Eclipse of the Heart - By Carly Carson Page 0,60

was gruff, but he didn't make a move to pull away. "Don't romanticize me."

"Oh, no," she said. "No romance for the aloof and emotionally unavailable Logan Winter. I do understand that. But I'll bet you'd accept another kind of closeness." She pushed her hands up both of his thighs, slowly, feeling the the hard muscle, the warmth.

He sucked in a deep breath.

He was already erect, enticing her visually. Her own breath came more quickly. "You're very sexy, Logan," she murmured.

"Ahhh, Mandy." He spread his legs further apart. "I don't understand you. But don't stop now."

Chapter 21

Logan pushed his hands up under Amanda's long-sleeved t-shirt, and clutched her when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. "Jesus, woman," he breathed. His thumbs feathered over her nipples, expertly. She had to bite back a cry. He might not do emotions, but he sure as heck did sex well.

She reached for his belt, pushed the end of it backwards through the loop, and yanked open the catch. With a whispering sound, the leather escaped the buckle. Logan's thighs tightened. His lips parted and his breath hissed through them.

The wool of his trousers was soft beneath her fingers, the button hard, an impediment. She fumbled.

Logan brushed aside her hands. "I'd better do that."

He moved quickly, unbuttoning, unzipping, pulling himself forth.

She stared. "Logan—"

His hands flexed on his thighs, as if he wanted to grab her and force her down.

"You don't have to do this, Mandy," he said, his voice deep and raw, his eyes still haunted.

She sighed. He could never be hers. She knew it. But he was irresistible. She bent her head and took him in.

He groaned immediately, and stretched out his legs around her. His hands clasped the back of her head, holding her hair back and she knew he wanted to watch.

Her body was flooded with arousal as he filled her mouth, hot and hard and stretching her until everything within her tensed up in anticipation. She clutched his base with one hand and delved for his balls with the other.

He continued groaning, pulsing strongly within her. She tasted his essence.

Within seconds, his balls were pulled up, close to her mouth. His hands were tight on her head, in her hair. He wasn't forcing her, but she felt the sting, and it excited her.

She looked up to make eye contact, and then sucked all the way up his length, letting him watch her mouth on him. He cursed under his breath as his knees tightened around her shoulders, holding her in an unbreakable grip.

"Christ, Mandy," he muttered. "You're killing me."

She pressed down and down. He was more than she could handle, but she'd die of bliss trying. She would never admit to anyone how much it aroused her to hear and see the signs of his pleasure— the sounds he made, the way he flexed his hands in her hair, the tensing of his thighs.

She refused to think about her motivation. Why was she so determined to alleviate his pain? Why had she forsworn her own rule not to become sexually involved with him?

It didn't matter.

He was alone, and she would do what she could to ease his loneliness.

She sucked and savored, slow sometimes, faster at others. Until he urged her, "Just fast now, Mandy. Fast." His harsh breaths turned to panting.

Would he finish in her mouth? She tensed, waiting for the deluge. Suddenly, he yanked himself out and stood up, his cock bobbing. She experienced a moment of complete disorientation. "Logan?"

"I want you," he said harshly. "Come." He pulled up his pants, grabbed her hand and headed down the hallway. When they reached his bedroom, he kicked off his shoes and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Get undressed," he said.

Amanda hesitated, put off by his abruptness. She felt cheap, undressing like this casually, as if she were the paid escort she had sworn not to be. There was no romance in this practical disrobing. It was merely business that had to be performed before the business they intended to get down to. Of course, what they had between them wasn’t romance, so how could she expect him to behave in a romantic manner?

She had initiated sex, nothing more. He hadn’t agreed to pretend he cared for her, never mind loved her. She was being foolish, and if she tried to express any of this angst, he would have every right to be annoyed. It was only natural for two people planning to have sex to take off their clothes.

Her heart pounded unnaturally