Page 41 of Bulletproof Weeks

Logan paused, slashed a line through the words and scribbled a correction before repeating the opening, his voice stronger this time.

I am madness, she is life

How can she survive me

I am darkness, she is light

How will I destroy her

It seemed to be the infusion they needed. An hour later they had Emerson, Chris, and Julian all crowding the studio to listen. By nightfall they had the track laid down. He’d go at it with fresh ears the next day for the final.

The guys had abandoned him for food, but he couldn’t quite let the album go. He listened to it from track one through eleven, messed with the arrangement of songs, and piped up the speakers until it was a wall of sound.

“Logan.”

He spun in his chair and simply stopped. She was wearing one of her sweater jackets and a pair of worn jeans. Only this time she’d forgotten a shirt beneath the sweater. A single loose bow held the sides together over her mouthwatering breasts. Her hands were fisted in her pockets dragging her jeans low to show her hip bones.

His music filled the space and he moved to turn it down.

She pulled a hand free. “No, don’t.”

He drew his hand back from the dial and swallowed when she slowly tugged the end of the bow and the sweater started to give way.

“I locked the door. Hope that’s okay.”

Fuck, yeah. Did he nod? He wasn’t sure. The one thing he did do was set the song on a loop. Because she was holy shit beautiful and he didn’t want anything to break the spell. He swallowed as the steel guitar tones of the song seemed to be made for the gentle sway of her hips as she walked to him. The drums and reverb of the guitar punched his heartbeat up.

The weave of her sweater let skin peek through. She brought up her other hand to brush the pads of her fingers over the tips of her breast. The deep wine color of her nails made the pink of her nipple look achingly fragile.

She stopped in front of him, her knee nudging his thighs open. She offered him the end of her sweater’s bow string. He let out a groan as he tugged the end slowly free and her sweater gaped.

She slid her fingers around the nape of his neck, through the short hairs and drew him forward. He nosed the material over and circled her nipple with his tongue. All the while her topaz eyes burned. He lightly trailed his callused fingertips over her belly to her other breast and revealed it as well.

Her head fell back as he increased the suction. She held him tight to her breast as he watched her sway to the music and his touch. He grazed his teeth over the tight tip, tugging it away from her before letting it free. He repeated the entire process on her other breast until both were flushed a raspberry red.

He flicked the button of her jeans open and dragged the tab of her zipper down. The flimsiest pair of panties shielded her from him. He closed his mouth over her right nipple again and peeled her jeans over the curve of her ass.

She stepped out of the jeans and flicked them aside. Instead of straddling him like he thought she would, she slowly lowered to her knees.

“Oh, fuck.”

She gave him a sly smile and unzipped him, then drew his jeans down around his legs and down to pool at his ankles. Short nails coasted up his inner thighs then skipped up to his belly before one hand disappeared under his shirt. She made little circling tracks around his chest and belly to distract him, but there was no way he was focusing anywhere but on her lips.

She brushed her cheek along his shaft and circled his head with her soft hand. She pushed him up against his belly and licked a trail from the underside of his shaft to the tip and stopped. Her thumbnail flicked over his nipple and he hissed just as she covered the head of his cock with her warm mouth.

Her name was a groan of need as his hips lifted with each pull from her mouth. He gripped the chair arms so he wouldn’t do something stupid like grab her hair and guide his cock deeper into her throat. She set the pace and he loved that. Wanted to see it through, even as a red haze came over him.

The drugging quality of the song and her hot mouth made his breath catch. He didn’t want it to be over, but the way she handled him made it hard to do anything but let go.

She took him deeper, milked him with her hand, mouth, and throat. Finally he couldn’t stop himself. He fisted her silky hair and guided himself just a fraction deeper. She took him and went for more until he broke.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she licked and swallowed. She stood on shaky legs and he tried to get his brain to engage, but all he could concentrate on was the wetness of her panties.

She’d gotten off on getting him off.

Jesus, she destroyed him.

He dragged her mouth to his and slid his fingers inside of her. He knew she wouldn’t need much to go over. His girl liked a firm, gentle friction when she was this close. So he let his fingers play her and his mouth love her.

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