Sparks (Bad Boy Burnetts Book 2) (3 page)

Dropping back to the bed, Logan reveled in the sight of Blaire gyrating atop him. She sat up and found just the right angle. Her lips parted as she rocked back and forth. When she started to grind against his pelvis, he reached between them and flicked her clit with his thumb. It took only a few seconds of stimulation before she stiffened and came. Teeth clenched, he held back, content to watch her face, to listen to her mewling cries.

He had always known she was a passionate woman, but this was so much more than that. The way she clung to him, her lips against his ear, her fingers biting into his shoulders, conveyed the depth of her lust—and maybe something else. Maybe something far more intimate and true than simple lust. He had never felt so wanted in his entire life and desperately needed to show her the same.

Cradling her against his chest, Logan carefully turned them over, using those well-honed muscles to get her underneath him without losing any contact. She rose up to kiss him, claiming his mouth and whispering his name in between kisses. Her hands moved up and down his sides, setting his skin on fire and making his toes curl.

Caught between her welcoming thighs, he slid deeper inside of her and captured her mouth with sensual kisses. Blaire mewled softly, her hands caressing his sides. He cupped her face and brushed gentle kisses over her nose and lips. Languid and smooth, he thrust into her.

With each deep stroke, Blaire’s lips fell open and her eyes widened. Wanting to show her just how good he could make her feel, Logan sat back on his heels and lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Blaire gasped at the change. His newly angled cock stroked all the right places. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, her toes pressed against his nape.

“Faster!” Blaire groaned and clutched at his thighs. “Fuck! More, Logan! More!”

He hastened the snap of his hips, pounding his cock into her tight cunt. She practically wept as she pleaded for deliverance. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked her fingertips, coating them with his saliva. He placed the fingers against her curls. “Rub your pussy for me.”

Blaire breathlessly complied, seemingly desperate for release. He loved the look of wanton abandon coloring her face. The determined arch of her eyebrows, the little “O” her lips made. Holding onto her lifted thighs, Logan whipped his hips at breakneck speed. Blaire’s brass headboard knocked against the wall at an alarming rate. His muscles burned but he ignored them. He wanted Blaire to unravel beneath him. He wanted her to always remember the first time they were together.

Erratic spasms heralded Blaire’s orgasm. She called his name again and again until—finally—she shrieked and convulsed. He groaned at the rippling sensation of her cunt milking his cock. His balls tightened and drew up just seconds before he felt the euphoric rush of orgasm. Dropping her legs, Logan bent forward and kissed her, stifling her outbursts as his cum filled the latex reservoir. They jerked and panted, hands clutching, breaths mixing, heartbeats wildly stuttering.

Logan reluctantly withdrew and stumbled into the bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Blaire resting on her side, curiously regarding him. His belly tightened with apprehension. Did she regret their tryst? Would she toss him out now?

A sleepy smile graced her blissed-out face. She reached out for him. “Stay?”

Relief washed over him. He gave a small nod. “Yes.”

Chapter Five

Ticklish butterfly kisses dancing across her lower back woke Blaire from a deep sleep. Blinking with confusion, she spotted the top drawer of her bedside table slightly ajar. The grayish light of early morning illuminated the room. More feverish kisses dotted the curves of her derriere, spurring memories of the night prior. She smiled lazily. “Logan.”

“Blaire,” he replied, his lips against her ass. He slowly kissed his way up her spine and curved his body against hers. She melted against him, pressing her backside against his morning erection. His muscular arms encircled her waist. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as his teeth grazed the turn of her throat. His scent made her ache for closeness. She reached back and sifted her fingers through his short hair.

Logan’s callused fingers found their way into the thatch of hair covering her sex. She shifted her legs, inviting him inside. A soft groan penetrated the early morning silence as Logan teasingly circled her clit. Ever so slowly, his fingers drifted lower and penetrated her right to the core.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Growling, Logan buried his face in her hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Just fuck me first,” she said with laughter and need. She brought his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to toy with her nipple. Each pinch elicited sharp gasps and sent fiery jolts straight to her clit. She bucked against him, widening her legs, urging him to penetrate her.

But he didn’t.

“Roll onto your belly, baby.”

Blaire obeyed, sighing as Logan nipped at her neck. Resting her chin on folded arms, she relaxed into Logan’s touch. He straddled her thighs and massaged her shoulders and back with his big, strong hands. When Logan palmed her buttocks, his thumb brushed against the pucker hidden between them. Butterflies danced through Blaire’s belly. Was he really wanting to do…
that
?

She pushed back against his hands, silently encouraging him to continue. He seemed to understand and grasped her thighs, lifting her onto her knees, fully exposing her pussy and ass. Logan slipped a pair of fingers into her slick channel and started to thrust into her. Blaire moaned as his thick digits speared in and out of her aching heat. The fingers of his other hand flicked her clit. She clawed at the sheets as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm.

But it was the playful nip of her bottom that sent her reeling headlong into climax. Logan's teeth bit into her fleshy backside and she came hard, her entire body pulsing with pleasure.

She expected him to stop as her orgasm subsided but he didn't. Instead, Logan's fingers picked up their pace once again. With each thrust, they pinged her g-spot until she was shrieking and ready to come again. Toes curled, Blaire climaxed around his fingers. The wild sensation left her breathless and shaking and near passing out. She lost total control as Logan forced her to come and come and come.

When he finally removed his hand, she slumped forward and fought to breathe, to think, again. He smeared the slick arousal clinging to his fingers between her cheeks. As he gently worked his thumb inside her puckered channel, Blaire whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of his fingers probing her ass. It wasn’t often that she indulged in a little anal play but it was something she always craved. And now Logan was offering her that chance to play.

Blaire glanced over her shoulder, catching Logan’s heady gaze. “Do you want to take me…
there
?”

Logan’s face flushed. "Yes.”

“I don’t mind,” she said shyly. “I like it. If you go slowly,” she added hurriedly.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. “Do you have any lube?"

"Top drawer," she said and pointed to the bedside table.

He quickly leaned over her and reached inside the drawer to grab the necessary items. Clit pulsing, Blaire groaned with need. She had never been so hot and aroused. Logan made her crazy with desire. She wanted to tell him to hurry and make her feel good, but she didn’t want to rush him, not when he was about to be thrusting in a very delicate place.

Behind her, Logan quickly applied the condom. Blaire inhaled a sharp breath when she felt the dollop of cold lube. Again, Logan pushed his finger inside her, sliding it back and forth. A second finger soon followed, stretching her, priming her for his stiff dick. The fingers of his other hand rubbed her clit and kept her aroused.

When she felt the head of his cock prodding, she breathed deeply and consciously relaxed, welcoming him slowly into her tight sleeve. Biting her lip, she took his rigid shaft. Her fingers replaced his against her clit. The tiny shocks of pleasure from massaging the pink nub eased the sting of his cock stretching her small hole.

“You’re so fucking tight, Blaire.” Logan’s breathless voice thrilled her. Hands clasping her waist, he thrust leisurely, taking her gently.

Too gently for her liking.

Blaire shoved back against him, fully meeting his thrusts. She loved the full sensation of his cock buried deep in her ass. The burning, the slight stretching, the dull ache and fullness. She wanted more, wanted it rough and hard. “It feels good,” she assured him, rocking back to join his thrust.

“
You
feel good,” he groaned huskily.

Soon they fucked wildly, the bed shaking, their mutual groans and pants filling the room. Blaire flicked her clit with one hand and fisted the sheets with the other. She was so close. Pleasure coiled in her belly. Moaning, whimpering, she strummed her clit faster and faster. When her orgasm crashed down, she came so hard not a single noise left her throat. She stiffened, open mouth against the sheets, toes flexing.

Logan pounded her into the mattress. Still coming, she reached back and gripped his thigh. He bent over her, his lips on her shoulder and snapped his hips. Grunting, Logan came with a series of shallow thrusts. Still shuddering, he fell atop her.

For a long while, they lay motionless. Logan carefully pulled away from her. She watched him disappear into the bathroom and return. Although drunk on a post-orgasm rush, Blaire couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next. They had crossed
that
line together. Their friendship could never go back to the way it was. Were they lovers now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Was this the start of a real relationship or was this going to be a short but very passionate fling?

Grinning like a lovesick fool, Logan climbed into bed beside her and planted a noisy kiss on the side of her neck. He put pressure on her shoulder, urging her to roll onto her back. Leaning on his elbow, he gazed down at her. She squirmed under his intense scrutiny. “What?”

He shook his head. “You’re just so beautiful to me.”

A pleased and slightly embarrassed smile curved her lips. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, nose, and cheeks.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, burrowing close to his warmth.

Logan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “So what now?”

Her chest constricted. She considered dancing around the subject but decided this wasn’t the time for prevarication. It was time to be ballsy. “I want you here, like this, all the time.”

“Oh, thank god,” Logan said, obviously relieved. She looked at him in surprise. He kissed her again. “Blaire, I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you in that dump of a building. It’s killed me to see you with other guys but I just couldn’t—.”

“Risk it,” she finished for him. Grinning, he nodded. Blaire groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re quite a pair, Lo.”

“That we are,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “Jay and Cord were right. They told me I was being a damned idiot and that you were just as hot for me as I am for you.”

“You discussed us with your brothers?”

“They’re my best friends. Who else would I go to for relationship help?” He combed his fingers through her hair and asked, “Would you like to come up to the ranch?”

Happiness bubbled up inside her. “Yes.”

“Good.” He twirled a strand of hair around his finger. “Cord and Daphne are having an engagement party in a couple of weeks. I’d like you to come with me and meet the family.”

She didn’t miss the hopefulness in his voice or what that statement meant. Meeting his family? That was a big deal. A
huge
deal.

After a few moments, he piped up again. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” she said, glad that none of the easiness of their friendship had faded now that they were more than friends. “We missed that dinner you were going to cook for me.”

“Well, I also make a mean breakfast.”

“That so?”

“Uh-huh.” He tenderly kissed her cheek and temple.

“Sex and breakfast?” She snuggled closer. “I could get used to this….”

***

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