Page 70 of Meet Me in the Valley
Logan pulls the keycard out of his back pocket and swipes it against the keypad. When the light turns green, it almost feels symbolic. Whatever happens behind that door tonight will be nothing but a heavy foot on the gas. Green means go. So we go.
As soon as we cross the threshold, I fully expect him to push me up against the door and take me—but he doesn’t. The door clicks behind me. He walks slowly toward the floor to ceiling windows in our suite, the view of the Vegas skyline beaming bright with lights and the promise of an unforgettable night in the City of Sin. I notice his hands working the buttons on his dress shirt, and then he’s shrugging the fabric off of his broad shoulders. The lights from the city illuminate the lines in his hard muscles—I nearly salivate at the sight.
I don’t realize I’ve followed him until I’m standing directly behind him, my taut nipples brushing against the silk of my dress and his heated skin. He slowly turns to face me with his glorious chest and chiseled abs on full display.
Fuck, I love the female gaze.
My hands automatically reach up and graze over his body, allowing me to revel and explore him in a way I never imagined I’d ever do. He’s beautiful. His hands snake around my nape ashe spreads his fingers through the base of my hair, tugging me closer to him until his lips mold into mine. He spins me around until my back hits the cold window. A thrill runs through me, knowing thousands of people below us can see us. He savors my lips, kissing me tenderly. I sigh, which unlocks a hungry growl from his throat as he tilts my head to gain more access to my mouth. I eagerly open for him and let his tongue dance with mine.
My hands come up around his neck as I run my fingers through his hair. I grab and tug, moaning into his mouth as he grinds his erection against my aching core. When Logan kisses, he takes. He takes my tongue, my breath, my taste, and devours me as if my kiss is the only thing tying him down to earth.
I’ve been kissed before—but never like this. Kissing Logan awakens something else in me entirely. It’s safety. Longing.Need.
Logan’s hands leave my hair, but his lips stay glued to mine. His thumbs brush over my painfully peaked nipples, then suddenly he pulls away—eyes wide.
“What?” I pant breathlessly, dizzy from our passionate kiss. His thumbs continue to rub my nipples into soft circles as I moan and lull my head back, a devious grin tugging on his lips.
“What do we have here?” He squeezes my peaks with his thumb and index finger, and it takes a second to register what has him so amused. I quirk my eyebrow and nip at my bottom lip. “What do you think?” I tease.
“Show me.”
“Look for yourself.”
A flash of heat burns in his gaze at my offer. Adrenaline courses through my veins as he reaches for the zipper on the side of my dress, slowly pulling it down. My breathing quickens as his fingers brush against my flush skin. He slips one flimsy strap over my shoulder, leaving a wet kiss there. Then the other. Hetakes his time unwrapping me like a precious gift, and I wonder if he takes his time with other women this way. I quickly snuff the thought out of my mind and bury the pang of jealousy deep down in the dirt.
We’re all in. Get out of your head.
My dress slowly drapes down my body as it falls to the floor, my heels still strapped to my feet. I step out of the pile and kick the dress away. My lacy black bra is on display for him, sans panties. The hunger in his eyes tells me he wants to eat me for dessert, and I’ll let him.
He inhales a shuddered breath, taking me in with only his heated gaze. My bra—if I can even call it that—is see-through. It was a matching set with the panties that are currently torn in Logan’s pocket.
I stand tall, confident in my body. This is Logan. There’s no need or space for me to shy myself away from him. So, I let him look. And man, does he look. One of his hands reaches behind me and quickly snaps the clasp on my bra, popping it off my body in record time.
Concerning, but impressive.
That little move should have me clawing at him with jealousy, but instead, it sends a heat straight between the apex of my thighs. Here I am, naked in front of my best friend. His eyes lock onto my breasts as a low chuckle escapes his lips.
“Well, damn,” he groans. “As if you couldn’t get any fucking sexier, T.”
His hands reach out and cup my breasts, playing with the silver bars on my nipples.
“You like?”
“Are you fucking kidding? You’re every man’s wet dream.” His voice is gravelly and thick with need, his pupils blown out.
“My wet dream.Mine. All fucking mine.”
“Have a taste,” I whisper, letting out a small whimper as he squeezes my nipples harder. He wastes no time with my invitation and hungrily latches his mouth straight onto my pierced nipples. His tongue flicks in a movement that only fuels my craving for him to do that same thing in between my legs. In my mouth. All over my body.
He devours both of my breasts like he can’t get enough—biting and sucking, wicked tongue licking over the silver bars until the cold metal feels like fire against my skin. Every tug, every graze sends sparks straight to my core, my nipples so sensitive they throb with every rough stroke of his mouth. I feel my wetness sticky against my thighs as I rub them together, seeking some sort of friction.
“T, you have amazing tits. And your nipples are so responsive, especially with these piercings. Fuck. Me. You’re so goddamn sexy I can barely stand it.” His teeth graze the metal bars before his whole mouth takes my breast, sucking hard, then popping off.
“But this?” he growls as his hands caress down my sides, to my hips, then to each globe of my ass. I yelp when he spins me around, pushing my tits up against the glass of the window as he slowly moves down my body. I feel his hot breath against the skin of my ass, peppering light kisses on each cheek.
“This right here? This. Fucking. Ass.”
Slap.
