Wild Heat (Hot Shots: Men of Fire #1)(38)
Author: Bella Andre

She knew better than to go here with him again. But knowing better didn’t change anything. Knowing better couldn’t possibly stop the heavy heat in her pelvis or the slick arousal that gathered between her thighs.

Not when she was already so far gone.

Not when being alive meant being with Logan.

He pulled the T-shirt slowly up her body, over her aching br**sts. When it was on the floor, she pressed herself against him. The muscles on his beautiful naked chest were tight and corded, the perfect foil to her curves.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, only realizing she’d spoken when she heard the words in the room.

He looked down at her as he ran his thumb over the swell of her br**sts. “No,” he said, bending his head down to lick the crevasse where her breastbone was, “you’re the one who’s beautiful, so beautiful you take my breath away.”

Her breath caught at his words, his sweet caresses. No one had ever touched her like this, like he wanted her more than he wanted to breathe. No one but Logan.

She found herself losing track of time again, six months fading to nothing since they’d last stood like this.

She tried to right her thoughts, worked to lodge herself back into the impossibilities of the here and now, but when his mouth, hot and wet, came down over her lace-clad br**sts, and his hands played against the sensitive skin at the small of her back, urging her to let go, she instinctively arched into his mouth.

Goose bumps covered her skin as he softly raked his teeth over her hard nipple. Logan’s fingers were warm and steady on her shoulders as he slid first one bra strap down, then the other. The heat in his eyes intensified as he stared at her naked br**sts, and she was powerless to do anything but stand there and let him look his fill. Reverently, he cupped her flesh with both hands and rubbed his thumbs over her ni**les.

She closed her eyes and a low moan emerged from her throat. Moment by moment, touch by touch, he was seducing her defenses away.

She grabbed at his hips to pull him in closer—oh God, she wanted him closer—to her wetness. Her hips bucked into his thick shaft and he held himself still as she rocked and rubbed and pushed against him, desperate for release.

“That’s it,” he said, encouraging her madness. He bent his head back down to her chest, pressing her br**sts close together so that he could take both stiff peaks into his mouth at the same time.

“You taste so good. So sweet.”

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her up the stairs as if she weighed nothing at all. Even as he navigated the steps and the hallway, he nipped at her lips, tasted the sensitive crevasses of her mouth with his tongue.

He was taking her to his bedroom.

To his bed.

Her sex clenched at the thought of being naked beneath Logan. She shivered as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth, and he smiled against her lips.

“Do you like that?”

She was hesitant to look into his eyes, frightened to give too much of herself away if he saw how much this meant to her. At last, she found her voice.

“Yes.”

He captured her mouth again, harder this time, his lips and teeth and tongue telling her just how much he desired her. He pulled back, his blue eyes dark with passion.

“And that?”

She reached a hand up to his mouth and let her thumb and fingertips graze his full, masculine lips. “Yes. So much.”

More than he knew.

He sucked her index finger in between his lips and she closed her eyes and relaxed into his strong, muscular arms, drunk from his tongue on her skin. She’d never known fingers could be so sensitive; never had a man spent so much time on her. Other men were only interested in foreplay as a means to an end. With Logan, she could tell that her pleasure pleased him.

He pressed a kiss onto her palm. “Tell me everything you like. Tell me everything that makes you feel good.”

She stroked his chin, his stubble deliciously rough. “I don’t need to. You already know.”

A low growl vibrated in his throat and she watched, mesmerized, as his Adam’s apple moved in his tanned throat. She ran her hand down to his neck, then past his collarbone and over his tight band of pectoral muscles. His heartbeat was strong and fast as he continued to hold her without strain, allowing her to explore his body at her leisure.

His nipple grew hard as she leaned closer and pressed a kiss into his shoulder. His skin jumped beneath her lips and, for the first time, she realized just how badly he wanted her; that he was barely holding on to his own self-control.

She swept her tongue out along his collarbone and tasted a faint sheen of clean sweat on his skin. His erection swelled against the side of her hip and his passionate reaction emboldened her further. She grazed a stiff tendon with her teeth, loving the taste of him, his masculine scent. He was just as beautiful beneath her lips as he was to her eyes.

He carried her across the room, laying her beneath him on his bed. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He bent his head down to one breast and suckled her. “And this,” he said as he laved the other.

She gasped with pleasure and arched into his mouth. Back and forth, he swirled his tongue on her br**sts, kissing her flesh, softly nipping her sensitive skin. Every move he made aroused her, made her grow increasingly damp and desperate to feel the hot, hard length of him pressing into her sex.

“Please,” she said, and a moment later his hands were on the waistband of her jeans and he was undoing the zipper and pulling them down her thighs.

“So beautiful,” he said in a low voice as he slid her shoes and jeans to the floor. “So damn beautiful.”

She waited with delirious anticipation to feel his fingers—or possibly, if she was really lucky, his erection— between her legs, and was utterly unprepared for warm breath on her heated skin. Her hips bucked into his mouth of their own volition, as utterly out of control as she’d ever been.

She was frightened by this intimacy, yet she craved it too badly to possibly make him stop.

And then his mouth came down fully over her cotton-covered mound and she stopped thinking altogether. She cried out his name as she moved against his lips, his teeth. His tongue found her clitoris through the fabric and waves of satisfaction moved through her, over her.

His touch was turning her inside out, but right now, right in this moment, losing control felt right. Because she felt safe with Logan.

His fingers grazed her hipbones, then stalled. She instantly knew what he was asking. His erection pressed hard against her—he was as crazed with lust as she was—but even then, he waited for her to lead him forward.