Need driving him, Logan settled his fingers over her clit, thrilled to feel the bud so hard and swollen. For him. He settled in to touch her, do whatever necessary, until she surrendered her will to him.
DROWNING in sensation, tingles razing her, Tara could hardly breathe.
She tried to suck in a breath, but it wasn’t enough. Dizziness swam through her head, along with his masculine scent, like spice and earth. Logan oozed testosterone, drugging her senses. High on him, she soared, breath sawing, blood churning, flesh on fire.
God, this needed to stop, and yet . . . his very touch made her feel not only powerfully female, but desired in a way she hadn’t experienced since the last time he’d held her.
As his fingers glided through her slick folds again, Tara held her breath, waiting. Euphoria and need balled between her thighs. When he brushed over her clit, she rushed closer to the edge.
Normally, she was professional and able to hide her emotions. Logan completely stripped that from her. Why him? Why did he always get to her in a way no man ever had?
Too far gone to puzzle it out, she lifted to him. “Logan, please.”
He growled against her throbbing nipple. “I’m going to ramp you up without mercy, Cherry, then take you over the edge, again and again. When you’re boneless and wrung out, I’ll just keep petting this pu**y with my fingers, my tongue, taking you up, up, up until you shatter. When you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll fill you with every inch of my cock, until I’m all you can see and feel. We’ll take a hard, wild ride—the first time.”
He inhaled against the damp skin of her neck as if he could breathe her in, all the while rubbing her clit in slow, tender circles that only made her entire body clench with arousal. She flattened her feet on the bed, legs spread, and shifted, lifted, silently urging him on.
“After that, I’ll slide inside you again and pull every gasping, keening little breath out of you while this sweet cunt clamps down on me. Over and over. Even then, I won’t stop.”
Every word made Tara gasp harder for her next breath. How badly she wanted to forget their painful past, her fiancé, the dangerous mission to come, and sink into the pleasure she knew Logan could deliver, this connection that she’d only ever felt with him. Desire roared like a runaway train, making a blur of her resistance and good intentions. Being with him like this was wrong in so many ways, but it felt so damn right.
When Logan’s mouth crashed over hers, he opened her wide for his kiss. He didn’t just enter; he conquered and ravaged. He possessed.
Tara met him, hungry, greedy, opening herself deep to him, then demanding more. His clever fingers grazed her clit, toying, brushing, sensitizing. Arousal wound fist-tight in her belly.
“You feel so good.” He scraped the dark shadow of his whiskers covering his jaw over her sensitive nipple.
A million new tingles cascaded over her. She gasped his name, clutching him tighter, lost in the feel of him.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re almost ready to come for me, Cherry. Wait for my command. I’m going to make it the best you’ve ever felt, baby.”
It would be. Oh God, she wanted it so bad. Every nerve in her body trembled in anticipation, quivered, as she held her breath, willing to give him anything—everything—if he’d satisfy this ache.
But if she let him, how betrayed would Brad feel? How much more would Logan tighten his twelve-year grip on her body? How much more of her soul would he steal? Tara had teased Logan in high school that if someone gave him a yard, he’d take the whole football field. Nothing had changed—except that he’d grown more ruthless.
After a mere hour in Logan’s presence, she was too entangled. As much as her body wanted Logan, what she needed was a new trainer so she could keep her head on straight, tackle her first undercover mission, and save her friend.
Closing her eyes, she drew in a shaky breath, then uttered the one word she hoped she wouldn’t regret. “Romeo.”
Chapter Four
LOGAN froze. “What did you say?”
Every muscle in Tara’s body protested the loss of his touch. If she didn’t get distance between them now, she wasn’t sure she’d find the strength to push him away again.
She glanced toward the two-way mirror from which Thorpe must be watching and shouted, “Romeo!”
Logan’s stricken face said that if she’d pulled his heart from his chest with her bare hands, he couldn’t have been more shocked. He jerked back, staggered to his feet.
An instant later, Thorpe barged in with a blanket and enveloped her in it protectively. “Come with me.”
Logan launched himself toward them. “Don’t take her! She’s topping us both from the bottom, trying to force you to replace me.”
Thorpe held up a hand to stop him. “It doesn’t matter. You know how this works. You’re done. I’ll get Agent Jacobs someone else. Stay the f**k away from her.”
Logan’s condo—Thursday evening
Logan paced his living room two hours later, gripping the back of his neck in one hand. He jammed the phone to his ear with the other.