Chapter 28
And then he was kissing her. His lips were hot and hungry, taking hers without apology. She gasped at the first touch, but he was already moving, his tongue gliding over the seam of her lips. Her eyes fell shut as she opened to him, her mouth accepting his with a desperation she couldn’t explain.
He tasted like sin and temptation, a dark promise she wanted to surrender to. When he nipped at her bottom lip, she whimpered, and he took it as invitation to deepen the kiss, his hand sliding down her back to cup her ass.
Sienna moaned into his mouth, her fingers curling around his biceps. She could barely register what was happening, barely think straight with his tongue dancing with hers. All she could do was feel the way his hand tightened around her, the way his fingers flexed against her hip. His other hand slid up her back to her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.
When he pulled back, his eyes were dark and wild, and it was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen. “Sienna,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “Sienna, fuck…”
She licked her lips, tasting the lingering wetness of his mouth. She should say no. She should tell him to stop, that this was insane and reckless and completely wrong.
But when he slid his hands up her thighs, under her skirt, all she could say was, “Yes.”
The word seemed to trigger something in him. He crushed his mouth to hers again, his lips devouring hers as his hands squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer to him. His erection pressed against her thigh, and she whimpered again, rubbing against him instinctively.
Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. He grabbed her hips and turned them both, pushing her back against the metal wall of the elevator. She gasped when he pinned her there, his weight crushing her, his grip almost bruising.
“Are we going to have a problem?” he asked, his mouth still brushing hers.
Sienna’s lungs felt tight. The air was thick between them, heavy with lust. Her body was screaming for more, begging for relief, and only he could give it to her.
“No problem,” she whispered.
He smiled at her again, that dark smirk that made her stomach twist with need. “Good girl,” he purred.
He grabbed the hem of her blouse and tore it open with one quick jerk. Buttons scattered on the floor, clattering in a small storm as they hit the metal elevator walls. Sienna gasped again, her skin prickling at the sudden exposure of air against her skin, but then he leaned down and kissed the line of her neck.
His tongue traced the curve of her shoulder before dropping lower, licking a wet trail down the valley of her breasts. He flicked a nipple through the lace of her bra, and Sienna arched under him with a sharp cry. “Logan!”
He laughed softly, a low sound that vibrated in his chest. “What do you need?” he murmured against her skin. “Tell me what you need.”
She opened her mouth to answer him, but words failed her. She could only gasp again when he yanked down the cup of her bra to expose her bare breast. His warm mouth closed over her nipple, sucking hard, and she bit back another cry, her nails digging into his shoulders.
His hands were under her skirt again, and this time he didn’t stop at her hips. He dragged them down to her thighs, his fingers stroking the skin before diving between her legs. The lace of her panties was already wet and clinging, and he growled against her breast when his thumb found the slick fabric.
Sienna bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan as he circled her clit. Her legs trembled as her knees went weak, and she would have collapsed if it wasn’t for him holding her against the wall. His mouth was back on hers, his tongue stroking deep as he fingered her clit.
Her hips jerked up at the first contact, and he kissed her harder, swallowing every sound she made. She gripped his shoulders tighter, her body straining for release. She’d never come like this before-fast and furious and completely desperate. And yet, with him, it felt inevitable.
When he slid a finger under the lace to press inside her, Sienna’s whole body shuddered with the force of her climax. “Fuck,” she whispered, her head falling back against the elevator wall.
Logan kissed his way down her neck again, licking at the skin where it met his hand. “God damn, Sienna,” he breathed. “So hot.”
He fingered her through it, his touch teasing her over sensitized clit until she was squirming against the wall to get away. “Logan,” she panted, “stop.”
He did immediately, pulling his hand from her panties. “Too much?” he asked softly, still kissing her throat.
“Too much,” she agreed breathlessly.
He rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in harsh pants. “I want you,” he whispered. “Can I have you?”
She opened her eyes to find his locked on hers, the dark blue burning with need. Her heart thudded loud in her ears, and all she could do was nod. “Yes,” she whispered.
Logan groaned softly, reaching down to adjust himself. “Then put your legs around my waist.”
Sienna obeyed without thinking, wrapping her legs around him. He hitched her higher, lifting her until she could wrap them tighter around his waist, and then he began to thrust.
She felt the long, hard length of him through his pants, rubbing against her clit with every slow grind. He was still holding her by the ass, his fingers bruising as he rocked into her. Sienna moaned again, her teeth dragging over his bottom lip.
“Logan, I need you inside me,” she gasped. “Please.”
He cursed softly, his head falling forward until his forehead rested on hers. “Hold tight,” he whispered, and then suddenly, he was kneeling.
Sienna barely had time to register the change before she was sitting on his lap, her thighs spread on either side of him. She was still wearing her panties, but they were pushed to the side now, and she could feel him hot and hard under the fabric of his pants.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said softly, running his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. “Sienna, you’re-”
“Logan,” she interrupted him. “Stop talking.”
He smirked again, and then he pulled her down onto him. Sienna gasped, biting back a cry as his thick length filled her. He gripped her hips and pulled her down harder, holding her there as he buried himself deep inside her.
She let out a strangled sound when he pulled back and thrust up. His fingers dug into her hips, bruising as he thrust again. Sienna cried out this time, her eyes falling shut at the force of his penetration. The elevator walls felt like they were closing in around them, trapping them in this small space where nothing mattered but the rhythm of their fucking.
“You’re tight,” he gritted between thrusts. “Fuck, Sienna…”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard, taking his groans into her mouth as he fucked her deep and fast. She felt reckless and wild, desperate for the release only he could give her.
When she came again, she screamed into his mouth, his thrusts stuttering as he lost his rhythm. “Logan!” she gasped.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his hips jerking hard as he spilled inside her.
They were both panting when he stilled, but he still didn’t pull away. His head dropped to rest against hers for a long moment before he kissed her softly, once, twice, three times on the lips.
“Fuck,” he repeated, this time on a soft sigh.
She laughed slightly, her chest still heaving. “You have a way with words.”
He huffed out a laugh, his hands still holding her hips. “Yeah, I know.”
Sienna’s laughter died when she felt him hardening again inside her. Her eyebrows shot up as she met his gaze.
“You’re kidding,” she said, but there was no humor in her voice.