InoticedthesecondLogan walked into the club; I felt a warmth inside me that brought a smile to my face. I wanted to get to know him better, and I wasn’t sure he would notice me. And when I saw that woman talking to him, trying to get his attention . . . The way she looked at him set my teeth on edge. It took all my strength not to storm over there and claim him.
But now, as we all make our way out onto the street, Logan stops next to me when I don’t follow the others back to the car.
“Are you coming, Salena?” Rose calls, walking backward down the sidewalk.
“I’ll walk,” I call back, butterflies taking flight as Logan’s warm palm lands on my lower back.
Rose’s eyes twinkle as she winks at me. I shake my head, waving goodbye to them all. We watch as they pile in the car and pull away from the bar.
I turn to Logan. “Walk me home, detective?”
Logan's eyes burn with lust as he stares at me. “Lead the way.”
I start walking in the opposite direction the girls went, stepping over a puddle. “So how long have you been in Boulder?” I ask.
Logan’s body grows tense. I have a feeling he doesn’t like small talk, or the get to know you questions. But I’m stubborn. I’ll break him down eventually. My mother always said I never knew when to give up.
I look over at him expectantly. “Well?”
Logan shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at the ground, “About two months.”
“Do you like it here?”
His gaze moves to mine. “Yes.”
My body warms at his tone, his response causing my stomach to dip. I bite my lip, and his eyes drop to my mouth. Logan’s hand reaches out, clasping my wrist gently, and he pulls me into his chest. His eyes are burning with desire as he glances at my lips. My whole body heats, causing my breath to hitch as he slowly lowers his head, his lips barely brushing mine when a drop of rain hits my cheek, then another and another. I look up at the sky and curse as the sky opens up and the rain soaks us in seconds.
We run up the stairs to my apartment, and I push open the door. Water slides off us, making a puddle on the floor as we step in. I can’t help but laugh. We are soaked.
“I’ll get us a towel,” I say, already walking toward the bathroom. I bend over to grab two towels, and when I stand, Logan is right behind me. How did I not hear him? We stare at each other in the mirror, his eyes heating me to the core. He takes a step closer so his chest is pushed against my back. Dipping his head, his lips brush the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
“You have bewitched me.”
His palm brushes my wet hair over my shoulder, and he places a soft kiss there, his pale blue eyes never leaving mine. I bite my lip to stop myself from saying something to ruin the moment. Logan brushes his lips along my neck back up to my ear.
“I want you spread out beneath me, screaming my name.” His tongue darts out, swirling on my pulse and making my core clench. “I don’t care if you come on my tongue or cock, as long as it’s my name you’re screaming.” His voice is scratchy and rough, and I shiver. My hands grip the basin in front of me, needing something to hold me steady. “I want you writhing against me, as I worship this sexy as fuck body of yours.” His teeth nip at my shoulder.
My heart lurches and my stomach clenches at the images those dirty words conjure. The look in his eyes is pure hunger. It has butterflies rioting in my stomach.
“Don’t tease,” I say huskily.
“I’m not. I want to do so many dirty, wicked things to you. I honestly don’t know where to start.” His fingers play with the thin straps on my dress. I turn to face him, and his hands drop away from me. I loop my arms around his neck, drawing him closer to me, and whisper against his lips,
“Start anywhere, Detective. Anywhere you want to kiss, you can also bite. I want you to leave your mark on me . . . make it sting.”
Logan’s eyes flare and his lips crash with mine in a possessive kiss, fingers digging into my ass and hips as he pushes against me. His tongue slides against the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth to slide my tongue along his.
Shit . . . I feel like I’m on fire. My body trembles with need as his grip tightens on me. Logan growls into my mouth, causing another delicious shiver to race over me. He kisses me like he wants to consume me in the most wicked way.
He pulls back, both of us desperately trying to catch our breath.
“We should get–”
Logan growls, cutting me off, and his hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me up and places me on the basin, his large palm landing on my chest. Applying the slightest pressure, he pushes me back until my shoulders meet the cool glass. Then slowly he glides his palm down my chest, between my breasts to my legs, pushing up my dress. I’m panting with need, but content to watch him, waiting to see what he does. Gripping my hips, he pulls me until I’m seated on the very edge of the basin, then drags my underwear down my legs. The moment is so slow and torturous, I’m doing my best not to beg him to hurry. I love how possessive he’s being. It calls to something hidden deep inside of me.
Leaning forward, he bites down on my bottom lip, hard. I hear the sound of his zipper echoing off the bathroom wall. He straightens, and I watch in fascination as he rips open a condom and rolls it on, not once taking his piercing gaze off mine. I’m breathless by the time he’s positioning himself, and pushing in.
My head tips back, hitting the mirror with a thud. A loud moan falls from my lips as they part with a gasp. He’s big, and the stretch is amazing. The pain mixed with pleasure is sending sparks firing through me.
