Page 25 of A Dead Man's Pulse
“So,” he began, stuffing his hands into the back pockets of his jeans while staring intently at her. It seemed as if he was trying to resist touching her, and that just made her crave it even more. “Tomorrow night, we head into the club. Thankfully, I’m a lot less nervous about it. I-I just want to thank you for helping me understand the lifestyle better and not getting mad or laughing at all my questions. I appreciate it.”
The whole time he was talking, Dakota’s gaze had been on his lips—she was dying to know if they tasted as good as they looked. Were they firm or soft? Only one way to find out.
Throwing caution to the wind, she went up on her toes, grabbed the front of his T-shirt, and kissed him full on the mouth. She didn’t know which one of them was more surprised. She was rarely the aggressor when it came to physical contact with a man, being a sexual submissive and all, but she didn’t want to wait any longer to find out if what she was feeling was only one-sided.
After a moment’s hesitation, Logan grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him—his erection was impossible to miss. Pivoting, he sandwiched her between his body and the door, trapping her, not that she minded at all. One of his hands skimmed around to her ass and cupped it, while the other rose to the nape of her neck, his fingers delving into her hair and tilting her head to his liking. His mouth devoured her, his tongue slipping between her lips the second she parted them. A moan sounded, and Dakota had no idea if it had come from him or herself.
Her arms went around Logan’s neck, and he bent his knees, lifted her, and urged her to wrap her legs around his hips. His rigid cock rubbed her clit through their clothes. Reaching down, she found the doorknob and turned it. If he hadn’t had such a tight grip on her, they would have fallen when the door swung open, but somehow, he’d been ready for it. He stepped inside before kicking the door shut again. His mouth left hers for her neck as he pressed her against the foyer wall. “What time will your roommate be home?”
“She won’t,” Dakota answered, tilting her head to the side to give him better access to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Told me earlier she’s crashing at her boyfriend’s house tonight. He’s a pilot and just got back from two weeks of flying around Europe.”
“Bedroom or do I have to slow down and go home to a cold shower?”
Her heart rate and breathing skyrocketed as his fingers plucked her nipple through her thin shirt and bra. Her mind raged a war with her body. It was crazy, getting involved with a partner, but this case wasn’t going to last forever. When it was over, Dakota would, hopefully, be staying with the TPD Special Ops Division, and Logan would be running off, saving the world with his teammates at Trident. This was a fling for both of them, and damn if she wasn’t going to enjoy it in the here and now. “Fuck that! Bedroom . . . now . . . Sir.”
He chuckled against her skin causing a shiver to run down her spine, and she knew that was the last demand she’d be giving him tonight. “Point the way.”
In less than a minute, he was easing her down onto the bed, his head dipping further to put her breast in his mouth, clothes and all. Grasping the hem of her T-shirt, he dragged it up her body and over her head, but that was as far as it went, trapping her arms above her. “Grab the slats in the headboard, baby. I think I’m going to like giving orders in the bedroom.”
And she was going to enjoy following those orders. When she did as directed, her “Yes, Sir” came out on a moan as he bit down gently on her nipple. She wanted to beg him to remove the last scrap of fabric separating his mouth from her puckered peak, but the anticipation was making her hotter. All she needed to do was feel—leave the rest of the world on the other side of her front door, and just feel.
Instead of reaching behind her and undoing the clasp of the bra, Logan sent it on the same route as her shirt, leaving it wrapped around her upper arms. “Beautiful, baby. Damn, you’re so beautiful. Not that I expected anything different.”
She hadn’t realized her eyes had closed until he’d said those words. Lifting her lids, she saw him staring at her chest, almost in reverent awe. His gaze roamed upward to meet her own. “Last chance to kick my ass to the curb, Koko. Otherwise, I’m not going to stop until you’ve screamed my name so loud that your neighbors call 9-1-1.”
Gone was the guy who’d been thanking her for not laughing at his questions, and in his place was one smokin’ hot, panty-melting, confident alpha male.
“That would have to be really fucking loud, since the condo next to us is empty.”
“Hmm. That sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one.” His thumbs flicked her nipples, and she felt it in her core. Shifting down on the bed, he removed her sneakers and socks before undoing the snap and zipper of her jeans. Pulling on the waistband, he slowly dragged them and her thong down her legs, his eyes on each inch of her skin as it was revealed. Her pussy flushed under his heated appraisal, readying itself for him. It was clear he was in no hurry, and Dakota knew it would be hours before they were both sated enough to sleep.
Standing, Logan pulled his own shirt off and tossed it to the floor with her clothes. When his hands dropped to the waist of his black cargo pants, Dakota licked her lips in anticipation—it had felt huge pressed against her, long and thick, and she was dying to see if her estimations were correct.
He paused, and it took a moment for her to glance up at his face to find he was smirking at her, knowingly. “Impatient, baby? Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?”
“But what a way to go.”
He barked out a laugh, and then quickly shed the last of his clothes. And, yup, he definitely met her expectations. Damn, his cock was a thing of beauty, already fully erect and reaching toward his navel. Her tongue could almost taste the bit of pre-cum on the purplish tip of it.
Climbing up onto the bed, Logan settled between her legs, pushing up on the back of her thighs to spread her even wider, and she was grateful she’d had a waxing appointment the other day.
Tilting her head up, she stared as he ran his hands up to the top of her thighs and let a thumb brush against her pussy lips and clit. Again, he wasn’t in any hurry, content to just stroke her for a few moments. She had to squelch the urge to close her legs and trap his hands between them. His other thumb dipped into her core a scant half inch, and she moaned. “More . . . oh please, more.”
“Was that a demand? Or a request? I’m not supposed to reward demands, and I sure as hell didn’t hear a ‘Sir’ in there.”
He was getting into the Dom thing, and although his tone had been teasing, she also knew he was starting to understand exactly what she needed. She grinned. “It was a request, Sir.”
“Well, then, let’s see what I can do to honor that pretty request.”
His middle finger parted her folds, and this time, he pushed it further inside before pulling out again. He slowly fucked her with it, gaining a little more ground with each pass, but not as much as she was ready to beg him for. Dakota wanted him to impale her with it. Her eyelids shut as she concentrated on the sensations his fingers were creating. When his tongue replaced his thumb on her clit, she nearly hit the ceiling. “Oh, God!”
“Like that, baby?” He didn’t wait for her answer as he repeated the action. Flattening his tongue, he drove the little bud of nerves crazy, and Dakota couldn’t stop the moaning and keening coming from her lips. He added a second finger to the first one fucking her and thrust deep. It took everything in her not to move her hips. Damn, the man was talented when it came to sex. It wasn’t long before he had her climbing higher and higher. “No coming until I say so, baby. Let’s see how long it takes for me to make you beg.”
Not long at all, she thought. But she’d heard the challenge in his tone, and she was going to hold out as long as she could, because it would make the end result much more explosive.
Her hands gripped the wooden slats harder when his fingers found that sensitive tissue deep in her pussy, rubbing it, not hard enough to send her over, but enough that she had to bite her tongue to keep from pleading for release. He spread his two fingers inside her and added his tongue to the torture as the thumb of his other hand found her clit again. The triple assault was more than she could take, and damn it, she couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, Sir. Oh, please, let me come. Shit! I need . . .”
“I know what you need, baby. Get ready to fly.”
