Chapter 10
August made it as far as the sitting room in her apartment before the events of yesterday, last night, and again today, all caught up with her, and she felt herself swaying with dizziness.
“Careful.” Logan placed a steadying arm about her waist. “I really don’t think you’re well enough to go into work today.”
“Mr. Jervis—”
“Will have to manage on his own,” Logan stated firmly. “You’re going to bed. To sleep,” he added dryly as she gave him a wide-eyed glance. Not that Logan would say no if she asked him to join her, but he suspected that, despite having slept in his bed with him last night, August wasn’t about to reciprocate the invitation.
“I really need to—”
“What you need is sleep.” Logan took his cell phone from the pocket of his jeans and held it out to her. “Call this guy Jervis and tell him you won’t be in today.”
“I can’t—”
“You’re almost asleep on your feet, damn it.”
That he was right didn’t seem to please August in the slightest.
“How many other people work at the gallery?” he reasoned.
“Three.”
“And are you so indispensable they can’t manage without you for one day? Don’t you ever take holidays and other sick days?”
“Not this week,” she maintained stubbornly.
“Bollocks,” Logan dismissed. “Either you call your boss or I will, so which is it to be?”
“You’re a bully.”
“I’m the concerned brother of your best friend.”
“Use the Jenna card, why don’t you,” she muttered, glaring at Logan as she snatched his phone from his hand before putting a call through to her boss.
Her end of the conversation was short but enough for Logan to gather that her boss would rather she took a day off now than the end of the week, when they would be busier still.
She handed his cell phone back to him once the call was finished. “Satisfied?”
“Not even close,” he assured grimly, not giving her any more time to argue with him as he steered her toward and down the hallway leading to the bedrooms. He blinked after entering August’s room. “You collect unicorns.”
Everywhere in the room he looked, there were unicorns. Stuffed toys next to the pillows on the bed. Ornaments on every surface. Posters on the walls. Elegant unicorns. Wild unicorns. Sparkly ones. Unicorns of every description. But all, unmistakably, that mythological white creature.
“No wonder you’re into security, with honed observation skills like yours!” August gave him a derisive glance as she dropped her bag onto the bedroom chair, still obviously annoyed at his high-handedness but becoming less so. “They’re my one indulgence.”
“Yeah?”
She shot him an irritated glare. “Yes.”
“Nothing wrong with collecting horny beasts,” he mocked.
A blush brightened her cheeks. “It’s a hobby that got out of hand. It started off with just a couple of cuddly toys. Now everyone I know seems to take delight in finding the most unusual unicorn they can and then giving it to me as a gift for either my birthday or Christmas. I keep all of them because…well, they’re unicorns.” She gave an uncomfortable shrug.
Logan couldn’t help wondering if Adam Waterston was one of the people who had given August a unicorn to keep. And if so, which one it was. Because he had a sudden urge to rip the bloody thing to shreds—
What the fuck…?
August grimaced. “I know I had a shower earlier, but I think I should take another one. I’m wearing all the same clothes I had on last night.” She frowned when Logan made no move to leave the room to let her undress in private before taking a shower. “I don’t think you need to be in here for this,” she added wryly.
“I might not need to be here,” Logan murmured as he stepped closer to her. “But I’m pretty sure I have no intention of going anywhere else.”
She gave a derisive smile. “And I’m pretty sure I have no intention of undressing with you still in the room.”
“No?” Logan took hold of the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up her body, giving August no choice, unless she wanted to remain tangled up inside the sweater, but to raise her arms and let him lift the wool garment over her head and remove it completely.
Self-conscious didn’t even begin to describe how August felt standing in front of Logan wearing only a black lace bra and her skintight jeans. Especially when that dark gaze now roamed over her slowly and possessively.
Possessively?
She gave an inner snort. She already knew Logan well enough to know he didn’t do possessive. From his comments, she didn’t think he did second dates, let alone possessive. Although perhaps dates was putting a label on Logan’s hook-ups that simply wasn’t there.
So what was that glitter in those dark eyes?
Lust?
A renewal of the arousal from earlier this morning?
It certainly wasn’t possess—
She froze as he lifted his hand and his fingers lightly touched the base of her throat. “Did I do this?”
August’s cheeks warmed as she remembered the discoloration left on her skin from when Logan had bitten and sucked her there yesterday. “There’s no one else who could have done it,” she answered him huskily, desperately trying to convince herself Logan seeing her in only her bra was no different from if she had been wearing a bikini.
It wasn’t working.
This wasn’t a beach, and the two of them were completely alone in the apartment.
The warmth of Logan’s breath wafted across her brow. “No?”
She frowned her irritation with the doubt she could hear in his voice. “I’ve already told you that.”
“What about Adam Waterston?”
“What about him?”
“Did you know you blush whenever his name is mentioned?” His voice had hardened.
“Not for the reason you’re assuming.”
“Then why?”
“It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Adam Waterston was tall, blond, handsome, and absolutely charming—the total opposite of Logan, in fact, apart from the height—and Adam had also made it clear to August on more than one occasion, mainly by inviting her out to dinner but also one attempt at seduction when he visited the gallery, that he found her attractive.
But.
For one thing, it wasn’t a good idea to become personally involved with a patron of the gallery. For another, August found Adam and his wealth a little too much. Charming as he was, Adam was also arrogant enough to believe his wealth could buy him anything. Including her.
August wasn’t for sale.
Unfortunately, her refusal to have dinner with Adam only seemed to have encouraged him to pursue her all the harder, including that seduction attempt. Since then, Adam had been arriving at the gallery at random and unexpected times. Mr. Jervis was, of course, completely oblivious to Adam’s ulterior motive for being there, and would always fawn and gush over the younger man.
Her lips thinned at the memory. “He once tried to seduce me in my office when he visited the gallery.”
“Did he succeed?”
She grimaced. “No.”
“Opportunistic fucker,” Logan muttered.
August held back a smile. “I have absolutely zero romantic interest in Adam Waterston,” she stated firmly.
Logan raised dark brows. “How about me?”
Her eyes narrowed. “What about you?”
Logan was standing so close to August, the heat of his body was raising goose bumps on her bared skin. “Do you have a romantic interest in me?”
She tilted her head back to look at him. “You’re hardly the type of man to incite a romantic interest.”
“A sexual one, then.” His lips ghosted across the bruise he had made on her throat, even that light pressure of his lips sending pleasure coursing through her body to pool hotly at her core.
“Logan,” she gasped.
“Tell me,” he insisted as he lifted her in his arms to press her back against the wall. August’s legs moved instinctively about his waist as his lips traveled across her throat and then down to the swell of her breasts above the bra. “Do you want me, August?” His teeth bit down on one lace-covered nipple, just short of pain.
How had they gone from zero to sixty in only seconds? One minute they were having a meaningless conversation about her unicorn collection, and the next, Logan had her pressed up against a wall, the hardness of his cock rubbing against her engorged clit, and with his teeth now biting her other nipple?
It didn’t really matter how it had happened. August wanted it. Wanted Logan. She’d think about the consequences of that want later. Much later.
“Yes,” she hissed, tangling her fingers in his hair.
“Yes what?” he persisted. “I need the words, August.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth, his tongue a rough rasp against that sensitive bud.
“Yes, I want you,” she gasped, her back arching as Logan alternated the attention of his mouth on one nipple and then the other. Between her thighs became hot, damp, and swollen with that need.
Mine. The possessive word roared inside Logan’s head as he placed openmouthed kisses on the smooth creaminess of August’s skin.
This woman is mine, his caveman claimed again as Logan unfastened the clasp of her bra and slipped it down her arms before discarding it.
She’s yours for now, another, negative little voice in his head warned.
Well for now, Logan intended making a feast of the delicious body in front of him.
The nipples of August’s firm and uptilting breasts were wet and glistening by the time he moved lower, lips skimming across the tautness of her abdomen. Only then did he realize the awkwardness of their position when he’d unfastened August’s jeans and couldn’t get the damned things off her without releasing her. Which he wasn’t prepared to do.
Instead, he gathered her up in his arms, hands beneath her bottom, and carried her over to the bed before laying her down. He straightened to pull those skintight jeans from her body. Followed by the black silk panties.
Auburn curls covered her mound. Curls Logan parted with his fingers to bare her red and swollen clitoris before he settled between her parted thighs. His hands were on her hips as he buried his face in her sweet-smelling pussy and her taste exploded in his mouth with a single swipe of his tongue.
Sweet and salty at the same time, and utterly addictive as Logan sucked that nectar from her pussy. He alternated in greedily lapping up her cream with lashing the throbbing bud above, until he felt that throb deepen, becoming more erratic, and knew August was on the brink of coming.
He sucked that ripe cherry into his mouth and felt her fall apart. Gasping, calling out his name, as her climax ripped through her in trembling, shuddering waves. Her fingers painfully gripped his hair as she held him to her to extract every last drop of that pleasure.
Until Logan couldn’t wait any longer, unfastening and pushing his own jeans and boxers down to his knees, freeing his aching cock from its confines before moving forward and rubbing the top of his cock against August’s dripping pussy. His breath caught in his throat as he pushed up on his arms to watch the way those wet pussy lips parted around his bulbous tip, trying to suck his cock deeper inside.
Logan looked up at her with fevered eyes. “I’m clean, but I can wear a condom if you would prefer it?”
“I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill.”
His gaze intensified. “You want me bare?”
“Yes!”
Logan couldn’t wait any longer, beginning to push forward, freezing when his cock hit the barrier of her virginity and he realized exactly why she hadn’t hesitated to assure him she was clean. “Fuck!”
August gave a breathy and dismissive laugh. “Obviously not yet, but I’m hoping to be.” She was the one to shift, pushing her hips upward until she was the one to control the taking of her own virginity with Logan’s cock.
“Jesus!” He groaned as his hips thrust forward of their own volition, seeking out that wet heat, his cock sliding fully into that hot and spasming channel until he was balls-deep and the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix. “August—”
“Move,” she pleaded. “Logan, I need you to move, damn it,” she demanded again when he remained still.
He winced. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“For God’s sake just do it.”
“August—”
“I want you hard as well as deep,” she insisted.
There was no way Logan could do anything else as the juices from August’s climax lubricated his way, and he began to thrust inside her, slowly at first, and then deeper and harder as August’s nails dug demandingly into the skin of his back beneath his T-shirt. The tightening of his balls told him he wasn’t going to last long, but he’d have another climax out of her before he flooded her with his cum.
Never in August’s wildest dreams had she imagined having a man like Logan as her first lover. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and dangerous. Very dangerous. His cock was also enormous, stretching the walls of her channel almost to the point of pain and hitting her cervix each time he thrust inside her.
He was a fierce and demanding lover. Feral, August added to the description as she felt Logan’s teeth biting into the flesh between her neck and shoulder on the other side from the bruise he had given her yesterday.
Those teeth eased off her flesh slightly. “Come for me,” he rasped. “Come for me right fucking now!” His teeth bit down so hard, August was sure they had pierced the skin, his hips thrusting faster, his cock rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her with each thrust and withdrawal.
Sending August higher and then higher still, until her body exploded in a kaleidoscope of the pleasure of her second climax.
It was quickly followed by a third the moment she felt the molten heat of Logan’s release pouring inside her with each hard and thrusting pulse of his cock.
The two of them lay in a tangle of limbs as those thrusts subsided, both of them breathing hard, their bodies slicked with sweat.
August was too tired after that adrenaline high to even have the ability to mentally berate herself for what she had just encouraged to happen.
Nor did she offer any resistance when Logan rolled so that he was lying on his back and took her with him, her body sprawled on top of him, the two of them still joined. August gave a sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder.
“Sleep,” he encouraged gruffly, fingers lightly caressing through August’s hair as she drifted off into a deep and exhausted sleep.