“Ah,” she breathed as he thrust into her again, taking up all the empty space she’d needed filled and then some. “Harder.”
“Fuck.”
It was guttural and crude, sexy and hot. His hands were hard on her hips, holding her in place as he moved into her, against her, pushing and grinding and thrusting. Over and over again.
Tori closed her eyes and gave herself over to the feeling. To the rolling waves of sensation, the building, tightening coil of arousal. Harder. Faster.
Fuck. Yes.
They’d made love a dozen ways in Miralinda, but they’d never fucked like this. This desperate, this raw.
“Logan,” she whispered, rolling her hips. Her clit was hard and swollen, her pussy pulsing with need. She was so close, she just needed a little more.
“I’ve got you.” He shifted his hands lower, to the curve of her ass and the top of her thighs. “Grind against me. Get yourself off on my cock.”
“Ahhh…” Her thigh shook in his hand and she threw her head back, eyes closed. She was full of him, thick and hard and throbbing, but still she squirmed closer, until there was no space between their bodies. Until he was all the way inside her.
Then it was the tiniest of movements. Her hips, back and forth. Her clit dragging up and down against his body.
All she could hear was their breath. Ragged, horny, shallow.
So. Close.
Tighter, faster, tinier movements.
And then it came, darkness imploding into light. Brilliant bursts of feeling, pure silence, followed by a rush—loud, chaotic—of blood through her ears.
Every cell in her body clenched down, then fluttered free, and Logan howled before thrusting two more times, finding his own rough release.
When she disentangled herself, when he carefully finished undressing her—because they hadn’t gotten all the way naked—she started laughing.
Light, happy giggles.
“Yeah,” he said. “I like that sound.”
“I’m a mess,” she whispered.
He grazed his fingers between her legs, finding her thighs slick with both of them. His gaze jerked back to her face, his expression delighted. “Yes, you are.”
“Give me the grand tour. Let’s start with the shower, maybe?”
* * *
After the shower, she pulled on one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, and got the official, proper tour. It was a basic one-bedroom, so it took all of two minutes, and then they flopped out on his oversized couch to have a much overdue cuddle.
“I like your place,” Tori said drowsily.
Logan chuckled, his laugh vibrating through his chest and against her cheek. “That’s kind.”
“It’s cozy.”
“Hey, speaking of places…There’s something I want to show you.” He rearranged them so she was still on top of him, but he could reach his phone, which was sitting on the coffee table. He tapped in his password, opened an email, then handed it to her.
From: Will Parry
To: Logan Dwyer
Subject: We’re hiring
