After the show ended, Gabby leaned her shoulder against his. “So?”
“Okay, it was good. I like them both. They make a good team.”
She chuckled and leaned in to kiss him. As with every time they touched, the spark between them flared. Logan quickly took control of the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to duel with hers. His hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head.
Swamped by the sensations he created with his mouth and hands, Gabby angled toward him, trying to get closer. Frustrated, she moved again, straddling his lap.
Logan groaned into her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against his pelvis. Gabby gasped as the hard length of his erection ground against her center. She shuddered against him, her hips rocking of their own volition.
His other hand was still wrapped in her hair and he gently tugged her head back as his lips moved across her collarbone. The scruff on his chin scraped along her chest, his mouth moving down her sternum.
Gabby dragged her nails over his scalp, down the back of his neck, and relished the shiver that ran through his body.
Logan’s head lifted. “Gabrielle.”
Her lips lowered to his again, the kiss more languid and sultry than before. She rocked her hips against his in an effort to relieve the ache between her legs.
Suddenly, Logan pulled away. “Wait, Gabby.”
Feeling hazy, she blinked down at him in confusion. “What?”
“If you want to stop, now is the time to do it,” he murmured. “Because if we take this further and you change your mind, I think I might die.”
Gabby laughed. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
“Thank Christ.” Logan pulled her head back down and captured her mouth with his.
The intense spark between them exploded into wildfire, completely uncontrolled and consuming any obstacle in its path. Gabby tugged the hem of his shirt upward and Logan released her to reach back between his shoulder blades and yank it over his head.
His torso gleamed in the dim light of her living room, lightly tanned and sculpted from his habitual morning runs and the hard physical work he’d undertaken since his father’s health crisis. Gabby placed her palm on his pectoral, appreciating the contrast of his smooth skin and the light dusting of hair on his chest.
Logan stripped her tank top over her head, flinging it across the room. As his fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, he muttered, “I want to see you.”
Gabby straightened, twisting her arms behind her. She brushed his fingers away and unhooked it. The bra fell into her lap, leaving her bare to his eyes.
“Gorgeous.”
His eyes travelled over the swells of her breasts before he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Then his mouth replaced his hands, making Gabby stiffen in his arms.
She moaned, splaying her hands over the back of his head and holding him closer. “Logan.”
He shifted and turned, taking her with him, so that she lay sprawled on the couch. His mouth was voracious on her breasts as he unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Gabby lifted her hips and helped him shove the denim down her legs.
Logan moved over her, his chest pressed to her breasts. His skin felt so hot against her own. Wanting to touch all of him, Gabby slid her hand down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. She made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans.
When her fingers dipped below the waistband of his underwear, Logan sucked in a sharp breath. Gabby’s palm cupped the hard length of his dick, squeezing gently.
Logan’s hips rocked against her hand then suddenly he fell sideways. Because her hand was trapped inside his pants, his weight pulled her off the couch as well. Gabby managed to free her hand, but she was already too far off the sofa to prevent her fall. She squealed as she landed on top of him.
“Oof.” All the air left Logan’s lungs when her body collided with his.
Stunned, Gabby laid on top of him for a moment, staring into his eyes then she burst into laughter. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” he coughed.
She rolled off him, her giggles intensifying when he grunted. Logan sat up, one hand rubbing his stomach.
“I think I caught an elbow to the gut,” he muttered.
