condom.
When he returned, she was standing by the table. She'd emptied the half-glass of dessert wine he'd poured for her earlier. He was glad he'd been careful about the wine. He wanted her again, and the look on her face said she was having second thoughts. At least he didn't have to worry that alcohol was clouding her brain.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "You are incredibly sexy," he murmured into her ear.
"We made a big mistake," she whispered.
"It's done now. Don't look back." He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. "Come on." He licked her. "We tried hard and fast. Let's try slow and easy."
She shivered. "Logan—"
"This is not something that calls for your crackerjack analytical skills." He swept her up into his arms. Her still-unbuttoned blouse fell open, and his heart almost stopped. She had the best tits he'd ever seen, and he'd seen some good ones.
"Mandy." He raised her, and buried his face between those soft curves. "Come with me."
She pressed her lips against his neck. He heard himself groan. Her teeth grazed his skin, here and there, little nips that marked him somewhere deep inside.
Since she didn't answer, he began walking. He hadn't had near enough of her. Unless she gave any indication she wanted him to stop, he intended to keep her in his bed all night long.
When they reached his room, he dropped her lightly on the king-sized bed, and began to take off his shirt. She watched him, a slight frown creasing her forehead, her eyes uncertain. He knew this was a critical moment, when she would decide whether to stay or go. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers.
Her gaze swept over him. He stood there and let her look. It was her decision. But he didn't mind doing whatever he could to entice her.
He touched her wrist. "I want to undress you."
She shivered. "Why do you have to be so hot?"
"Now that's not what I expected to hear." He laughed.
"You must have heard it before."
He shrugged. Words from paid companions meant nothing to him and, in any case, he was far more focused on her than on himself. He stepped closer to the bed and leaned over her. The partially opened blouse was testing his control. He pushed the sides open. "Let's get rid of this."
Lifting her shoulders, he removed the blouse and bra in one quick motion. When he set her back on the bed, he followed her down. That simple move of pursuit set him on fire.
He opened his mouth on hers and swept in with his tongue. He grasped both breasts, forcing himself to be gentle, when he wanted to be rough, wanted to wipe away the uncertainty in her gaze, wanted to hear her cry out in ecstasy. She'd been quiet, so far, and he could feel her holding herself back. While his mind approved – after all, he was doing the same thing – his testosterone-fueled cave man wanted her convulsing and clinging like she'd never let go.
Luckily, he knew how to achieve that goal.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pressed kisses to the back of her neck. He used his teeth, biting her until he realized his control was slipping. He'd never wanted to mark a woman the way he wanted to mark Mandy, as if he were a lion choosing his mate, and showing the proof to the world.
He eased up and turned her back over.
"I feel dizzy," she whispered.
"I'm sorry. I was a little rough."
Her breasts enticed him and he began to kiss and lick them, but tenderly. He didn't want her to panic. The lust that was roaring through him was hot enough to burn everything in its path if he wasn't careful. He forced himself to be gentle, teasing her by avoiding her nipples. He didn't relent until she began to whimper and arch her back.
Then he latched onto one and sucked, reveling in the sharp points that stabbed his mouth. She was grabbing him anywhere she could. His head. His shoulders. Her fingernails clawed his back.
Reaching with one hand, he yanked open the nightstand drawer. As much as he hated condoms, he would never have sex without that protection preventing another life from invading his. He slipped it on.
Then he threw a leg over her and got up on his knees, caging her. He yanked up her skirt, feeling a moment of regret that he hadn't gotten it off