his pants was soft, but beneath them was a hardness that pulsed with urgency.
Amanda lifted one hand. "Help me sit up." When she was vertical, she put her hands on his waist and leaned into him. His hard heat pressed into her nakedness. She sighed with contentment, and then was betrayed into a giggle. If Rosie could only see her now—
He frowned. "Are you drunk?"
Her eyes flew open. "Of course not."
"We have to stop now if you are." But he didn't move away.
"What? You're developing a conscience?" Starched cotton slid over her hands as her fingers drifted inside the buttons of his shirt and she touched his hot skin.
"I always have a conscience." He sucked in a sharp breath. "Though it's receding quickly right now."
She moved down his smooth, muscular abs until she reached rough hair that fanned outward.
Logan's harsh breathing kicked up a notch.
She jerked her hands out from under his shirt, but couldn't resist arrowing her thumbs downward, along the side of his zipper. His wool pants were soft, dense. His erection poked up and out at her.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?" she asked.
"God, no." He closed his eyes and murmured, "I can't help noticing you're not behaving in character here."
"You don't really know me, I don't think." She'd wanted him from the first moment she stepped into his office and saw him sitting behind his desk, calm, powerful, intense. His mere presence had called out to something deep inside her. She'd never expected to do anything about her attraction, but now that she was here in his home, just the two of them, some barrier within her had crumbled away. The values and morals she'd thought were strong and impenetrable had turned out to be as fleeting as bubbles in champagne.
Passion was a much stronger force than she'd ever imagined. Sitting here on the edge of his table, trembling in the aftermath of a powerful orgasm, she still wanted more.
Logan snapped his eyes open and their gazes collided.
"I'd like to know you better," he said.
She stared into his face as she heard the sound of a zipper. She was aware of the condom being opened. She was incapable of stopping him, when all she wanted was to be as close as possible with him, to combine their bodies in a heated bliss that would never end.
Then she felt the pressure, the smooth, heated strength invading her. He pushed her thighs wider, and his fingers began to stroke her. He was surprisingly gentle.
She lifted her hips.
"Finally," he said in a guttural voice as he surged into her.
And Amanda knew she'd made a terrible mistake.
Chapter 17
Logan watched Amanda as he began to pump into her. A spasm had crossed her face right when he entered her, and he'd wondered if maybe he was hurting her, but then she'd grabbed his arms and clung to him as he angled his thrusts, looking for the sweet spot. Her eyes glazed over when he found it, and he settled in to ride it out.
But it didn't take long, mere seconds, before she came again, clutching him so that he barely held on until she finished. He allowed himself to follow immediately. The sharp burst of rapture consumed him so that he barely heard the dishes clanking together as he pounded her against the table. Something hit the floor, but he only cared about pushing further into her wet warmth, sheathing himself in her yielding, female body.
It had been too long for him and the pleasure reverberated throughout him, from his head to his toes. He consumed, and was consumed. His body thundered and it trembled.
He watched Amanda, watched the expressions on her face. Male pride thundered through him. He'd done that to her. He'd pounded her into that ecstasy.
But something else whispered a more seductive song in his brain. She was so enchanting. Her hair fanned out on the tablecloth, the silken strands curved like notes of a sweet song. A wash of emotion threatened to spill over him. He pushed it back.
He dropped a kiss to her lips, but it wasn't enough, and he knew it.
She deserved better.
He was no good for her. He was a cold bastard who couldn't, and didn't want to, give her what she deserved. He'd take whatever she freely gave. He'd even come back for more.
But, in the end, he'd leave.
On that thought, he pulled out.
"Wait a sec," he said, pulling up his pants and heading for the kitchen to dispose of the