head there as her own eyes
closed and her chin came up. Sensation shot straight to her womb at the tug of
his mouth on her breast. Little pleasure noises spilled from her lips.

He moved to the other breast, cupping the first with his
hand, drawing on the other nipple with delicious little pulls, then scraping it
so delicately with his teeth. Her body twitched in response and she shifted her
legs, her pussy squeezing. “So good,” she whispered. “Oh god, so good.”

“Mmhmm. So sweet.” He kissed her nipple, then began kissing
his way down her stomach again, his big body shifting lower. Both hands cupped
her breasts as he laid a kiss on the triangle of black fabric at the apex of
her thighs. Excitement spiraled through her,
câlisse
, she was burning up
inside. He licked along her skin, then took the edge of the panties in his
teeth and tugged them down.

She lifted her hips off the satin lining of her jacket to
assist him, watching him switch to using his hands. His hands looked so big and
masculine, his fingers curled around the scrap of fabric, and her tummy did
another little flip of lust. He carefully removed the panties over one foot,
then the other, and she blinked when he shoved them into the front pocket of
his jeans.

“What are you doing?” She lifted her head and went up onto
her elbows.

He grinned. “If you have to ask that, I’m doing something
wrong.”

“I mean…” She sank back down as his hands slid up her thighs.
“I mean, what…?” But when he bent and kissed the patch of hair he’d just
revealed, she lost her thought.

“Christ, you smell good,” he muttered, nuzzling her there.
His hands still on her thighs, he pushed them open, nudging his way between.

“Oh god.” She squeezed her eyes shut as her pussy melted.
“Logan…”

“Yeah?” He leaned in and his tongue dragged over her folds.
She gasped, then gasped again as he licked her there. Small wails escaped her
as pleasure vibrated through her body. “You’re so wet, Nicole.” He lapped at
her sensitive flesh again. “I love that.”

She squirmed, more heat cascading over her body, her clit
pulsing in anticipation.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, pulling back to study her.
Her face burned at his words. “So pink and shiny.” His fingers slid though the
thick cream there, finding her entrance, pushing gently inside. “Oh yeah.” He
used his thumbs to part her and once more licked his way up and down, kissing
her inner lips, nibbling gently on her, licking around her clit but not on it,
even his breath on her sensitive skin making her tremble.

She groaned with aching need and frustration.

“You taste incredible,” he murmured. “And you like this,
don’t you?”

“God yes!” She reached for his head and threaded her fingers
through his hair. When she let her fingernails scrape over his scalp, he
growled against her pussy. “Oh yeah, feels good, Logan.”

His tongue slid over her, his lips sucked gently on her,
torturing her, letting the flames inside her build higher and hotter. She
lifted against his mouth and he wedged himself between her thighs, lifting her
feet to his shoulders. He slid his hands beneath her ass and cupped her,
bringing her up to his voracious mouth, and
sacrament
, he was good with
that mouth. His tongue circled her clit again and again and then finally
stroked over it. Sensation rocked her body, spreading from her center out, and
she cried out, gasping for breath.

“Like that?” he murmured, one long finger sliding back
inside her.

Aching, she mumbled her agreement.

And then he took her clit in his mouth and sucked. She
almost hit the ceiling, she was so hypersensitized, so needy, whimpering with
delight, every nerve ending on fire. His tongue rubbed over the knot of nerves
and pressure built, that delicious buzzing and tingling intensifying, spreading
through her whole body. “Ah! Oh god, yes.” She let it grow and swell inside
her, taking her up, Logan’s mouth on her pussy, and then she cried out when it
exploded, sparks shooting through her veins, waves of pleasure pouring over
her.

Logan lifted his head from Nicole’s sweet pussy, out of
breath, her taste on his tongue, his lips wet. Holy hell. How did this happen?

Well, it had been building between them for a while, but
wow. He sucked in air and pushed up onto his knees. She lay there, blinking her
dazed eyes. He leaned forward, taking his weight on his arms, and kissed her
mouth.

It blew his mind, her lying there naked beneath him, still
trembling from her orgasm. The orgasm he’d given her. He smiled against her
lips, then straightened and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He
flipped through it and pulled out the condom, tossed the wallet aside and
ripped open the package.

“Oh,” Nicole breathed, watching him.

Had to get these jeans off. His dick throbbed painfully
behind the zipper pressing against it. He unzipped and shoved them down to his
knees, releasing his heavy cock, but then he paused. It seemed wrong to not be
naked when she was, so he fell back onto his ass and wrestled his jeans all the
way off, which meant the Nikes had to go too. Jesus. Urgency burned in him, he
needed to be inside her, wanted to feel her still coming around him.

“I’ll make you come again,” he muttered, finally kicking the
jeans aside. “Thank Christ for that fireplace. Next time’ll be in a bed. “

She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, studying him with
warm eyes, and once more he leaned over her and kissed her, sliding his tongue
slowly in and out of her mouth. She moaned and the sexy little sound made his
dick twitch.

“Gotta glove up,” he said, amazed he could think of
something like that when his head was spinning with lust. He wanted to be
inside her so bad.

“Thank you.”

He rolled on the condom and ran his hands over her thighs
again, firm and slender. She was fucking gorgeous, her hair all spread around
her on the floor, her body tight and lightly muscled, but still feminine.
Especially her breasts, which made him nuts, the way they filled his hands, the
pretty pale-pink nipples tightened into perfect suckable points.

On his knees, legs spread wide, he edged closer, pushing her
thighs up and back, opening her to him. He found his dick and pressed against
her wet heat. Their eyes met and they breathed in tandem, short, shallow pants
as deliberately he pushed into her. Her teeth sank into her lush bottom lip on
a small gasp.

“Oh baby,” he whispered. “That’s good. Hot and tight around
me.”

She blinked.

He recognized the hunger in her eyes, growing again after
her first climax, and he wanted to give her what she needed. He groaned at the
urge to pound into her, his head falling back as he eased into her body, her
pussy muscles closing around him tight and warm. A long groan escaped him.
“Nicole. Ah Christ. You have no idea…” He loved sex, probably the only thing he
loved more than hockey, and he liked his sex like his hockey—fast and rough and
sometimes a little dirty. This was killing him, but he didn’t want this to be a
quick fuck on the floor, he wanted it to be more. He wanted it to be good for
her. No—better than good.

He pushed in further, deeper, his dick throbbing inside her.
His blood pounded in his veins, heat sizzled up his spine, and then he reached
for her waist and held her tight as he pulled out and thrust back into her. He
kept it slow but forceful, watching her eyes glaze, her breath uneven through
her parted lips.

“This is crazy,” she whispered.

“I know. But I like it. You like it too.” He held her gaze
steadily, heat building inside him, fast and hard. “Don’t you.”

“Yes. I like it. You inside me like that…fuck me. God,
Logan!”

“You want it harder?” He narrowed his eyes at her, her hips
lifting against him.

“Yes!”

“Aw fuck.” He looked down at where they were joined, his
cock shiny with her cream, sliding in and out of her pretty pussy, her small
patch of dark gold curls damp. “I knew it…I had a feeling…” Her breasts jiggled
with each stroke of his body into hers and her breathing became noisier, small
gasps and pants. He stretched out over her, resting his elbows on either side
of her head, held her face and kissed her, hard. Their bodies moved together,
both of them strong, straining against each other, and when she wrapped her
long legs around his hips, the top of his head nearly blew off.

She arched and twisted beneath him. Her arms came around him
too, and he lifted his mouth and pressed his cheek against hers, eyes closed.

“Nicole,” he muttered. “I wanted this so bad. Wanted
you…like this.”

She groaned and her hips tilted against him.

He pulled her arms from around him and clasped her hands,
then pinned them to the floor on either side of her head. Their eyes met in a
collision of heat and sparks, power and surrender. Understanding. He fucked her
harder, faster. The clasp and pull of her body on his dick was exquisite
torture. Then her body went still and taut, her fingers tightening on his, her
heels against his ass. She cried out and he kept moving, thrusting as her pussy
rippled around him. Sweat built on his body, fire burned beneath his skin,
heating him, and his balls throbbed with the need to come. The pressure
exploded inside him. Guttural noises escaped from his mouth, long, low sounds
of agonizing pleasure, and then he buried his face in the side of her neck, his
cock pulsing inside her.

He stayed inside her for a long time after he came, partly
because he didn’t want to move and partly because he didn’t think he
could
move. Eventually, though, his arm muscles started to protest as he tried to
hold some of his weight off her and he slowly pulled out of her body, reaching
down to make sure the condom stayed in place.

Now what the hell was he supposed to do? He hadn’t really
thought this through, this having sex on the floor in an empty loft. He climbed
to his feet and headed into the bathroom, and luckily enough, there was toilet
paper on the roll. He got rid of the condom and brought some tissue back for
Nicole. Once again on his knees, he moved toward her.

“What are you doing?” she asked again.

“Um. Just going to clean you up.” He’d worn a condom, but
she was really wet, that little patch of curls damp, her inner thighs slick.

She clamped her thighs together. “You don’t have to do
that.”

“Yes. I do.” Firmly, he parted her legs and gently wiped
her, then returned to the bathroom to flush the tissue. When he walked naked
back into the living room, she had rolled to her stomach, her face buried in
the collar of the jacket she was lying on.

The long smooth curve of her back begged him to sweep his
hand over it and her perfect tight little ass had his palm itching to give her
a little tap there. “Hey,” he said, dropping down beside her again. He gave in
to the urge to explore her with his hand, her skin satiny smooth beneath his
palm as he stroked down her back, over the curve of her hip, then rested on her
waist. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh god. You have no idea.”

He rolled her onto her back and looked into her eyes. “That
was sensational,” he murmured. “Maybe a little too fast, but I think we both
wanted it that way. This time.”

“This time,” she repeated, closing her eyes.

“Sorry about the floor,” he said. “This isn’t the most
comfortable place.” He stretched out beside her and pulled her into him,
wrapping her up in his arms and legs. “Are you cold?”

“No. Dammit, quit being so nice.”

He paused. “Am I supposed to be an asshole?”

She sighed. “No. Of course not.”

A chiming noise filled the room. He lifted his head. What
the…?

“My cell phone,” she said, rolling away from him. She
crawled across the floor to where she’d dropped her purse and the view of her
doing that had his dick surging to life again. Jesus Christ. She sat and pulled
the phone out, reading the screen. Her lips pressed together and her eyes
closed.

“What is it?”

She turned her head and looked at him. “Paul. He’s texting
to confirm our date tonight.”

Logan’s insides tightened, hell, his whole body went tense.
“You’re not going.”

She frowned at him but didn’t reply.

“Seriously, Nicole.”

Her chin firmed a little as she looked down at the phone in
her hand. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”