Page 51 of Chance of Romance
Chapter Twelve
“I’m trying,” Sabrina whispered, clear desire in her eyes.
A hot rush of lust surged through him. That was the signal he needed. “Then I accept.” He kept her close, his hand cupping her warm neck. “Fake everything, but this part right here is very, very real.” He brushed his lips across hers once and then again. Her lips parted on a sigh.
He held her jaw with his other hand, keeping her in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside. He nearly groaned, her taste minty, her lips yielding and soft. Electric heat shot through his veins, the intensity catching him by surprise. The kiss turned wild, his doing, but she was right there with him, returning the kiss with equal passion. Fever hot. Every nerve firing. Her sweet scent, her taste, he needed to kiss more of her,allof her.
She moaned deep in her throat, an erotic sound that made him rock hard. Need pulsed through him, a primal instinct. He wanted her under him, wanted to bury himself deep inside. He’d never wanted anyone like this just from a kiss. He had to slow it down.
With every ounce of willpower he had, he broke the kiss, sliding his hand from her jaw to hold her throat. “I like that sound.”
Her brown eyes were hazy with lust. Her voice was a whisper, her lips grazing his as she leaned close. “More, please.”
Oh, God, she was just so sweet with theplease. He felt like a beast, nearly vibrating with need, straining to control himself. He loosened his hold on her throat, sliding his finger down it, staring at the rapidly beating pulse in her neck. She wanted him, but she kept her hands to herself, which told him slow was definitely the way to go.
He slid his hand from her neck up to her hair, gripping it and tilting her head back. He pressed his lips to her throat, her skin warm and soft, her taste glorious as he worked his way up to her ear. “Tell me you want me, Sabrina.” He needed the words.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He jolted and met her eyes.For so long?
She grabbed his head and kissed him roughly, hungrily.Yes!His hands went to her waist, yanking the shirt out of the waistband, desperate to feel skin.
She tore her mouth away and pulled her shirt over her head. His mouth went dry. Red lace bra cupping gorgeous breasts. He needed all of her pressed against all of him. Like right now.
He didn’t hesitate, quickly moving to stand in front of her and pull her up off the island stool and into his arms, soft curves pressed against him as he sealed his mouth over hers. Now her hands were on him, running over his shoulders and down his back. Thank God. He didn’t even care where she touched him as long as she did.
He turned them, backing her up to the wall, kissing her long and deep, pressing his entire body against her, the ache to have her fierce. He eased back to pull the cup of her bra down, stroking one finger over her hard nipple. She moaned into his mouth, igniting him. He bent and took her breast into his mouth, suckling hard. Her fingers speared into his hair, holding him close as she keened deep in her throat. The sexy sounds drove him on.More, more, more.
He straightened, his mouth crashing over hers. Her hands slid up the front of his dress shirt, her fingers fumbling over the top button. He pushed her hand away, working it himself. Too many damn buttons on his shirt to get it off fast enough. She tugged his belt buckle.Yes!Just the important stuff. He left his shirt and undid her pants, yanking them down, panties with them, and bent to get her ankles free of them, catching the scent of her arousal. He nearly came right there.
He stood and gripped her hair, his mouth claiming hers as his fingers delved between her legs. She was hot, so fucking wet. He stroked her up and down, and she clutched his shoulders, arching against his hand. He made a lazy circle, slowly zeroing in, and she gasped into his mouth as he finally hit ground zero. Her hips moved rhythmically, seeking more of his touch. He slid his fingers down her in one smooth stroke and then inside her. So tight.Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He lifted his head, working hard to restrain himself. She was flushed with heat, breathing hard, her lips wet and swollen from his kiss. He slid his fingers from her, and she let out a mewl of protest, grabbing his wrist and putting his hand firmly back between her legs.
He groaned. “Sabrina, I want you so fucking bad. Push back at me if I’m too much.”
Her voice came out hoarse. “You feel how wet I am. Fuck me right now or I’m going to scream.”
His control snapped. His mouth slammed over hers, his fingers thrusting inside, pumping into her, his thumb stroking fast over pleasure central. She moaned into his mouth, and then her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips arching, seeking more of his touch. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel her come when he was buried deep.
He tore his mouth away. Her eyes flew open and she ground against his hand. “I’m so close, Logan. Don’t stop.”
“I want to feel you come when I’m inside you,” he half growled in her ear.
She shivered. “Hurry.”
He grabbed a condom from his wallet, freed himself, and rolled it on in a flash. No time to strip properly. He had to have her now. He lifted her, the heat and scent of her overwhelming his senses, and he slid home, easing inside her tightness. Her body gripped him like she was claiming him.Fuck.He got even harder, slowly pumping in and out, trying not to be the beast he was, because all he wanted to do was slam into her again and again.
He slid a hand between them, stroking her hot wet sex. Her head dropped back, keening sounds from deep in her throat making him crazed with need. He kept stroking her, faster and harder as he pumped deep. She bucked against him, squeezing him, chanting his name. Fuck, he couldn’t hold back much longer. And then she jerked, her body clamping tight around him, crying out. He pumped harder, stroking softer now with his fingers, keeping her right on the edge.
He shifted to whisper directly in her ear. “Come for me.” He bit down on the cord of her neck. She jolted and then whimpered as he drove her on, thrust and stroke, thrust and stroke.
“Logan,” she whispered fiercely, her body gripping him tight and then squeezing him rhythmically. About to go over.Yes. Fuck yes.
He thrust through her release, deep and hard, the sound of her exultant cry filling his ears as she came. Finally he let go—an explosion of light behind his eyes, a white-hot surge of pleasure as he pumped, shuddering against her until he was finally spent.
A long moment later, he held her jaw and kissed her, a slow, deep kiss. Not ready to let her go yet, he broke the kiss, his gaze following his hand as he stroked her heated cheek, then her neck and over her bare shoulder, loving that he could touch her like this now.
