Page 45 of His Fantasy Girl

“Never going to happen.”

“I somehow thought you might say that. But we’ll work with what we’ve got.” He took a step closer, his fingertips trailing lightly down her arms, sending tingles zinging along her nerves, before catching her around the wrists.

For a second it occurred to her that she was in a deserted place with a man she knew very little about except that he was fixated on her sexually and fantasized about her being tied up and at his mercy. But only for a second. She trusted Logan. God knew why, but she felt safe with him. Well, maybe safe wasn’t the right word. Her body thrummed with anticipation, her breasts ached, and a pulse throbbed between her thighs. She knew she was soaking wet and she didn’t protest when he pulled her arms up and clamped them together in one of his.

“Shit, that is fucking hot. Your breasts are fucking amazing like this.” He wrapped her fingers around something metal. She peered up; a thick metal hook was embedded in the wall above her head. “Can you hold them there?”

She nodded…swallowed…licked her lips. “What happens next?”

“I go to untie you, and you tell me to wait. You’re so turned on by me saving you that you can’t wait and you beg me to fuck your brains out. Right here and now.”

“I bet I don’t say that. Even in a fantasy.”

He leaned in a little, stroked a finger over her breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging it as he watched her face. The action resonated between her thighs, hot and liquid. “Don’t you want me to fuck your brains out, sergeant?” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath feathering her skin. “Fuck you hard and fast up against the wall until you come screaming.”

Her traitorous sex clenched up tight at his words, and her mouth went dry. His hand shifted to his belt, and he slowly unbuckled it, opened the button on his pants, and lowered the zipper, letting out a groan of relief. His shaft sprang free, rock hard and vertical. She couldn’t drag her gaze away as he fisted his erection. “You want this? All of it, deep inside you?”

She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, he was focused on her face, his hand still around his cock. As she watched, he squeezed hard, a shudder running through him. Oh Lord, but she wanted him inside her, like she’d never wanted anything before. And all she had to do was beg. She could do this.

“Please, Logan…”

“Go on.”

She bit her lip. “Please will you fuck my brains out?”

“Good girl.” He grinned. “And because you asked so nicely…”

He pulled a packet from his back pocket, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled the condom down over his erection. Stepping closer, he thrust one leather clad thigh between hers, pushing her legs apart. His big hand cupped her sex, one finger sliding between the folds. “Christ, you’re always so wet.” His hands shifted to her hips, gripped her hard, lifting her slightly so she grabbed his shoulders for balance.

“Hey, put those hands back. You’re supposed to be tied up,” he growled. “Trust me, I’ve got you.” She grasped the metal loop again as he shoved inside her with one hard flex of his hips. Her legs wrapped round his hips as he shifted her higher, pushing her back against the smooth metal of the door. He withdrew and she moaned at the exquisite drag of his flesh against hers, then moaned again as he pushed back inside. “So tight and hot and wet for me. All for me.” He pressed his face into the curve of her neck. “Ready?”

For what?

But she gave a quick nod, which he must have felt. “Good.”

He drew back and slammed into her hard, filling her, stretching her. She had no time to analyze the sensation because he was moving fast. Eyes closed, she clung to the metal above her head as he pumped into her, each fierce stroke driving her higher, pressing against her clit, pushing her beyond the limits of a pleasure that bordered on pain, until she was aware of nothing but the thrust of his hard cock. Inside her everything was building, tightening, growing almost unbearable in its intensity, until at last she burst into a thousand pieces, multicolored lights flashing behind her closed lids. As the pleasure waned, he rotated his hips, grinding against her clit, and she came again.

As she screamed his name, Logan released the last of his control. His head went back as his orgasm engulfed him, flooding his system. Each time the pleasure subsided, she’d twitch her hips, and it would start all over again, until his legs were trembling and sweat beaded his skin.

Grabbing her hips, he held her still. “Christ, no more.”

He rested his forehead against hers, and they stayed like that for what seemed like an age. Never in his life had he felt like this. All mixed up, and choked up, and not wanting to let her go. Sex had always been just that—a necessary release of tension. This was way more, and the thought scared him. He’d never wanted more, wasn’t even sure what “more” entailed.

She shifted, and he sighed against her skin and raised his head. Her eyes blinked up at him, dazed and sleepy. He wasn’t the only one affected by their encounter.

“Thank you,” he said.

She opened her mouth, then thought better and closed it again. He’d made her speechless and he liked that. Her hands still gripped the hook above her head as if she couldn’t let go, and he reached up, uncurling her fingers from the metal. “You can let go now, sweetheart.”

She dropped her hands to his shoulder as her legs gave way, and he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her against his chest, he backed up and slid down the wall behind him so he was seated on the ground with her, soft and clinging in his arms. He’d never liked clingy women, but Abby was different. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of flowers drifting up from her hair as he stroked lazy circles on her skin.

After a few minutes, she raised her head, and he found himself staring into fathomless blue eyes. They were filled with an expression he couldn’t quite define, but which set off alarm bells somewhere deep inside. Alarm bells he ignored. Right now he felt too mellow. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yes. At least I think so. That was…”

“Intense?”

She gave a wry smile. “That’s one word to describe it.”

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