Page 46 of Wild Boys After Dark: Logan
“I want to be inside you.” His tongue followed the shell of her ear, and he sucked her sensitive lobe into his mouth. He’d thought about her all day, and the prolonged anticipation was unbearable. He wanted her in his arms, naked beneath him.
Logan stole a quick look toward the front of the almost empty restaurant. He took her in another ravishing kiss and couldn’t wait a second longer. He slid from the booth and pulled her up to her feet, dragging her into the narrow hallway in the back of the restaurant that led to the restrooms and trapped her against the wall. Their mouths met in another punishing kiss. His cock throbbed as she arched into him and guided his hand between her legs again.
“Jesus, Stella. You want this,” he growled. A thread of guilt snaked into his body, and he pulled back. She was breathing hard; one hand clutched his ass, the other, his chest. He wasn’t going to be one of those guys who made her feel cheap or used, and he wasn’t going to force himself on her.
“Baby, tell me what you want. Want to go back to the cabin? Want me to back off? What do you want, darlin’?” He drew back a few inches, and she pulled him in closer.
“Bathroom.” She felt for the door with her hand, then dragged him by his shirt into the men’s room.
Logan locked the door and backed her up against the wall.
“You’re sure?” he asked against her lips.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Their mouths crashed together again. She fumbled with his jeans as he tore hers open and thrust his hand beneath her panties. She took his throbbing erection in her hand as he dipped his fingers between her legs.
“Oh, fuck, darlin’. You’re so damn wet.”
He thrust his tongue in her mouth as he drove his fingers into her velvety heat, and she worked him with her hand. He used his thumb to get her to the edge, wanting to make her come before he was inside her. Within seconds her head dropped back and her eyes closed. He captured her cries of pleasure in his mouth.
“That’s my girl.”
He tugged her jeans down and lifted her easily into his arms and lowered her onto his throbbing cock.
“Christ, you feel good.”
“Logan.” His name came out as a plea.
“Hold on to my shoulders.”
She did, and he drove in hard, one powerful thrust after another, as she dug her nails into him.
“Harder, Logan. Fuck me harder.”
“Oh, darlin’.”
He lifted her off his aching shaft and turned her to face the sink, nudging her legs out wider. The shapely beauty of her creamy ass nearly took him over the edge. He dropped to his knees, had to taste her sweet honey before he entered her again. He spread her cheeks with his hands and thrust his tongue into her slick folds.
“Oh God. Logan.”
He licked her swollen sex until her breathing quickened and he could tell she was on the verge of release. In one swift move, he rose to his full height and drove his hard cock into her. Holding her shoulders for balance, he pumped and ground, taking her roughly, unable to hold back another second. They both wanted it. Hell, they both needed it. She was every bit as dirty as he was, only her naughtiness was cocooned in love, and he’d make damn sure that he loved the hell out of her—forever if she’d let him.
“Logan,” she cried out, clawing at the countertop.
He thrust as her inner muscles contracted. Heat gathered low in his gut, mounting, thickening, taunting. Another deep thrust pulled him under, and he grunted through his own intense release.
When the last shudder of pleasure rippled through him, he gathered her in his arms and held her close. She gazed into his eyes with the look of trust he’d seen late last night and again this morning. Every time their eyes connected, his heart turned over in his chest. Logan knew this was real. As real as anything he’d ever known. As real as taking down the enemy on his SEAL missions. As real as killing his father’s murderer. Adrenaline coursed through him, as it had during all those other times, along with something deeper, something that filled the holes those other things had left behind. Overtaking the shadows of his past and giving him hope for the future.
He helped Stella with her jeans, then righted his own, before pressing a long kiss to her forehead and taking her beautiful face in his hands. Logan was done struggling to keep his feelings in check. He couldn’t resist—didn’t want to deny—telling her how he felt.
“I love you, Stella. And no matter what the cost, I’ll keep you safe.”
She closed her eyes for a beat, and the air between them shifted, grew colder. Her jaw tightened. Her grip on his arm eased, and she looked away.
