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No matter that they had always gone full-on when they competed, Logan had always been smart enough to keep the darkest part of himself from her. His intensity when he was trying to be normal was off the charts, so there was no way going all-out wouldn’t overwhelm her.
She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit him lightly. He ran one hand down her back, cupping her thigh as he thrust his hips toward hers. Her skin was soft and smooth, her legs bare. He ran his finger up underneath the hem of her shorts, caressing the back of her legs as she drove him out of his ever-loving mind sucking on his lip.
Finally he tore away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. She put her hands on his cheeks and ran her thumb along his jaw, causing him to grapple for self-control. He wanted this night with Quinn to last forever so he needed to be more than a five-minute man with her right now. Because he wasn’t fooling himself that he’d get more than this one night with her.
In the light of day, given his current fucked-up life situation, this was all the two of them could have. And it was so good that he wanted to binge on all of Quinn. Just give in to the fire that was burning between the two of them. But he liked the slow burn.
“What are you doing?” she asked, rubbing her finger over his bottom lip and making his dick even harder.
He was getting harder and harder and, for the life of him, it wasn’t easy to remember why he was trying to go slow. This was Quinn, for fuck’s sake. She’d always rendered his control nonexistent.
“Trying to make this last. But damn, woman, I forgot how fast you get to me,” he said. His words were meant to be calming—for himself. But his voice was low, guttural with need, and he stopped trying to hold back. Stopped pretending he could be anything other than his most basic self.
“I didn’t,” she said, pushing her hands between their bodies and undoing the buttons of his shirt, parting it to drop a kiss in the middle of his chest next to the chain holding the gold coin medallion his father had given him when he’d become CEO. “You make me hotter and wetter than any other guy ever has. I was sort of hoping time would have dulled this, but...”
No such luck, he thought.
He reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head. She shivered as the night breeze brushed over her skin and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his chest to warm her up. Her hard nipples pushed into his chest and the lace of her bra was soft against his skin. She wrapped her arms around his neck and twined her fingers together there.
Their eyes met and, for a moment, he forgot everything but Quinn. She shifted again and his erection hardened as she rubbed herself against him. He groaned and sprawled one hand wide against the small of her back, holding her, guiding her as she rocked against him, trying to get her to rub herself against the tip of him. When she did, his head dropped back and he said her name softly like a refrain in time with the movements of her hips.
She laughed softly and he felt her mouth against the column of his neck as she sucked and kissed her way down his body. She shifted, the exquisite movements of her hips stopping as she did so. But he felt her fingers, long and cold, grazing over his stomach and down the center of his body.
He flicked the catch of her bra open with two fingers and then pulled it down her arms. She lifted one and then the other to allow him to remove it. She started to reach for the fastening on his shorts, but he stopped her.
He put his hands on her waist and shifted back so he could see her. In the dark of night, with only the moon and stars, he couldn’t see her skin clearly but knew she had freckles all over her body and that her nipples were a brownish pink color. He flicked his fingers over her nipples and felt them tighten under his touch.
He drew one finger down the center of her body as she’d done to him, circling her belly button, flicking the tiny gold hoop that she had there. From memory, he knew that playing with her piercing turned her on. She shifted her hips against his thighs, parting her legs as she did so. He continued to tease her belly button, needing her to be as ready as he was.
Every touch of her hands drove him closer and closer to the edge, and they both weren’t even naked yet.
She pulled his head to hers and, as their lips met, part of him wondered if this was nothing more than a fevered summer dream. This woman he’d wanted for too long but hadn’t realized until this moment.
One thing about Logan was that he wasn’t just driven in business; his passion applied to every aspect of his life. He made love to her with the same intensity that he negotiated a deal in the boardroom. No part of her body was overlooked, no detail was too small to escape his attention. And, surprisingly, he seemed to remember everything that had turned her on all those years ago.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, which made him stop fondling her belly button piercing. But her body was still throbbing and even though he’d said he wanted to take it slow, she was ready to have him inside her. She wanted to forget everything except this man and make this night one she’d always remember.
Quinn reached for the button on his shorts but he stopped her again; this time she pushed his hands away. She got that he wanted the slow tease but she wanted himnow. She undid the button and then lowered his zipper, reaching into the opening to take him in her hand and stroke him. He groaned her name, a guttural sound that seemed to be drawn from inside the depths of him.
“Oh, I’m not going to last, Ace,” he said. “And I have it on good authority women like it to be longer than thirty seconds.”
She couldn’t help the laugh he drew from her. “That’s true, but I want to touch you. I want you naked on the blanket so I can enjoy every second of you.”
“You have to be naked too. Equality and all that,” he said.
“Fine with me,” she said, standing and stepping out of her underwear. She was momentarily glad it was night because she hadn’t had a bikini wax recently. But then Logan’s hands were on her legs, caressing his way up the length of them as he stood next to her. He cupped her naked butt and drew her forward, rubbing his erection against her center, and she had the feeling he didn’t really care if she’d had a bikini wax or not.
She pushed his shorts down with his underwear and the tip of his erection bumped her stomach as he stepped out of his shorts. He put one hand between her shoulders and kept the other on her butt, tugging her to him. His mouth came down on hers hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth and his cock rubbing against her mound. She held on to his shoulders and realized he hadn’t been joking when he’d said he might not last.
He’d gone from smooth, sophisticated lover to a man with an unquenchable need, and she loved it. This was what she wanted from him. Not the playing at being a gentleman when she knew that underneath his civilized exterior beat the heart of a warrior. A man who was fighting to take everything the world had—and tonight, everything that she had—to give him.
She met his passion with her own. No longer having to temper herself because he wasn’t tempering himself. She grabbed his shaft, stroking his length, reaching lower to cup him. She squeezed gently before she tore her mouth from his and kissed her way down his chest. Biting at his pec, which flexed as she did so. He made that groan that sounded like her name again. His hands were in her hair as she moved lower on his body. She kept stroking him with her hand as her mouth drew nearer and she licked the tip of his erection, sucking him into her mouth as his hands tightened in her hair. He reached for her breasts, cupping them in his hands as she sucked him deeper into her mouth. He flicked his fingers over her nipples, and she felt the warmth between her legs.
Quinn was so hot for him, needed him now, but didn’t want to stop sucking him. He pulled his hips back and lifted her into his arms, falling to his knees while cushioning the landing for her. They were facing each other again and he framed her face with his hands. In the moonlight, she couldn’t see the expression in his eyes but had no doubt of what he wanted next. He pulled her down next to him on the blanket.
She reached for his body, not done with caressing him, but he caught her hand and drew it up above her head. He captured her other hand and held both wrists lightly in his grasp. He knelt next to her torso, his big body crouched and ready, his cock shooting out toward her, his breaths sawing in and out as he looked at her. He drew his free hand down the center of her, starting at her forehead. She sucked his finger into her mouth when he brushed it over her lips and then felt the wetness as he continued his path along her chest.
He ran his damp finger around each of her nipples before moving lower, flicking her piercing before he placed his palm over her mound. He pushed down with the heel of his palm, rubbing his hand over her clit, and then she felt his finger parting her. The air was cool for a moment against her sensitive flesh but then his finger was there. Flicking and rubbing against her. Her hips lifted as she tried to get more but he wouldn’t be rushed. He drove her slowly toward the edge of her control. She felt her orgasm, right there just out of her reach, and struggled against his hold on her wrists, trying to touch him. Instead he just brought his mouth to hers as he plunged two fingers into her and drove her over the edge.
