Intercepted Risk (Aegis Group Task Force #5) - Sidney Bristol Page 0,49

said.

Logan snorted a laugh. That was typical sassy Kelsey.

“Seriously, the only talking that needs to happen right now has zero substance.” She slid her right hand down his chest.

She meant...

His body flashed hot, then cold.

He captured her hand with his. “Kelsey...”

Logan knew he should slow things down, make her talk about this. And yet, a greater part of him just wanted to lose himself in the pleasure of kissing her.

They’d never done very good at talking, anyway.

“Logan, I have a very important question for you.” She sat up and straightened his collar. “Do you lick pussy? Because guys who don’t are kind of a deal breaker for me.”

That was the moment Logan knew he was done for.

10.

Friday. Senator Dixon’s Home. Annapolis, Maryland.

Kelsey’s brain screeched to a stop.

What the ever loving hell had she just said?

Do you lick pussy?

Who was she? What had possessed her to say something like that?

This wasn’t the first time panic had caused her to say some uncharacteristic things to Logan, but this took the cake.

Her cheeks were on fire and she desperately wanted the floor to cave in and save her from the stunned stare Logan had leveled at her.

“Just lick?” Logan’s voice was somehow deeper and richer than normal. “Or am I allowed to do more?”

Oh fuck.

Kelsey’s core temperature must have jumped twenty degrees. Her body felt as though it were on fire with need.

One side of his mouth hitched up, and he smiled at her, but the look was pure evil.

“Was that your way of trying to scare me off? Hm?” Logan bent his head until all she could see was him.

He hit that nail on the head, though. Yeah, she liked a guy who went down on her as much as the next girl, but it wasn’t mandatory.

“Or...” Logan’s hands splayed on the top of her thighs. “Is that what you want? Will that make you feel good?”

Kelsey was incapable of replying. Yes, and no swirled in her head.

Okay, so some crazy part of her brain was freaking out about this man. She could feel commitment oozing off him. Logan was a forever kind of guy. She’d never had much luck with forever. Right now was all she could offer someone, which meant eventually she’d be the one to hurt this wonderfully frustrating man.

Logan bent his head. His hair brushed her cheek, and she shivered.

Eventually didn’t have to be tonight. And right now, she wanted him.

He kissed her gently this time.

They hadn’t made any promises. So long as she didn’t do that, he couldn’t be upset when things fell apart and she left.

Logan’s mouth moved against hers. His kisses were commanding. She’d let him take control by giving him an order, of sorts. Just what had she done to herself?

His hands slid up, then down her thighs. Her pussy clenched, and she clutched him closer.

He lifted a hand and brushed his fingers across her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear.

That same hand trailed lower, down her shoulder and along the side of her breast. Her nipples were already so tight they ached for his touch. Now they throbbed.

She wanted relief now.

Kelsey nipped his lower lip. His body tensed and for a moment he was thrown off his rhythm. She slid her tongue into his mouth, only he recovered faster this time than before. His tongue met hers in a greedy kiss.

He fumbled at the button on her slacks. A thrill raced through her. At the same time, her nerves wound tighter, locking her in an agonizing state of wanting more and wanting to hide.

Her desire—and Logan—kept her where she was.

Logan wrapped an arm around her and lifted her off the vanity. Not far, just enough for him to yank her slacks down her hips. She shimmied and kicked the pants off, needing them gone now.

Kelsey glanced down at herself and nearly groaned.

Great, she was wearing the hideous beige invisible panty line briefs.

There wasn’t anything wrong with them, but they were so not sexy.

Logan stared down at her. She’d seen his eyes darken with anger and righteous rage. But they’d never been this dark. His features seemed sharper.

He lifted a hand and traced the hem of her panties with one finger.

She shivered.

Logan’s finger dipped past the fabric. He slid that finger down between her legs. She gasped and arched her back as he caressed her folds.

He bent his head until she had no choice but to look at him.

His finger coasted up and down lazily. She shifted her hips to press against him,