Page 59 of Chance of Romance
Next thing she knew, her jeans and panties were around her ankles, and then they were off. He stood and gripped her hair, tilting her face up for his kiss, his mouth claiming hers just as his fingers delved between her legs, stroking her to a fever pitch. Oh, God, this man. He knew how to get her there fast and knew how to tease her torturously slow. This was fast, too fast. She clutched his shoulders, her limbs heavy and weak. A whimper escaped swallowed by his mouth.
Sharp need clawed at her. She grabbed his ass, pulling him close, needing to feel him inside her, not his fingers. He got the message, stepping back and pulling a condom from his jeans pocket. “Take off your shirt and bra,” he told her as he stripped down and rolled it on.
She did, her mouth dry, watching him, remembering how he felt full and deep inside her. In a flash he lifted her, taking her up against the wall, fierce and hard and hot. She panted, her nails digging into his shoulders, her head thrown back. Higher, hotter, everything in her coiled tight and then exploded. He thrust through her release, bringing aftershocks before letting out a guttural moan as he let go, his teeth clamping onto the cord of her neck in a primal hold that electrified her.
A long moment later, he held her jaw and kissed her, a long, slow, deep kiss like he couldn’t get enough of her. She lost herself, drugged by it, in a haze of lust and deep emotion. He broke the kiss, his warm hand stroking her cheek, her neck, across her shoulder and down her arm. She loved that he was so affectionate even after they made love. And that was what this felt like. Not just fucking.
He smoothed her hair back from her face. “I’m a beast. Screw San Francisco. I just want you back in my bed.”
She couldn’t help her smile. There was no question his focus was entirely on her, not his ex. “We should do a little sightseeing. I don’t know when I’ll be back here.”
He petted her some more, stroking down her rib cage and then holding her by the hips. “Two hours of sightseeing and then I want you naked on all fours.”
“That’s specific,” she teased. “Sounds like you’ve given this some thought.”
He stroked his thumb across her lower lip. “Ever since you bent over the sink this morning.”
“Then why didn’t you take me like that here?” In the shower, he’d pleasured her in another way, sealing her undying love for his mouth forever. And she’d returned the favor.
He kissed her and spoke against her lips. “I lost control because I wanted you so bad.” His hands slid to her ass and squeezed. “Now I’m planning ahead.”
“I can’t wait,” she whispered.
He groaned and held her tight to him before pulling away. “Two hours.” He snagged his clothes off the floor and swaggered toward the bedroom.
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After they were dressed, both of them glowing and happy, she followed Logan out the door. They stopped in the driveway, where his black BMW was parked in front of her Jeep.
“Which car?” he asked.
“Jeep might be more fun.”
“Sure. Mind if I drive it? Then you can focus on taking in the sights on the drive.”
She smiled, touched by his consideration. “Sounds good.” She dug around in her purse for the car keys. A rustle in the bushes made her head snap up. A large telephoto lens was aimed at them. “Logan,” she said under her breath, “someone’s here.” Oh, shit. What if they hadn’t moved upstairs? There could’ve been sex pictures of them splashed everywhere, maybe even video. She grabbed Logan’s arm, dizzy at the thought.
“Hey!” he hollered. “Get lost. This is private property.”
The lens lowered, and her dad stepped out to the driveway. Her gut clenched and she pulled away from Logan, heading for her dad. She and her dad were linked by biology only. He’d never wanted to be part of her life. Tall and lean, his dark blond hair parted neatly to the side, he approached slowly, camera in hand. She’d destroy that camera, but it was possible he’d already sent digital pictures to another device or online.
Logan rushed toward her dad like he was going to physically remove him.
“Logan! It’s my dad.”
Logan halted, his head whipping toward her in question.
She nodded, her lips in a flat line. Now she had to explain her paparazzi dad stalking his own daughter.
Her dad stopped in front of her. “Hi, Sabrina.”
She held out her hand. “Let me see your camera. Did you take pictures of me and Logan?”
“No, I just got here.” He showed her, flipping through pictures of celebrities. Nothing of her and Logan. He studied her for a moment. “You look really happy.”
She ground her teeth. She had been happy. Now he’d turned a beautiful time to shit. “Been a while since I’ve seen you.” The last time had been at her disastrous wedding four years ago. In a forgiving mood, all starry-eyed about being a bride, she’d invited him.
“Better circumstances now for sure.” Her dad turned to Logan. “Hi, I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you.”
