“Stop thinking,” he commanded.
“God!” Harper cried as the warmth from his tongue sent shivers through her. She lifted her hips higher to him as his tongue slowly glided from slit to seam.
From somewhere deep within her, a low whimper came out of her mouth. All her nerve endings were humming with desire. Her fingertips dug into him, trying to make the slow glides of his tongue quicker.
He slapped her thigh, and that little bit of pain almost sent her over the edge. Harper dug her fingers into his shoulders and closed her eyes, lost in the sensations. Gasping as she felt his firm lips pulling on her clit, she yelped, and as she felt his finger deeper within her, Harper’s head came back, her eyes lifted to the recessed ceiling, the orgasm pulled her into burst of pleasure so forceful her head spun. She drummed her heels on the top of his shoudlers, her legs trembling.
“Perfect,” Logan said, his hands lifting her farther back on the bed. Harper smiled at him, trying to keep her heavy lids open as her legs still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.
“That was intense,” Harper whispered.
“Kitten, we’ve only started,” he said. Moving her gently, so her head was on the fluffy pillows, he slid his hands down either side of her, spreading her legs open. Taking her hand, he put it right on her swollen clit. “Keep yourself wet for me.”
Her legs trembling slightly, she rolled her head back and forth. It was too much. Her clit was super sensitive.
“Open your eyes,” Logan said.
With an effort, Harper fought through her cocoon of bliss to see Logan standing at the end of the bed, slipping off his leather vest. Swiftly, he slid his black T-shirt off, revealing his musculature.
He’s so perfect. What does he want with me?Harper’s finger lazily made a circle around her clit as Logan’s hands unbuttoned his leather slacks, sliding them off over his tight buttocks. Her throat was bone dry. Logan Marrock was big everywhere. His thick, long cock was standing up straight, pulsing with need. Like the rest of him, it was huge. From his bag, he took out a condom and glided it on.
Kneeling on the bed, settling right between her legs, Logan cupped her cheek with his palm. “Kitten, I have wanted you since I first set eyes on you. Remember?”
It was the first meeting of Team Stealth, and they were working out of the main floor of an old house.
“I was wearing a turtleneck,” she said.
It was November and an unexpected cold snap had her ordering space heaters.
“That clung to your curves,” Logan said, his hands running up and down the length of her. “You were confident, walking into a room full of arguing alpha men, setting the box of donuts down. You said, ‘Only take one if you can shut up long enough to eat it,’ and you had us quiet before your bosses came in.”
Her face flamed at the recollection.
Three weeks earlier, she had finished her degree and after asking and asking Xander for a trial run as his executive assistant, he had finally said yes. His first order was to “go in there and shut them up,” and she had, with the only thing that came to mind. She couldn’t outyell those guys, but she thought maybe she could feed them.
“I had no idea what I was doing.” Harper laughed.
“Yeah, you did.” Logan’s mouth was slightly rough on hers as he kissed her, long and deep, his tongue tangling with hers. He balanced his weight on thick arms, but she arched to him, wanting to feel his cock against her sensitive flesh.
The warmth of his hands spread under her as he raised her hips. Harper cried out, and his eyes bore into her.
“Let’s take this slow, Kitten.”
And using gentle movements, he eased into her core, little by little, until she gasped as his cock stretched her, burning her slightly as his length filled all the space. Never had she imagined being this full. With exacting slow strokes, he slid in and out of her.
“Logan, I can’t,” Harper said.
“Yes, you can, Kitten.” Logan pinched the nipple of her right breast, hard. He slid his hand up behind her, bringing her chest to his. “Wrap your legs around my waist. There. Damn girl, you feel like hot magma. I’m going to combust in you.” His smile made her laugh. She gripped him as hard as she could with her legs, his ridged cock pulling out of her.
“Sir!” she gasped as he brought her hips up and down on him, harder as he increased the rhythm. That burning sensation multiplied by a thousand and Harper, bit into his shoulder, hearing Logan laugh in her ear.
“Let go so we can both burn, Kitten,” Logan said.
He pumped into her, slowly as if he had all the time in the world to keep her tightly wound.
“Sir!” Harper shouted, she wanted more, dammit.
He laughed. Cupping her ass, he brought her down on his cock. She screamed as he drilled into her; the burning exploding into a hot tidal wave of pleasure.
