Page 57 of Anything but Mine

She was one huge, exposed nerve. But he didn’t give her that little bit to push her over. Instead he just kept her there, on the edge as he watched her.

Never one to be passive, she cupped her breasts, twisting the tips. A flutter of excitement made her thighs quiver. “Yes.”

Logan’s eyes dilated and his tongue went from lazy to a controlled burn. She curled into herself as the orgasm she’d been chasing leapt out and rolled her under. Logan climbed up her body and she heard the crinkle of plastic then he was there.

She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he surged into her. Slapping skin and a symphony of words flowed between them, nonsensical and demanding. He hooked her knee over his shoulder and then he was impossibly deeper.

Splitting her apart.

She grabbed onto his arms, his shoulders, his hips. Whatever she could hold onto as she took each deep stroke of his cock inside of her. He cupped her jaw, his thumb brushed across her cheek as he scraped his teeth down her mouth to her chin then back up to kiss her roughly.

When his thumb slid down to her throat and he gently held her down, she whimpered.

“Izzy,” he said gruffly. “Izzy, mine.”

She arched and broke. His voice catching up to the pleasure she’d been chasing. She folded around him as he pummeled her body. The slap of his balls against her ass as he hammered inside of her left her in pieces. His pieces. She pushed her face into his neck, breathing him in as he went from long, powerful thrusts to frenzied.

She kissed her way up the column of his throat to his stubbled chin and finally found his mouth. “That was supposed to be a quickie, not a destroy-Bella-so-she-can’t-work-the-rest-of-the-day kind of deal.”

“You mean destroy, Izzy.”

She couldn’t stop the smile.

“Izzy, mine,” he said gently. His eyes fierce.

“Yours,” she answered.

Sixteen

Logan leaned back and took care of the condom, reaching for a tissue from her bedside table. What he should have done was slide off the bed and say something funny. That was the plan.

Keep it light. Make her laugh.

But her flushed face and all that midnight hair spread across her pillow lured him back in. He drew her up, off the mattress until she was draped over his legs. Her topaz eyes burned with pleasure. The possessiveness taking root inside him seemed to echo there in her eyes.

“A weekend isn’t enough,” he said against her mouth. “Not nearly enough.”

She teased her nails down his beard and deepened the kiss. “No.” There was a world of confession there in her eyes, but she closed them before he could find the answers he was looking for.

No, she wasn’t going to give him more? Or no, she was agreeing with him. Not nearly enough time. His watch chimed and he growled.

Her eyes slitted open. “Time to be a grown-up?”

“I thought we just did some pretty grown-up activities.”

She laughed. “You bet we did. And after the show, we’ll do it again.”

“Tonight?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “All night.”

He grazed his teeth down her chin to her neck, then back up to her mouth. “Now that’s the best incentive I’ve had in a damn long time.”

“I aim to please.”

The sparkle in her eyes pushed out the heaviness in his chest from a few moments ago. He wasn’t sure when he’d gone from wanting to get inside of her, to wanting her tied to him. Maybe it had been that very first time. But now, surrounded by her scents and colors, he knew it was simply Izzy. One time or one hundred, she already owned him.

He tried to move, but denim and leather dug into his thighs. “Son of a bitch.” He shook his head. Again, he didn’t even get his damn pants all the way off before he’d gotten inside of her. He stepped off her bed and hiked up his jeans and stuffed his feet into his boots.

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