Two Times as Hot (12 page)

“Okay, but I’ll be done much faster if you help me with the hook and the zipper in
the back of my dress.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He was on his feet and moving behind her in seconds,
ignoring that he was in his stocking feet and his tuxedo pants were hanging wide open.

The halter-top of the dress fastened at the back of her neck. The design left a good
bit of her back exposed before the bottom half of the dress and the zipper that ran
low, over her shapely ass. He gripped the tiny tab between thumb and forefinger.

Standing behind Emma and doing something as intimate as unzipping her dress had Logan
breathing faster. He pulled the zipper down, tooth by tooth, as the motion ramped
up his urge to strip her.

Logan reached up and brushed Emma’s hair to the side. He felt for the three tiny metal
hooks holding up the top of the dress. Emma waited motionless while he unfastened
them, one by one. He was amazed at his own control as he maneuvered fingers much too
bulky and not nearly steady enough for work as detailed as this.

After the release of the final hook the top fell. Emma clutched the fabric to her
chest so it stayed mostly in place over her bra. He let her. He was fine with giving
her the illusion of remaining covered for a bit longer since he no longer had any
intention of letting her undress herself in the bathroom. Not now that he’d gotten
a taste of the pleasure of doing it himself.

He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the top of her bare shoulder, then kissed
a path to her throat. She tilted her head to the side and gave him greater access
to the porcelain skin of her neck. Logan moved his hands to her bra, working by feel
to release the strap from behind her neck. He moved to the lower band and found it
crisscrossed in the back, then circled around her waist to hook in the front, all
while remaining hidden beneath the low-backed dress.

Emma was no average woman. He’d known that already, but now he was learning that even
the woman’s undergarments were complicated. That was fine. Logan wasn’t about to let
anything stand in his way, tricky bras included. It would all be worth it in the end,
and truth be told, he was enjoying undressing her. The process helped him get back
some of the self-control he’d thought he’d lost completely in her presence.

While he stood behind her and latched on to her earlobe with his teeth, Logan slid
his hands beneath the fabric of her dress. Running his palms along her ribcage, he
felt the warmth of her skin. He slipped his fingers beneath hers where she still held
the top of her dress up. He located and managed to unhook the remaining bra closure.

“You were supposed to let me get undressed in the bathroom,” she said.

“You’ll get over it.” He spoke the words against her ear while palming her bare breasts.

A shiver ran through her. He felt it and smiled, before rolling her nipples between
his fingers. They hardened beneath his touch, which only made him want to pull the
pebbled peaks into his mouth. He’d get to that, but first, there were other parts
of Emma that needed to be undressed. He pushed her hands down, and the dress followed,
falling to the floor with a swish of fabric.

“Don’t worry. I’m not looking at your Spanx. I promise.” He didn’t promise not to
touch her. Or possibly spank her, now that she’d put that idea in his head.

Sliding his hand inside the front of what he assumed was the undergarment she’d wanted
to hide, he discovered the fabric was thick, and tight, but Logan was nothing if not
determined. He continued a path down until his fingertip parted her lower lips. Emma
let out a sigh. He’d make her more than sigh, if he had more room to work.

Time to get her naked. Logan hooked both thumbs inside the waistband of the garment
restricting his freedom and, bending his knees, pushed it all the way down her legs
until he encountered her high heels.

Okay, maybe being
completely
undressed was overrated, because Logan would definitely like Emma to leave those
mile-high shoes on for a bit longer. He stood upright again, running his hands back
up her bare legs as he did. From his position behind Emma, he pressed his palm to
her belly, and then slid lower. After stepping out of the undergarment, Emma widened
her stance, and he took advantage of it.

He explored her damp folds with the fingers of his right hand, while his left held
her tight against him. Logan kept his clothes on, knowing if he was naked as well
it would be too easy to slide into her. Oh, he would get to that. Later. Now, he wanted���no,
he needed—to feel Emma come apart beneath his touch.

From where he stood behind her, his six-foot-two-inches meant he towered over her
even with her in heels. Emma pressed her head back against his chest and he could
look down and see her face. Her eyes squeezed shut as her lips parted. Her breath
began to come faster, tinged with tiny sounds of pleasure that were tantalizing enough
to make Logan fear he’d lose control.

He adjusted his hold on her and she gasped, “Don’t stop.”

Logan had no intention of stopping. Short of the room becoming engulfed in flames,
there was nothing that could happen to make him stop now. He wanted this as much as
she did. To prove it to her, Logan spun Emma around and lifted her onto the edge of
the dresser. He spread her legs wide and groaned at the sight of her, bared to him,
before he bent low.

Using hands and tongue, he worked her hard, inside and out, ignoring the tingle in
his scalp as she clutched at his hair. Enjoying the taste of her as she pressed harder
against his mouth.

She came loud with her head thrown back against the dresser’s mirror. Her voice filled
the room, and Logan loved every second of it. There was no one they knew nearby to
hear them. Her muscles convulsed around the fingers that filled her. The need to be
inside Emma overtook him.

Logan turned and located his bag on the floor. Leaving Emma still perched on top of
the dresser, he strode to the bag and grabbed the condoms. Still mostly clothed, Logan
shoved the waistband of his boxer briefs down, out of the way, and then covered his
erection with the condom. He was ready and back to her long before Emma had regained
her breath.

Good. He liked her breathless. With any luck, he’d keep her that way for quite a bit
longer.

Looping her knees over his forearms, Logan supported her legs. He stepped between
them and plunged inside her. He had to peer past the hem of his shirt to see as he
drove into her wet heat, filling her. He forced himself to take his eyes off where
they were joined and looked up to find Emma’s gaze narrowed with desire as she watched
him watching her. He could stare into those eyes all night while he made love to her.
That was a definite possibility since Logan had swiped a strip of six condoms from
Tyler’s room.

At thirty-nine years old, it had been a very long time since Logan had made love to
a woman even near that many times in one day, or hell, even in one week. But tonight,
he had every intention of loving Emma until they both couldn’t move, or she told him
to stop.

He plunged into her, hard and fast. The small part of his brain that was still functioning
took note that the mirror was bolted to the wall so at least his enthusiasm couldn’t
send it crashing to the ground. He wouldn’t break the mirror, but that didn’t mean
the same was true of Emma as each stroke drove her back against the hard surface.

“You okay?” He asked the question between clenched teeth as he tried to hold on and
not succumb to the urge to finish this sooner rather than later.

“I’m fine. Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Unfortunately, he already felt the telltale tingle building inside him. Logan knew
he wouldn’t be able to hold on for too much longer. He leaned in and took her lips,
then moved to her throat. She bore down around him inside her, increasing both the
friction and his need to come. Her muscles clenched tight as she let out a soft sexy
moan that sent a shiver down his spine.

That clinched it. He was done. Logan held deep and came hard, his face and his fingers
buried in the mass of Emma’s hair. He felt every throb of his release, and every flutter
of her body as it spasmed around him.

It wasn’t until he’d finished pulsing inside her that he came back down to earth,
and reality. It was then Logan realized he had Emma contorted between him and the
mirror, her legs still over his arms as he fisted her hair in one hand.

Hissing in a breath, Logan took a step back and eased her legs down. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He lifted her off the dresser and set her on the ground, leaving his arms around her
when he saw her legs were still wobbly. No surprise, after the way he’d had her bent
like a pretzel while he’d pounded into her. This time, they’d be on a nice soft bed.
He led her there and watched her climb onto the mattress, naked and beautiful.

Which reminded Logan that he was overdressed. After disposing of the condom, he began
tearing at buttons and cufflinks while she lay back and watched him. Finally he was
free of the shirt, and soon made short work of his pants, underwear, and socks.

The look in her eyes as she watched him move toward her was enough to have Logan rising
again as he crawled between her legs. He ran his hands up her thighs, loving how she’d
spread them to make room for him. He wanted to touch, to worship, every inch of her.

Logan moved over her body. Drawing one nipple into his mouth, he scraped his teeth
across the tender flesh and watched the gooseflesh rise on her skin. He was moving
up farther, his final destination her mouth for a deep kiss, when he stopped dead
at what he saw. He’d left a bruise on her throat. He must have latched on to the delicate
skin with his mouth sometime during their lovemaking, though he’d be damned if he
could remember when.

Leaning back on his knees, he scrubbed his face with his hands.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You’re going to have to go to brunch tomorrow with your parents and your sister’s
new in-laws with a hickey on your neck because of me.”

She smiled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had to camouflage a hickey with makeup,
but I think I can still manage it.”

“It’s nothing to joke about, Emma. I acted like a crazy, irresponsible teenager.”
He shook his head at his own behavior one more time. “Biting you. I can’t believe
I did that.”

“Stop worrying. I’m fine.” Emma reached out, grabbed onto his biceps with each of
her hands and pulled him closer. Logan allowed it, but remained braced above her,
holding himself in check. “Want to know something?”

“What?” Logan was so ashamed of his behavior, he could barely look at her, or the
deep purplish-red mark he’d left on her. It was darkening to become a nice bruise.

“I liked you being kinda rough.” Her cheeks turned pink as she said it.

“Did you?” That stirred something deep inside Logan. Deep desires he never knew he
had until now. The need to let loose, to allow himself to lose control for once. To
take, mindlessly, until he was satisfied.

“Yes. It makes me feel”—she shrugged—“wanted.”

He let out a low growl. “Emma. You’re wanted. Believe me.”

Logan silently cursed any man who’d made her feel unwanted. Though he knew if Jace
hadn’t treated her as second choice, Logan and Emma wouldn’t be here together now.
And while they were here now, Logan intended to take full advantage of it.

“Anyway. Don’t you dare hold back.” She touched a fingertip to her throat where he’d
left the mark. “I felt when you did this and I didn’t stop you because I liked it.
I was about to come at the time. It pushed me right over the edge.”

That was an intriguing piece of information. “Really.”

“Mmm, hmm. You know, there are plenty of places you can bite me that my parents won’t
ever see.”

After what she’d said, and the look in her eyes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back
even if he tried. He drew in a shaky breath and leaned down, stopping just shy of
her lips. “You are amazing. Do you know that?”

“That a man as incredible as you are thinks so might just make me believe it. One
day.” She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug.

He’d do everything he could to make her believe it, to make today that day.

“So, are you done worrying about treating me like a china doll?” Emma asked.

He eyed her bruise again and thought about pounding into her on the dresser. “I haven’t
treated you like that at all, but yes, I’ll try to stop worrying about it, if you
want.”

“Good, now give me some more to remember you by during those long lonely nights in
New York when I have nothing but my vibrator for company. I want some really good
memories.”

A vibrator. Jeez. With that erotic image of Emma firmly planted in his mind, Logan
leaned back and ran shaky hands down her body. He formulated a plan of where to begin.

“How
good
are we talking about here?” Logan asked.

It would be his pleasure to give her enough memories to last a very long time, but
good
was a relative term when it came to sex. There was sex that was kind of run of the
mill but still made you feel good. Then there was sex that had you thinking
holy crap, did we really just do that
? Logan figured he should probably keep things somewhere in the middle of the two
extremes.

“So good I’ll never be able to tell another living soul about it, and I’m not the
shy type.”

He considered the many possibilities. “How long do we have? What time is that brunch
tomorrow?”

“Noon.”

“Perfect.” Plenty of time, though he was certain they’d be tired for it, because he
had no intention of getting much sleep tonight.