Deadly Sins (18 page)

His lips lifted from her nipple, his hands releasing her ass to grip the band of her jeans as he moved back.

She couldn’t wait. She wasn’t going to wait. She’d waited too long for this, needed the taste of him too desperately.

She’d hungered for it.

Ached for it.

Pushing back at his chest, Skye locked her gaze with his as she backed him against the opposite wall now.

Logan’s smile was tight, his gaze warning, as she ran her hands down his chest. “Oh, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Bet me,” she breathed out, finally feeling that edge of complete emotionlessness that had gripped her before he touched her washing away entirely.

There was no way to remain unemotional in his arms. There was no way to close her heart and soul to the pleasure or the needs he sent crashing through her.

Kissing her way down his chest, licking, tasting his skin as she went slowly to her knees, Skye stared up at him, seeing the burn in his gaze that flooded her body.

As she gripped the hard, throbbing flesh, her lips moving down his chest, over his abdomen, then to the hard, clenched power of his thighs, her lashes drifted, her eyes closing.

Needs that had built for far too long attacked her.

Needs she hadn’t imagined she would ever know coursed through her. She wanted him as she had never wanted anyone or anything.

She wanted to make this last as he had made her pleasure last in the kitchen that night. She wanted him to feel the same desperation, the same loss of control, as she had felt.

She wanted him to feel, needed him to feel, the same blazing emotions that she couldn’t control within herself. The same realization that this hunger was stronger, brighter, than any he had ever known before or would know with any other woman.

Her tongue circled the broad head, flattened and licked around the engorged, heavy crest. The heavy throb of blood in the thick veins beneath the flesh assured her of his pleasure, The taut, corded strength only barely controlled as he remained still in front of her thrilled her.

Taking the tip of the thick crest into her lips, she teased it with her tongue, licking and tasting before teasing the narrow slit centered there.

“Oh, hell no, baby,” a dark, rasping growl left his throat as she began teasing him. “We’re not risking you like that. We’re not risking your pleasure by tempting my control to go fucking haywire.”

Burying his fingers in her hair and gripping the long, loose curls as he gripped the base of his cock, Logan held her head still.

His fingers tightened on the base, a grimace pulling at his face as his balls flexed in imminent release. Holding tight to forestall his climax, Logan rubbed the crest of his cock against her lush, kiss-swollen lips.

Silk whispered over the straining flesh. Warm, damp, her lips were the gates to paradise, and only God knew how bad Logan wanted to take them fully.

Watching her lips part for him wasn’t enough. Feeling the stroke of that soft satin, as fucking good as it felt, wasn’t all he wanted. He wanted that hot, sweet mouth surrounding the aching crest. He wanted to feel her licking, sucking, taking him as deep as she could take him as he fucked the hot confines.

“Open more,” he ordered roughly, knowing time was limited, his control shaky as hell. “Take my cock, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

Watching as she ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation, dampening them further, slickening them for him, had his body tightening impossibly further.

Her eyes gleamed with pleasure and with arousal. Her parting her lips as he ordered, softening them as he slid slowly, slowly inside, nearly broke him. As her tongue played at the tip, then beneath the engorged head, her stroking over that one violently sensitive area had his hands tightening in her hair.

He was only seconds from filling her mouth. Only seconds before completely losing control and perhaps doing something they would both regret. At the very least, something that could affect the rest of their lives.

His abdomen clenched furiously at the implication of the pleasure to come, her intent clear in the long, slow lick of her tongue as he eased inside her mouth, then pulled back fully.

Her eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting his as he palmed his cock and considered— God no, he couldn’t pull back. He didn’t want to pull back. He wanted her, wanted this like he’d never wanted it before.

Tucking the crest against her lips, Logan held her head firmly, pressing, easing inside again, watching as the engorged, agonized flesh stretched her lips. Reddened and as soft as silk, those lips were a satiny stroke of incredible bliss as they stroked over the tight, hungry flesh of his dick. Pushing the engorged crest deeper, he watched her face, felt her tongue as it rippled against the thick head thrusting over it. Logan fought, clenched his teeth tight, to keep rein on the hungers threatening to slip free.

All he could hope to do was keep control of her, as well as his own, desperation. The need clawing at him. And the emotions he was determined not to acknowledge.

She had intended to tease. She was going to tempt the dominant power she’d felt racing through him each time he touched her. She had every intention of making him beg as he’d made her beg. Oh God, she needed it.

She needed him so much.

Watching his eyes, she watched the shift of color, the darkening of the emerald color, gem bright and filled with a hint of pain. So deep and dark it was like staring into the farthest depths of the ocean and marveling at the secrets contained there.

Parting her lips further, Skye let the broad, hot crest slip farther into her mouth as she sucked it inside.

Male heat attacked her senses. The hard, steady throb of blood within the thick veins assured her of his pleasure and had a cry slipping past her lips.

She was going to enjoy every minute of this. Every second. Every taste and every hard groan that escaped his lips. She was going to take her time and love every memory she gained from it.

Just in case.

She’d waited so long for him. So many years. Far longer than he could know.

Swirling her tongue around the engorged head, she then probed beneath the crest, stroking beneath it and tasting a small spurt of pre-come that seared her senses.

He tasted of a mountain storm as it rolled across the mountains. Wild and untamed.

Sucking him deeper, working her tongue over the heated flesh filling her mouth, she found that roughened, extra-sensitive spot just beneath the crest and heard his growl of pleasure.

Both hands were clenched in her hair now, holding her still as he began to move, to thrust slowly and shallowly past her swollen lips.

Logan stared at the woman he couldn’t seem to get enough of. Knew he would never get enough of.

Reddened, swollen lips were parted and stretched around his flesh as she sucked him deeper. Her eyes were glittering, her cheeks flushed, her nails kneading his thighs, rasping his flesh, and creating a pleasure he’d never known before.

“God, Skye, baby.” Groaning her name, he fought against the pleasure that threatened to have him losing the tight hold he had over his release. The pleasure was like a white-hot surge of ecstasy building in his cock and tightening his balls.

Skye had never been so close to orgasm with no more to stimulate her than her lover’s pleasure. Each building sensation whipping through her body had a moan tearing from her body. Each time he tightened, her womb clenched and a surge of moisture raced from her pussy.

Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, Skye once again probed beneath the under-crest, stroked it, and tasted a small spurt of pre-come.

Logan’s hands clenched tight in her hair now, holding her head still as he began to move. Thrusting slow and shallow, he pushed past her swollen, sensitive lips as she gripped his thighs.

The sound of her name was a rough groan falling from his lips as reality seemed to turn to shadow and only this erotic, sensual act existed.

Pleasure was like a white-hot blaze of sensation surging through her as she whimpered around his cock. The pleasure was building through her. Each time his body tightened, her womb clenched and a surge of moisture raced from her pussy.

Her nipples throbbed. They were swollen and aching, needing his touch even as she needed to touch him.

Wrapping the fingers of one hand just above his, Skye tightened her mouth around the head of his cock as it shuttled between her lips. The heated taste and sensual emotions wrapping around her making every cell in her body ache for the touch of him.

For the taste of him.

She wanted to feel his release, wanted to taste it.

“Sweet, hot, fucking mouth. Ah God, baby. Suck my dick with that hot mouth.” His hands tightened further in her hair.

Skye clenched her thighs together, desperate for the pressure against her clit, never needing to orgasm as badly as she needed to now.

She was loving his cock. Loving the heat and hardness, the taste and the throb of power. Loving it until nothing mattered but the rapidly nearing release she could feel as her free hand stroked over his balls.

His cock flexed warningly, suddenly spilling a heavier spurt of pre-come. His balls clenched and Skye moaned, knowing he was close.

She could sense his release. It was one stroke, one heated draw of her mouth, away when he suddenly pulled back and his cock exited her mouth with a suddenness that left her grasping for what had happened.

“No. Logan, please.” Shocked, she stared up at him, wondering what the hell had happened.

“Hey, Logan. Did she kill you or what?”

Skye jerked back quickly, scrambling for her blouse at the sound of Crowe’s voice at the bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Logan called out, his voice tight and rough as Skye jerked her blouse on, then turned to watch as he quickly fixed his jeans.

There was no hope for his shirt. She smirked a bit at the thought.

“Minute’s up, bro,” Crowe called back, dark amusement and warning echoing through the room. “I hope you’re dressed, because I’m tired of waiting.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fastening his jeans, Logan had no choice but to leave his shirt unbuttoned. The buttons were scattered over the dark hardwood floor.

Not that his cousin would have given Logan time to button his shirt.

Crowe had never really been the patient sort unless a situation demanded it. Logan assumed Crowe didn’t believe that was the case in this situation.

As the other man stepped into the entrance and came to a hard stop, Logan’s gaze was drawn by a flicker of movement on one of the monitors at his side.

Rumbles had found the corner of the heavy, fringed bedspread at the corner of Skye’s bed and was playing with one of the hanging cashmere strings.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Logan watched, silently noting the crisp, high-quality HD and near-perfect resolution. There was no graininess, fuzziness, or blurred areas. The quality bespoke excellent equipment as well as some serious know-how in the electronics department.

As Crowe stepped up behind him, Logan realized he never did ask where the cameras were actually located, nor could he figure it out himself. They were never still enough to pinpoint. Each flash of movement had the designated camera for that area moving. He noticed a complete 360-degree turn of one camera, making it impossible to locate.

Three he knew had to be on the roof, but where on the roof?

He frowned, moved in closer, and focused on one particular camera. The image that played back from the mountain behind the house had a perfect angle into one of the areas Rafer had pinpointed as a possible place where the house was being watched.

“How well does it zoom?” Logan asked Skye.

“Well enough, to a point.” She shrugged. “About halfway up the mountain the picture starts to degrade.”

He nodded slowly. That sounded normal, even for the best of cameras outside military or federal use.

“This is what you need to see,” she said, picking up the remote that had fallen to the floor.

Pointing the device to the remote DVR, she once again programmed a series of commands.

“I found this last night.” The time stamp showed the night he had pulled Skye from the patio into the living room.

There were two different views of the yard, each with night vision and optional thermal imaging.

“Watch cameras three and four.” The picture began to zoom in on the images.

Camera three showed Skye slipping across the yard at the far end of the house, toward the front. Camera four showed a shadow moving along the edge of the house, closest to the patio.

“Camera five,” she said quietly.

The camera switched to thermal imaging, showing only a glimpse at certain points of the reddened outline of a male moving toward the patio. The figure stayed close to the house, ensuring that even with the excellent view the cameras could pick up that he was still un-identifiable.

As Skye neared the house, audio suddenly kicked in. The sound of the pup’s whimpers as Skye moved closer to the evergreens she hid in at the edge of the patio became more distressed.

“Your owner’s just an asshole, isn’t he, baby?” Crisp, clear, Skye’s voice would have been easy for the trespasser to hear. And there was no doubt that he had.

Pausing, the figure waited at the edge of the house, his identity hidden even as the camera focused on him.

“I would steal you away, sweetie, if you would go with me. All that crying at night is just breaking my heart.”

Frightened, the pup turned her head to the corner of the house even as she edged out of the shrubbery toward Skye.

Belly flat to the ground, her wrinkled face pitiful, the big brown eyes appeared larger in her fear.

“There you are, little baby,” Skye crooned. “Whoever was mean enough to give you to Logan should be kicked for not leaving you at my door instead.”

The pup suddenly growled ominously, despite her size. At the same time, the figure at the side of the house had begun to take another step forward.

The shadow paused at the sound of the growls.