Page 70 of One More Chance
“What did you expect?” she asked, genuinely interested, still gripping his thick fingers.
“Something cottagey, less formal, I guess; although this is a beautiful house,” Logan added quickly.
Charlotte had purchased the manor home after she brokered her first ten-million-dollar deal. When she signed the paperwork, she felt like she had finally made it, a small-town girl done good. But as she looked at the façade, she realized it was just like everything in her life, a mask.
“It’s renovated on the inside,” she replied, and reluctantly pulled her hand from Logan’s to shift the car into park. Logan jumped out of the SUV and was at her door before she could reach for the handle.
“M’lady,” he offered her his hand as he pulled the door open.
She giggled and let him help her out of the car. At the door, Charlotte fumbled in her purse to find her keys. The fact that Logan’s lips were on her collarbone wasn’t helping. Charlotte’s handbag slipped from the crook of her arm to the ground, but she was too lost in Logan’s lips to notice.
She planted her hands against Logan’s strong shoulders and pressed her body against his, pinning him against the solid hardwood door. His breath hitched and he responded hungrily matching her eagerness. Charlotte arched her head back as he kissed her neck, pressing her hips against his. Logan put his hand behind her neck and pulled her face close to his, “Get your keys,” he growled and crouched to pick up Charlotte’s discarded handbag.
As they burst into her marble foyer, they were already undressing each other. Charlotte kicked off her heels and pulled at Logan’s wool overcoat at the same time as he pulled her leather jacket back and over her shoulders, the leather and wool landing on the floor in a heap. Charlotte kissed Logan hungrily, her desire for him growing stronger, the warmth in her lower belly spreading down her legs and up to her chest, her body wanted his and the way his breaths were coming hard and raspy she knew the feeling was mutual. Her lips didn’t leave his as she fumbled with his tie. She felt his warm hands on the cool skin of her waist as his fingers gripped the bottom of her shirt. They parted long enough for him to pull it over her head. He looked at her lacy bra and she saw him take a deep breath before he nipped at the mounds of her breasts above the lace. Charlotte moaned and grabbed two fists full of his hair.
Logan lifted Charlotte up so her feet were off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed his neck as he carried her up the stairs, his hands gripping her ass. He threw her down on the bed and unzipped her jeans, she wriggled to help him pull them off her muscular thighs.
She caught a glimpse of the duvet cover. “This is the guest room.” She realized that Logan had just honed in on the first bed he saw.
“Who cares?” he said and kissed her belly while he pulled her lace panties down her thighs. Charlotte writhed as she felt his breath inches from her womanhood. She arched her back and was rewarded with the warmth of his mouth between her thighs. Charlotte’s legs were shaking, and she realized that she was already at the brink of an orgasm. She pulled back, needing to delay the gratification; but Logan grabbed her and pulled her body back to his lips. That was all it took. She moaned, pressing her head into the soft duvet as her orgasm surged through her body. She collapsed briefly and enjoyed the kisses and nips being planted on her sensitive inner thighs. She rolled over and onto her knees and pushed Logan back by his shoulders, so he was standing at the foot of the bed. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops, the buckle clattered to the floor. His erection was tenting out the front of his pants, so she took care unzipping his fly. Finally, she pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs freeing his cock.
She took him in her mouth, his moans fueling the simmering desire between her legs. His fists knotted in her hair and she could feel his legs shuddering as he neared his own release. But before she could finish, he pulled back. His rock-hard cock swayed in the air as he stepped out of his pants and nestled his face in the crook of Charlotte’s neck. He reached his hand behind her back and pulled her up the bed, so her head rested comfortably on the decorative silk pillows. She could feel the warmth of his cock at her opening but instead of pushing into her, he rested there. Charlotte was hungry to feel him inside of her, it would only take a shift and rock of her hips... she writhed underneath him, encouraging him to press inside.
He stroked her hair and kissed her neck and then her jawbone as Charlotte fumbled in the nightstand until her fingers found the foil package of a condom. She placed it in his hand. He stroked her jawbone with his thumb, his eyes searching hers as he rolled the condom onto his cock. “I love you, Charlotte O’Hare,” he said and then kissed her gently on the lips as he pressed into her. Charlotte gasped into his mouth and she rocked her hips against him in time with his gentle thrusts until he groaned and bit at her neck, crying out as his cock twitched inside her, his body shuddering with its release.
Chapter 28
THE EARLY MORNING SUNteased open Logan’s eyes and he looked groggily around the unfamiliar room. His eyes landed on the creamy skin of Charlotte’s shoulder and his early morning confusion dissipated as visions of the night before flooded his brain as well as other parts of him too. The two of them had fallen asleep, exhausted, on top of the covers. Logan shivered, because at sometime during the night they had folded the sides of the duvet up to cover them, but it wasn’t enough. Logan tried to pull the covers over Charlotte, but they wouldn’t reach. He kissed her shoulder and she responded with a sleepy shiver. He shifted gently and rolled her up like a burrito before scooping her up in his arms. He explored the top floor of her huge house, naked before he found the master bedroom.
Clutching Charlotte with one arm, he pulled the decorative pillows from her king-sized bed. Why the hell do women need all these pillows he wondered as she murmured sleepily into his chest. He pulled back the sheets and set Charlotte down gently, covering her up with her bedding. She nuzzled into the pillow and her breath deepened into sleep. While tempted to wake her up, he was content to sit with his raging hard-on, watching her sleep peacefully, wondering if she always slept with a tiny smile on her face.
He stretched his arms over his head and wandered over to the window, the sun teasing the sky with pink hues. He pulled the covers back on the other side of the bed and slid in, appreciating the warmth that Charlotte’s small body had already generated. A folder on the nightstand caught his eye, not because it was anything out of the ordinary, but because of the address scrawled on it: 17 Sugar Peaks Way. He felt slightly guilty as he nudged the folder off the nightstand with his elbow, the paperwork scattering on the floor. He leaned out of the bed to gather it up and his heart dropped when he realized what he was looking at, the paperwork for Charlotte’s mountain house, she was leaving Chance Rapids.
He slid the papers back into the folder and set it on her nightstand. He slipped down under the white sheets and pulled Charlotte in tightly to him, her small body fit perfectly in his arms.
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