On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,52

around his cock and jerking on it. The idea that sweet, classy Grace came with a sexually adventurous side was more than he could take. And he couldn’t stand the idea of some other guy knowing that about her. “You said what?”

“I was being funny.”

So. Not. Funny. “Aye, well, I’d expect a phone call from him tomorrow. Saying shit like that to him, wearing that fucking dress…” he took a breath, afraid he’d say something he’d regret.

Those dark eyes of hers flashed with anger. “Why are you acting like a complete sod to me tonight?”

That was it.

Patience fucked.

“Are you really that fucking clueless?” he yelled, exasperated.

“Apparently so!” she shouted back, her chest heaving and making the curve of her breasts tremble.

All other thoughts, worries, concerns, people, fled his mind. His entire focus was on Grace and fucking some sense into her. “Well, here’s a damn hint!” Logan stormed her, capturing her elegant wrists in his big hands to pin them against the wall as he pushed his big body into her soft one. His dick swelled with need as her pretty lips parted in surprise, her eyes flared with lust, and her cheeks flushed. So fucking gorgeous. So feminine and soft.

Class.

Pure class.

She deserved to be made love to gently by a gentleman.

He couldn’t give her that right then. Logan wanted to brand her, possess her, make her lose her mind with need. Punish her a little for making him lose control.

He wanted to fuck her hard against her kitchen wall.

“Tell me to get out, Grace.”

Her breath stuttered as her gaze grew hazy… and then he felt her squeeze her legs together and wondered if she was already wet.

Jesus— “Grace, tell me to leave.”

“No,” she whispered, staring at him with so much longing he melted against her in relief. “I want you to stay.”

She was honest so she deserved his honesty in return. “If I stay I’m going to fuck you.”

And that’s when he knew Grace Farquhar was a prize beyond his wildest imaginings. She licked her lips and spread her legs in invite before whispering against his lips, “I’m counting on it.”

His control, what little he’d been holding onto, snapped.

He’d never lost control with a woman.

When he fucked a woman it was hot, he was generous, and they both got off. But Logan liked to control the whole encounter.

However, as soon as he kissed her, as soon as Grace’s tongue touched his, as that sweet moan slid down his throat, he was lost. Lost in sensation. In the taste and feel of Grace.

The way her pleas for more filled his ears.

The taste of her sweet nipples on his tongue.

The blaze that consumed him when she slid her hand inside his jeans and wrapped her fist around his dick and whispered, “I want you inside me. I need you.”

So fucking passionate, it shocked the shit out of him in the best way.

When he slipped two fingers between her slender, silky thighs and found her drenched and tight, he nearly came inside his jeans.

“I never thought you’d like up for the likes of me.”

She didn’t seem to hear him, so lost in what he was doing to her body. Her breathy gasps filled his ear as she clutched to him and undulated against his fingers.

God, she needed to come now because he seriously needed inside her. “Jesus, you’re killing me.” He whispered kisses along her the satin skin of her elegant jaw and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”

Just like that her inner muscles convulsed around his fingers.

Dirty talk turned her on. Good to know. He swallowed her cries of release in a wet, rough, uncontrolled kiss. It was the sexiest kiss of his life.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

As he continued to kiss her breathless, Logan pushed her dress up to her waist and ripped the lacy knickers she was wearing down her legs. As he reached for the zipper on his jeans so did Grace and they fumbled together in urgency to get them and his boxers off.

He broke from the kiss, wanting to see her face when he pushed into her.

Grace used the opportunity to look down his dick.

“Oh God,” she breathed, her eyes widening adorably at the size of him.

He didn’t think it was possible but he grew even harder, so hard it was painful. “All for you, babe,” he promised her, wanting her to know that he had never been this turned on his goddamn life. Then he gripped her legs, spread