Chapter Twelve
“I’m trying,” Sabrina whispered, clear desire in her eyes.
A hot rush of lust surged through him. That was the signal he needed. “Then I accept.” He kept her close, his hand cupping her warm neck. “Fake everything, but this part right here is very, very real.” He brushed his lips across hers once and then again. Her lips parted on a sigh.
He held her jaw with his other hand, keeping her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside. He nearly groaned, her taste minty, her lips yielding and soft. Electric heat shot through his veins, the intensity catching him by surprise. The kiss turned wild, his doing, but she was right there with him, returning the kiss with equal passion. Fever hot. Every nerve firing. Her sweet scent, her taste, he needed to kiss more of her, all of her.
She moaned deep in her throat, an erotic sound that made him rock hard. Need pulsed through him, a primal instinct. He wanted her under him, wanted to bury himself deep inside. He’d never wanted anyone like this just from a kiss. He had to slow it down.
With every ounce of willpower he had, he broke the kiss, sliding his hand from her jaw to hold her throat. “I like that sound.”
Her brown eyes were hazy with lust. Her voice was a whisper, her lips grazing his as she leaned close. “More, please.”
Oh, God, she was just so sweet with the please. He felt like a beast, nearly vibrating with need, straining to control himself. He loosened his hold on her throat, sliding his finger down it, staring at the rapidly beating pulse in her neck. She wanted him, but she kept her hands to herself, which told him slow was definitely the way to go.
He slid his hand from her neck up to her hair, gripping it and tilting her head back. He pressed his lips to her throat, her skin warm and soft, her taste glorious as he worked his way up to her ear. “Tell me you want me, Sabrina.” He needed the words.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He jolted and met her eyes. For so long?
She grabbed his head and kissed him roughly, hungrily. Yes! His hands went to her waist, yanking the shirt out of the waistband, desperate to feel skin.
She tore her mouth away and pulled her shirt over her head. His mouth went dry. Red lace bra cupping gorgeous breasts. He needed all of her pressed against all of him. Like right now.
He didn’t hesitate, quickly moving to stand in front of her and pull her up off the island stool and into his arms, soft curves pressed against him as he sealed his mouth over hers. Now her hands were on him, running over his shoulders and down his back. Thank God. He didn’t even care where she touched him as long as she did.
He turned them, backing her up to the wall, kissing her long and deep, pressing his entire body against her, the ache to have her fierce. He eased back to pull the cup of her bra down, stroking one finger over her hard nipple. She moaned into his mouth, igniting him. He bent and took her breast into his mouth, suckling hard. Her fingers speared into his hair, holding him close as she keened deep in her throat. The sexy sounds drove him on. More, more, more.
He straightened, his mouth crashing over hers. Her hands slid up the front of his dress shirt, her fingers fumbling over the top button. He pushed her hand away, working it himself. Too many damn buttons on his shirt to get it off fast enough. She tugged his belt buckle. Yes! Just the important stuff. He left his shirt and undid her pants, yanking them down, panties with them, and bent to get her ankles free of them, catching the scent of her arousal. He nearly came right there.
He stood and gripped her hair, his mouth claiming hers as his fingers delved between her legs. She was hot, so fucking wet. He stroked her up and down, and she clutched his shoulders, arching against his hand. He made a lazy circle, slowly zeroing in, and she gasped into his mouth as he finally hit ground zero. Her hips moved rhythmically, seeking more of his touch. He slid his fingers down her in one smooth stroke and then inside her. So tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He lifted his head, working hard to restrain himself. She was flushed with heat, breathing hard, her lips wet and swollen from his kiss. He slid his fingers from her, and she let out a mewl of protest, grabbing his wrist and putting his hand firmly back between her legs.
He groaned. “Sabrina, I want you so fucking bad. Push back at me if I’m too much.”
Her voice came out hoarse. “You feel how wet I am. Fuck me right now or I’m going to scream.”
His control snapped. His mouth slammed over hers, his fingers thrusting inside, pumping into her, his thumb stroking fast over pleasure central. She moaned into his mouth, and then her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips arching, seeking more of his touch. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her come when he was buried deep.
He tore his mouth away. Her eyes flew open and she ground against his hand. “I’m so close, Logan. Don’t stop.”
“I want to feel you come when I’m inside you,” he half growled in her ear.
She shivered. “Hurry.”
He grabbed a condom from his wallet, freed himself, and rolled it on in a flash. No time to strip properly. He had to have her now. He lifted her, the heat and scent of her overwhelming his senses, and he slid home, easing inside her tightness. Her body gripped him like she was claiming him. Fuck. He got even harder, slowly pumping in and out, trying not to be the beast he was, because all he wanted to do was slam into her again and again.
He slid a hand between them, stroking her hot wet sex. Her head dropped back, keening sounds from deep in her throat making him crazed with need. He kept stroking her, faster and harder as he pumped deep. She bucked against him, squeezing him, chanting his name. Fuck, he couldn’t hold back much longer. And then she jerked, her body clamping tight around him, crying out. He pumped harder, stroking softer now with his fingers, keeping her right on the edge.
He shifted to whisper directly in her ear. “Come for me.” He bit down on the cord of her neck. She jolted and then whimpered as he drove her on, thrust and stroke, thrust and stroke.
“Logan,” she whispered fiercely, her body gripping him tight and then squeezing him rhythmically. About to go over. Yes. Fuck yes.
He thrust through her release, deep and hard, the sound of her exultant cry filling his ears as she came. Finally he let go—an explosion of light behind his eyes, a white-hot surge of pleasure as he pumped, shuddering against her until he was finally spent.
A long moment later, he held her jaw and kissed her, a slow, deep kiss. Not ready to let her go yet, he broke the kiss, his gaze following his hand as he stroked her heated cheek, then her neck and over her bare shoulder, loving that he could touch her like this now.
He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Is it bad that I just want to spend the whole weekend doing dirty things to you?”
She smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that filled him with joy. “It is our honeymoon, but I’m not sure you have the stamina.”
“Oh, yeah?” He nipped her lower lip and then sucked. “Try me.”
She licked her lips, her eyes hot on his, her hair mussed from his hands. Fuck me, I want her again.
Too soon. He lifted her off him and set her on her feet, holding her by the arms to keep her steady. He couldn’t resist touching her more, smoothing his hands down her sides and over her hips before framing her face with his hands. “Before, you said you weren’t starting to think about you and me. What changed? Is this just because the wine made you horny and I’m the only available man?”
She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her entire body against him. “You are the hottest man who ever graced this planet. And that’s not the wine talking.”
He couldn’t help his wide smile. No question she was into him. He wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands to her ass and squeezed.
She spoke against his lips, her voice soft. “I want everything with you.”
Everything. His dirty mind immediately flashed to all the ways he wanted to have her. He groaned and held her tight to him. “I want that too.” He pulled away. “Give me one hour.” He dealt with the condom, tucking it back in the wrapper, and got his pants back in place. “Be right back.”
She blew him a kiss, smiling, naked and so fucking sexy. His chest ached at the beautiful sight. He gave her a hard kiss, turned, and headed upstairs before he gave himself away. Because he was feeling way too much for where they were at. Sex did not mean love. It couldn’t possibly have happened that fast for him. He hadn’t even known Sabrina wanted him. They’d been friends. Her soft admission played through his mind. I’ve wanted you for so long.
He headed for the master bedroom with its en suite bathroom, feeling a little light-headed. Probably from the stress of the day. His business meeting with Elias, his cheating ex, and tonight’s unexpected conclusion would’ve been a lot for a week, let alone a day.
He flicked on the light and stopped short. Sabrina’s suitcase was right next to his.
This hadn’t been his lust driving everything. She’d planned to seduce him. Why else would she have set herself up in his bedroom?
One corner of his mouth lifted. This was going to be a dirty, dirty weekend. No holding back. He was going to make her as crazy as she made him. He firmly pushed all the earlier mushy stuff from his mind. That was just a side effect of wine, lust, and stress. A mind-fuck cocktail for sure.
~ ~ ~
Later that night, Sabrina walked upstairs with a quiet Logan, telling herself just to relax and enjoy. This was not the time to think about anything stupid like ruining their friendship or worrying about where his head was at with his ex. They’d watched TV for a short while, but he couldn’t stop touching her, and she couldn’t stop touching him—despite both of them being dressed again—and they mutually agreed the king-size bed would be better than the sofa.
He strode into the bedroom first, turning on the nightstand light. “Found your suitcase in here earlier. Looks like you planned to seduce me.” He turned and grinned. His shirt was all the way unbuttoned, her doing. She’d been dying to run her hands over his bare chest. The cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up, exposing muscular forearms.
She practically floated over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Now he smelled like woodsy cologne and sex, a potent combination. “Yep.”
He flashed a smile that lit up his gorgeous face, his big hand cradling her jaw. “It totally worked.” He kissed her passionately, his arm banded around her waist, pressing her tight against him.
Her body hummed with need. His mouth claiming hers, his hard erection pressing into her belly, his hand sliding from her ass to between her legs—all of it made her wild for him. She grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and then off. She was still dressed, but she couldn’t help pressing herself against all that hotness.
He spoke against her lips. “I can feel your heat right through your clothes. You’re so hot for me.”
“So wet for you,” she returned.
His dark eyes gleamed, his fingers pressing firmly between her legs.
She had to have him now. “I need you inside me.”
His eyes dilated, raw need blazing from them. He scooped her up, cradled in his arms, surprising her.
She nuzzled into his neck, loving the feel of his soft beard and warm skin. He pulled back the covers and gently set her down. She waited for him to pounce for another hard and fast fuck like before, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He slowly pulled the belt from his dress pants, setting it on the nightstand, and then unbuttoned his pants. She’d waited long enough. She sat up, grabbed his shoulders, and yanked.
He fell on top of her with a laugh.
“You’re almost the way I want you,” she said, smiling. “Just about six inches to the left and in.”
“Shoes.” He got off her, pulled her flats off and tossed them. Then he sat on the edge of the mattress and undid the laces on his dress shoes.
Slow, slow, slow. She’d waited frigging long enough.
“Logan, you suck at this! I want the fucking part not the shoes part.”
He slipped off his shoes and crawled over her, his palms on either side of her head. “And to think I was waiting for a clear signal from you before.” He gazed at her for a long hot moment.
Her lips parted, the need clawing at her, held under him but not having him. “Please.”
His lips met hers in a firm kiss. Yes, yes, yes. She opened for him, and he took full advantage, his mouth claiming her the way her body desperately needed. She arched her hips up, a silent invitation for more.
He sat back, pulling her up with him. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered while he stood to strip.
She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Then she undid the front clasp of her bra and tossed that too.
“You’re so beautiful, Sabrina. Touch yourself.” His gaze was glued to her breasts while he finished stripping.
She cupped her breasts and stroked her thumbs over her nipples, a ripple of pleasure bringing her eyes to half-mast.
“Yeah, baby, that’s good. Keep doing that.” She had only a moment to take in the muscular hard planes of his chest and abs, his huge erection waiting for her—the man was hung—before he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her down to lie flat on her back. She squeaked in surprise and then moaned as his mouth closed over her breast, sucking, a sharp tug of need following between her legs. She slid her fingers through his soft hair, holding him to her, her legs falling open. His hand slid up her ribs to her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and tugging just as his teeth gently clamped on her other nipple. Her back arched, her fingers tightening in his hair. He switched sides, taking a leisurely lick across her hard nipple before suckling gently, almost teasing her now, his other hand caressing her other breast.
“Logan,” she said on a low moan.
He slowly released her breast from his mouth, his teeth scraping against her, giving her a jolt. The moment he released her, she grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him to her. “Now, Logan,” she said fiercely.
“Wait, you horny thing.” He got a condom out of the nightstand drawer and rolled it on. It occurred to her he’d been prepared with the condoms for Olivia, but she wasn’t going to bring that up. This was her time with Logan after she’d waited so long. She took him in, a spectacular view—all muscularly athletic and hung.
“Logan, you’re so beautiful you could be a porn star.”
He laughed and leaned over her, biting her earlobe and giving it a tug before whispering in her ear, “Spread your legs.”
She immediately obeyed, flat on her back, legs spread wide. But instead of taking her, he settled on his side next to her and slid his hand between her legs. “So wet,” he growled.
She moaned, her eyes closing at the pleasure of his touch.
“How long have you wanted me?” he asked, stroking her lightly. Teasing her, stroking everywhere but where she needed him most. She arched up into his hand, but he kept teasing her, circling lightly. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.” He stroked up and down her lightly, almost but not quite giving her what he knew she needed.
She opened her eyes and cupped his face, his beard soft against her palm, and told him the truth. “Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you.”
His smile flashed white. “Sabrina, baby, I love hearing that.”
She closed her eyes, her cheeks hot, and dropped her hand from him. She was immediately rewarded with a firm stroke that sent a surge of pleasure through her. Then he gave her a pinch, a white-hot jolt that made her body jerk. His mouth covered hers, his tongue thrusting inside just as his fingers slid inside her. She was fever hot, consumed by him, her heart thudding in her ears. He shifted his hand, grinding the heel of his hand against her. Her head arched back, breath ragged as he kissed along her exposed throat, his beard rubbing against the sensitive skin, keeping up a steady thrust and grind that wound her tighter and tighter.
She trembled, panting, on the edge of release. She couldn’t find her voice to tell him, but he seemed to know, increasing the rhythm. His tongue ran along the shell of her ear, adding to the sensory overload. She moaned softly.
He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot below her ear, and her fingers fisted in the sheets. His voice was low and deep in her ear. “Watching you get off is getting me so hard.”
She exploded, rocking against his hand. He kept going, gentling his touch, bringing more waves of pleasure until she stilled. He held her firmly between the legs as the world came back into focus. She pushed his hand away, and he stroked her inner thigh.
She turned her head, smiling at him, so satisfied, so happy. “Your turn, beautiful man.”
He rolled on top of her, slowly pushing inside. Even after their first time, she was still tight.
His hand came up to her jaw and pressed. “Open.”
She opened for him. His mouth claimed hers at the same time as his body did in one hard thrust, the shock of it muted by his kiss. He was buried deep within her, not moving, just kissing her deeply. Something in her broke open in that moment, raw emotion that would’ve shaken her up, but the way Logan claimed her, buried deep inside her, the heat and weight of his body pressed against hers, she surrendered to it, possessed by him, at one with him.
He lifted his head, his gaze locked on hers, something deep passing between them. “Sabrina,” he said gruffly, and then he started to move, slow deep thrusts that built pleasure within her again. She wrapped her legs around him, hanging on tight, her body clasping him with every thrust.
He grabbed her hip, tilting her up, thrusting deeper, harder, faster until he was pounding into her. Their sweat-soaked skin slapped together, raw and animal. She closed her eyes, her breath ragged, lost in a dark clawing need that threatened to break her.
“Sabrina, look at me.”
She met his dark heated eyes. His expression was fierce, breath harsh, merging with her. She broke on a low scream, an explosion of sensation ripping through her. He pumped into her again and again, rocking her with more shock waves of pleasure before his own release on a low groan. He collapsed on top of her.
Still shaky, her legs quivering, she hugged him tight to her.
After a few moments, he lifted his head and kissed her, his hand holding her jaw. He lingered for a longer kiss, gentler now in the aftermath. He broke the kiss, gazing down at her, stroking her hair back from her face and then cupping her cheek.
She leaned into his palm and smiled. “That was amazing.”
He gazed at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable before he looked away. Then he pulled out and rolled to the mattress beside her.
She reached for him, but he got out of bed, saying, “Give me a minute.”
For a moment she panicked he was giving her the cold shoulder, but then he went into the bathroom, and she decided everything was fine. He was just dealing with the condom.
She curled onto her side, sleepy and warm. She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this, so satisfied, so content. Logan cared about her. He looked into her eyes when they made love; he gave her pleasure before taking his own. He was wonderful. Pure happiness stole through her. Tangled up in this mess of a trashed career and fake marriage, it was sheer happiness that shined through it all.
~ ~ ~
Logan dealt with the condom, and then he just stood there in the bathroom, needing some space. There’d been a moment, more than one, actually, looking into Sabrina’s eyes, where he’d felt something so strong his throat closed up with emotion. He couldn’t pretend it was the wine, which had worn off hours ago, or just lust because he knew what that felt like and it wasn’t this. It didn’t make sense, though, the speed of it all.
Too tired to figure anything out, he made his way back to the bedroom, turned off the light on the nightstand, and joined her in the bed, rolling to his side, tucking himself behind her, and wrapping an arm around her waist.
He smoothed her hair out of his way and nuzzled into her neck, unable to resist her soft sweetness. “You always smell like honey and flowers.”
“It’s honeysuckle soap. I love the scent.”
He ran his tongue along the line of her neck, tasting it. Then he remembered another interesting thing she’d said about him, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. “Who’s the hottest man who ever graced this planet?”
She wiggled her bottom into him but didn’t reply.
“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever slept with.”
She stiffened. “Really?”
“Yup.”
“Olivia is very beautiful.”
He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot below her ear. “Olivia who?”
“Still think I’m an untouchable porcelain doll?” He could hear the smile in her voice.
“Nope.” He ran a hand over the curve of her hip, loving the feel of her, her skin like warm satin, smooth and soft. “Turns out you’re very touchable.”
She hummed a happy sound before looking at him over her shoulder. “I like our revenge,” she whispered.
“What revenge?”
She turned back, quiet.
“Sabrina?”
A horrible thought occurred. Had all this fucking just been some kind of revenge against her ex? She had been upset about her ex before.
And here he was getting all mushy about her.
On the other hand, it wasn’t like Sabrina to be confrontational and vengeful. Actually…she had confronted Olivia. And didn’t she want a revenge wedding? And he’d said yes. Well, why not pretend? It would be a great FU, it would fix her rep, and he was already liking the honeymoon. They had the whole day tomorrow before she had to fly home.
California was like an oasis just for them. All sex all the time.
He’d deal with reality once they got home.