Page 52 of Chance of Romance
He smoothed her hair back from her face. “Is it bad that I just want to spend the whole weekend doing dirty things to you?”
She smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that filled him with joy. “It is our honeymoon, but I’m not sure you have the stamina.”
“Oh, yeah?” He nipped her lower lip and then sucked. “Try me.”
She licked her lips, her eyes hot on his, her hair mussed from his hands.Fuck me, I want her again.
Too soon.He lifted her off him and set her on her feet, holding her by the arms to keep her steady. He couldn’t resist touching her more, smoothing his hands down her sides and over her hips before framing her face with his hands.“Before, you said you weren’t starting to think about you and me. What changed? Is this just because the wine made you horny and I’m the only available man?”
She threw her arms around his neck, pressing her entire body against him. “You are the hottest man who ever graced this planet. And that’s not the wine talking.”
He couldn’t help his wide smile. No question she was into him. He wrapped his arms around her, slid his hands to her ass and squeezed.
She spoke against his lips, her voice soft. “I want everything with you.”
Everything.His dirty mind immediately flashed to all the ways he wanted to have her. He groaned and held her tight to him. “I want that too.” He pulled away. “Give me one hour.” He dealt with the condom, tucking it back in the wrapper, and got his pants back in place. “Be right back.”
She blew him a kiss, smiling, naked and so fucking sexy. His chest ached at the beautiful sight. He gave her a hard kiss, turned, and headed upstairs before he gave himself away. Because he was feeling way too much for where they were at. Sex did not mean love. It couldn’t possibly have happened that fast for him. He hadn’t even known Sabrina wanted him. They’d been friends. Her soft admission played through his mind.I’ve wanted you for so long.
He headed for the master bedroom with its en suite bathroom, feeling a little light-headed. Probably from the stress of the day. His business meeting with Elias, his cheating ex, and tonight’s unexpected conclusion would’ve been a lot for a week, let alone a day.
He flicked on the light and stopped short. Sabrina’s suitcase was right next to his.
This hadn’t been his lust driving everything. She’dplannedto seduce him. Why else would she have set herself up in his bedroom?
One corner of his mouth lifted. This was going to be a dirty, dirty weekend. No holding back. He was going to make her as crazy as she made him. He firmly pushed all the earlier mushy stuff from his mind. That was just a side effect of wine, lust, and stress. A mind-fuck cocktail for sure.
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Later that night, Sabrina walked upstairs with a quiet Logan, telling herself just to relax and enjoy. This was not the time to think about anything stupid like ruining their friendship or worrying about where his head was at with his ex. They’d watched TV for a short while, but he couldn’t stop touching her, and she couldn’t stop touching him—despite both of them being dressed again—and they mutually agreed the king-size bed would be better than the sofa.
He strode into the bedroom first, turning on the nightstand light. “Found your suitcase in here earlier. Looks like you planned to seduce me.” He turned and grinned. His shirt was all the way unbuttoned, her doing. She’d been dying to run her hands over his bare chest. The cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up, exposing muscular forearms.
She practically floated over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Now he smelled like woodsy cologne and sex, a potent combination. “Yep.”
He flashed a smile that lit up his gorgeous face, his big hand cradling her jaw. “It totally worked.” He kissed her passionately, his arm banded around her waist, pressing her tight against him.
Her body hummed with need. His mouth claiming hers, his hard erection pressing into her belly, his hand sliding from her ass to between her legs—all of it made her wild for him. She grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders and then off. She was still dressed, but she couldn’t help pressing herself against all that hotness.
He spoke against her lips. “I can feel your heat right through your clothes. You’re so hot for me.”
“So wet for you,” she returned.
His dark eyes gleamed, his fingers pressing firmly between her legs.
She had to have himnow. “I need you inside me.”
His eyes dilated, raw need blazing from them. He scooped her up, cradled in his arms, surprising her.
She nuzzled into his neck, loving the feel of his soft beard and warm skin. He pulled back the covers and gently set her down. She waited for him to pounce for another hard and fast fuck like before, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He slowly pulled the belt from his dress pants, setting it on the nightstand, and then unbuttoned his pants. She’d waited long enough. She sat up, grabbed his shoulders, and yanked.
He fell on top of her with a laugh.
“You’re almost the way I want you,” she said, smiling. “Just about six inches to the left and in.”
“Shoes.” He got off her, pulled her flats off and tossed them. Then he sat on the edge of the mattress and undid the laces on his dress shoes.
Slow, slow, slow.She’d waited frigging long enough.
