Page 60 of Tethered to the World
With every pass he moved faster and faster, his breathing more ragged each time. He slammed on the brakes, then jerked the wheel until the car swerved to the side of the road, nearly sending crashing into a tree. Without a word, he slammed the car into park, then lifted both hands, snagging them in her hair, jerking her forward to ravish her lips.
She almost lost the rhythm he set as his mouth destroyed her mind. Pleasure soared under his complete loss of control. Wanting more, she wrapped her second hand around him until he lifted his head and hissed.
“I’m going to come.”
As if sensing her curiosity, he stretched back into the seat, watching her as her attention dropped to his erection.
“Fuck.” Then his thighs flexed as he arched under her touch. His erection pulsed as he took his pleasure, spilling his seed over his shirt, never once looking away from her.
A second later, he sagged against the seat, then dragged her forward, his kiss gentle, his lips barely touching hers. Her whole body tingled as she squirmed in her seat. He slowly sat, then dragged his shirt over himself, cleaning up the mess. He tossed it to the floor, then closed his pants.
He opened his door, completely focused on his mission as he flipped off the interior lights. When she would’ve retreated to her side of the car, he grabbed her knee, pulling her leg up onto the seat, twisting her until she fell backward. Then he crawled across the seat until he was crouched over her and smiled roguishly. “My turn.”
He leaned forward, settling his weight between her splayed thighs, and she gasped as pleasure swirled through her at the contact. Then he flexed his hips again, dragging another gasp from her. She slipped her hands around him, her nails sinking into his back, urging him to move. He reached down, running his hand along the outside of her thigh until he reached her ass, then lifted her up to angle her hips as he moved again, and she couldn’t help arching against him.
Pleasure sizzled through her, and she urgently craved something she couldn’t name. Every time he moved, he sent her soaring higher and higher.
Logan buried his face against her neck, a growl rumbling from him. “Fuck, you smell good.”
Before she had time to say anything, he reared back and attacked the closure of her jeans, then he shuffled backwards on his knees, taking her pants with him. A second later, he grabbed her ankles and drew her toward the edge of the seat, until her legs hung outside the car, startling a squeak out of her. Then he leaned down, buried his face between her legs, and licked her.
Her hips shot off the seat.
He growled hungrily, then held her still while he feasted. As he used his tongue and lips on her, she wasn’t able to catch her breath, her entire body shooting higher and higher with each pass. She sank her fingers into his hair, clawing at him in a silent demand for more.
He seemed to take it as a signal, reaching between them to slowly push a finger into her core.
Then breathing became unimportant as his tongue and fingers sent her shooting for the stars with a scream of pleasure. He gentled his touch as she slowly came back to earth.
Only then did she realize his phone was ringing.
When Logan continued to caress her, she squirmed, then yanked on his hair. “Logan.”
He growled again, his grip tightening, and she shivered as the sound vibrated through her, and her breath caught roughly.
She wanted him again.
When the phone stopped, then immediately rang again, it took her a considerable effort for her to shake off the effect he had on her. “Logan.”
She tugged at his hair again, jerking him back up until he looked at her. “Your phone.”
It was like he didn’t hear her, his beast staring at her from his eyes, then he blinked as if waking. Ignoring the ringing, he leaned up and brushed his lips against hers again, gently tucking her hair away from her face. “Are you okay?”
Her insides went gooey at his concern, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m wonderful.”
The phone stopped ringing, only to start again immediately. Logan heaved a sigh, pressing his forehead against hers. “We could ignore them and just run away.”
She laughed, then pushed at his shoulder. “If I know them, they’d hunt us down before morning.”
He grumbled but retreated. He fished out his phone from his pocket, never once removing his gaze from her as he answered, watching while she collected her underwear and jeans, pulling them back on. He frowned while she did it, and she shivered at the look of hunger on his face, a now-familiar fire licking through her when she understood what it meant.
“We’re ten minutes out.”
When she crawled to her feet and reached for the door, her hand passed clear through. “Son of a bitch.”
Chapter Fifteen
Logan combed his fingers through his hair as they approached the house. It was all he could do not to stomp on the gas and take Annora somewhere else, anywhere they could be alone again. He shuddered, still remembering the way her fingers whispered across his skin, the way flames licked his flesh.
