LAUREN
Logan Hawke saw her? It was everything she needed to hear. Every thought, protest, and reason she had chanted in her head for weeks had vanished from her mind. She couldnât think of a single reason she shouldnât have him against her.
She fell into him, his lips crashing on hers and his arm wrapping around her waist, yanking her into the open elevator. Her arms went around his neck, and she sighed against the taste of him, his lips tugging at hers, hot and demanding.
âLogan,â she said with an exhale as he pressed her against the wall.
He brought her leg around his waist, his mouth claiming her neck while he pressed himself against her, rubbing his manhood over her core. Lauren moaned, her panties damp from the teasing of his hard bulge.
Pulling her shirtâs bow collar with his teeth, he tugged her blouse open. Groaning approvingly at her black lace bra, he smiled and said, âLike unwrapping a present made just for me.â Then he kissed over the mounds of her breasts.
Her head fell back against the wall, her eyes rolling back as her lids fluttered closed. Her body amplified every kiss of his lips, every touch of his fingers, until she was a shaking mess.
The elevator dinged, the doors opening, and Logan reluctantly pulled back. Laurenâs blouse was open, her skirt riding high on her thighs, and maybe she should have worried about that more, but she just didnât care. She was too far gone to question it.
Logan grabbed her hand, eyeing her hungrily like a starving beast contemplating whether to devour his meal in one go or savor the taste, and he strode from the elevator.
The top two buttons of his shirt were undoneâsomething she didnât even remember doing. His belt buckle was unlatched tooâanother automatic movement that her hands had done.
After pulling her into the penthouse suite, he picked her up and shoved her against the wall. Her back smacked against the marble, but it made the pleasure he sent spiraling through her body that much better.
His mouth closed over her lace-covered nipple, his teeth dragging across the sensitive peak until she was gripping at his hair.
She rocked her hips against him, trying to relieve the ache inside her core. She moaned as he reached around, one hand unclipping her bra with a skilled snap of his fingers, the other sliding along her thigh, spreading her legs.
In one slick move, he dropped to his knees and lifted her legs onto his broad shoulders, pulling her panties to the side, spreading her leaking folds, and sliding his tongue along her center. The move was so practiced and fast she couldnât even get a breath.
Gripping the wall, her heart racing, Lauren gasped as she willed saliva back into her mouth.
Loganâs tongue was skilled as it stroked her. Then he grabbed her panties and tore them like tearing panties was his profession. His mouth sucked her clit, his tongue licked away inside her, and his teeth grazed. His mouth claimed the softest center she had.
Lauren cried out, her body a bomb and its fuse burning away as she tried to hold back the inevitable explosion. But it was too much. He was too good.
She combusted against him, her pussy throbbing and clinging to his tongue as she gasped and moaned, the noises echoing through the suite. Shuddering her release, her thighs trembling, she went blind with pleasure. The heat was almost suffocating as she gave in.
But he didnât stop. He kept going, dragging her straight back to the edge. His mouth stroked her in time with her throbs, causing her blood to surge within her veins and her heart to thunder in her chest.
Unable to think or breathe, her body still on a high from her leftover embers, Lauren gasped, then cried out, âOh god,â as she climaxed again.
After she stopped bucking against him, Logan said, âI could do this all night, sweetheart. You taste divine.â
She slipped her legs from his shoulders and pushed him away. âI need you inside me. Now.â
He grinned, standing up before her, his body so close and so damn perfect. âSo you can get your fill and sneak out again? I donât think so.â
Frustration tickled at the back of Laurenâs mind. She didnât want to have the talk with him right now. She wanted him to fuck her. âSo what are you saying?â Bitterness filled her words.
Logan picked up on it and chuckled. âIâm saying, Iâm going to make sure you canât walk ~at all~ by the time Iâm finished with you.â
Relief overcame her, and then she shivered at the delicious threat. âThatâs a loaded promise, Hawke. You sure youâre up for it?â she teased.
He grinned and picked her up, slapping her ass as he carried her to the bedroom. Throwing her down on the bed, he spread her legs, but she had a better idea. She hooked them around his waist and rolled, pinning him down instead.
âMaybe ~you~ should be the one who canât walk,â she said with a smirk.
He beamed her a smile. âDo your worst, sweetheart.â