For Logan (Chicago Syndicate Book 5) (16 page)

Logan’s in the same spot as the first time we met here, standing at the edge. He takes a step toward me with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands.

Passing the fireplace and sofa, I stop in front of him and angle my head to the side in question.

He presents the items as the wind attractively brushes his dirty blond hair over his forehead. “A peace offering to make amends for not calling you.”

My heartstrings pull tight. “That’s sweet.”

“Sweet...Again, a word no one has ever used to describe me before.”

“Then maybe you’re only sweet to me?” I want to believe that’s the truth.

“Maybe.” He hands over the crystal flutes, and I hold them up as he pours the champagne. Then he takes his glass and brings it up to clink against mine. “To no interruptions.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I agree, tipping back my drink.

Wearing my black, loose-fitting blouse, I shiver from the current of air rustling over my shoulders, yet it’s so peaceful up here, I can’t be bothered by the cold. The picturesque, red-gold skyline is visible in the distance, and not a sound can be heard.

Logan steals my glass and sets it on the ground, along with his.

“You’re cold.” He snakes his arm around my waist, drawing me against him as if he can’t stand a hairsbreadth separating us.

As I stare into his smoldering eyes, his forehead rests on mine, and the heat of his skin burns into me. Tentatively, I rest my palms on his dress shirt and his muscles flex. I’m not sure where he’s going with this.

Has he forgiven me for not telling him about my virginity?

As if he reads my thoughts, he offers, “Stay here with me. I’ll make sure you remain a virgin, Rosa. Let me show you more pleasure.”

“Aren’t you still mad at me?”

“Somehow, I can’t stay mad at you, cricket. I want you too much,” he confesses, his breath fanning my lips.

With this admission, Logan conquers a piece of my heart. Scraping my nails up his neck, I make him groan in appreciation, and his palm sidles up my spine before his mouth latches hungrily on to mine. It’s raw, carnal as he sweeps one hand down my back, gripping my jean-covered ass. The taste of him is more inebriating than the champagne.

“I want you too,” I murmur.

He takes the words from my lips, capturing my mouth again in an all-consuming kiss. Gripping my long hair at the roots, Logan pecks me behind the earlobe in a way I’ve come to recognize. I’ve always longed to know what it would be like to be with a man like Logan, so I give myself over to him without reserve. He brings out the promiscuous side of me.

My hand is moving over his warm skin before I can stop it, tracing the angles of his face and the strong column of his neck as he walks me toward the sofa lounge that surrounds the fireplace. He topples me backward and I bounce on the silky-soft, beige pillows before he covers my body with his.

Laughing, I fumble with his buttons. The light of the fireplace dances off Logan’s face, exposing the blond hairs on his unshaven jaw. Hurriedly, he yanks out his dress shirt and sneaks his hand up the inside of my thigh, causing me to sigh in contentment.

I unbutton Logan’s shirt, peeling it away from his shoulders and sliding my fingers down the solid ridges of his bare stomach, and he removes it as I unbuckle his belt, smiling mischievously, before he tugs it out of his waistband and tosses it onto the cushions. Planting his hands beside my head, he kicks off his shoes. Then I shove his slacks down his legs with my feet as he traces his tongue over my lips, parting them worshipfully.

Guiding me to lift up a little, Logan yanks my blouse over my head, flinging it aside and exposing my maroon lace bra. He pushes my breasts together, sucking the swell of one.

The spell he weaves around me is heightened by the flicker of fire that brightens the area. It’s romantic. Unforgettable. Although I’m not sure if that’s his intention.

“You’re gorgeous, Rosa. You make me wild to be inside you.”

For a second, I stiffen.

“Don’t worry. I won’t, yet. I’ll just have to be creative with you,” he promises.

Logan undoes my bra with a flick of his wrist and sits astride me, reaching to the side to get his brown belt. Pulling the belt tight between his hands, he grasps my wrists, placing them above my head. “I want you at my mercy.”

Effortlessly, he circles the belt around my wrists, tying one end around a sofa leg beneath me so that I can’t move my arms while I’m stretched out on the cushions with a bared chest. I yank it and it has some slack, but I’m distracted when he fondles his way down my breasts and stomach and unfastens my jeans, tugging them off with ease, along with my panties. Sitting between my legs, he cups me roughly, his blue eyes devouring my naked body.

“Oh, Logan.”

In reply, he rubs his fingers over my center, causing me to squirm. “Yes. I’m going to make you come soon.” He settles over me.

I admire his honed, sculpted frame while he runs his tongue along my neck and catches my earlobe between his teeth, releasing it slowly and causing goosebumps to form all over my shoulders.

Shifting downward, he tells me, “I could look at you all day, and I’ve dreamed about your pussy for the last five days, Rosa. You’re driving me crazy.” He bites my hip, and I reflexively curl up, but he pushes me flat onto my back again while he inches down my body.

When my legs part in invitation, he catches the underside of my knees, and his tongue traces a path up my center.

“Oh, shit.” I’m so sensitive in this position and yank the belt, gazing up at the clouds veiling and unveiling the moon.

Logan pleasures me with deep, velvety licks, swirling his tongue around. Rocking my hips, I mash myself against him while I’m totally exposed with my wrists tied and my legs spread, Logan’s head between them. He moves back and forth over my core, and it begs for more. I can hear him moan, swallowing the taste of me. It’s illicit and dirty.

Shoving me onto my side, he cocks my knee up to continue from behind. I arch against him, and he eases a finger inside.

“Relax, Rosa,” he whispers.

As soon as I do, a spark blazes through me. His fingers are rough as I grind my hips against his lashing tongue and grip the belt, almost lying on my stomach, completely under his command.

“Yes,” he urges, molding and smacking my behind surprisingly hard. “Show me what you want.”

I whimper, escalating toward the high point. I’ve been kissed lots of times, but this is pure fire. My lower belly goes wild with flutters and squeezes, and tremor after tremor of intense, focused pleasure mobs me. Logan shapes my ass with his hands as his breath stays on my core.

As I float back to earth with my wrists still tied, he gathers me close, brushing my hair back from my face and spooning me.

Tracing my toe down his leg, I murmur, “
Voglio toccare anche voi.
”

He lets out a growl, nipping my neck and pressing his rock-hard arousal against me. “It’s so fucking sexy when you speak Italian. What did you say?”

I smile lazily at him. “I want to touch you too.”

“I can’t seem to deny you,” he mutters, reaching above him and undoing the belt.

Lightning fast, he rolls me onto my back and positions himself at my head, his knees planted beside my shoulders as he looks down into my eyes and pumps his massive erection.

“Open,” he orders in a voice filled with yearning, rocking inside crudely while I brace my hands on his firm ass.

Logan cups my head and fucks my mouth brutally before he leans backward slightly and begins to rub me as I pant around his arousal.

“I like watching my cock inside your hot mouth, cricket,” he speaks with a low rumble.

I suck hard and he releases another groan, pushing in deep as he fingers me without restraint, the bold possession of his touch stirring my blood. His breathing cutting through the air, he possesses my mouth and pussy with the same rhythm, eliciting more burning pleasure from my body. Submitting me to him. I’m overwhelmed, arching shamelessly on the cushions.

Logan retreats, and I huff for air when he moves to kneel beside my hips, against the back of the couch as I’m lying along the edge of it and looking up at him sideways.

His shaft twitches, and I fold my fingers around the base of his hard-on.

“Rosa,” he says in an agonizingly satisfying tone. “I need to come on you.”

He grabs his arousal in his fist, covers my hand with his, and handles himself roughly, the sight making me gasp.

“You can stroke harder, cricket.”

I move a little lower, grinding on the sofa, and my tongue peeks out to lick his balls and he howls, “Fuck!”

He molds my breasts as I tease him, and we pump his shaft. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

While I’m still looking up at him, he strokes himself, watching my center like a starving man. Then with a low groan, he pushes twice into his tight fist and the first stream shoots over my breasts. He sprays my stomach, and I whimper when he rubs himself over my nipples.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He bends down, weaves his fingers into my hair, and presses a greedy kiss on my mouth before he nips a way down my throat and winds his arms around my thighs, forcing me wide open to thrust his tongue inside again.

My wound-up body is stirring with tingles, and a layer of sweat trickles down my temples as I grip the cushions and plummet into a soul-crushing climax. Uncontrollably, I shiver until I’m wrung out.

Logan gives me a final, gentle kiss on my center and drops down on his back next to me. When I curl into him, he becomes rigid, yet I soldier on, crooking my leg over his hip. His hand immediately squeezes my behind while our breathing settles. I’m deliciously worn out, and my eyelids droop as a sense of happiness cloaks me.

Unfortunately, that’s when Logan sits up, reaching for his clothes.

“Where are you going?” I ask and bolt upward as well.

His head whips to me. “We should go.”

“You asked me to stay with you. I thought you meant
stay the night
.” I extend my hand to him. “Please stay with me.” Although insecurity is blazing through me, I’m in too deep now.
Don’t make me regret this.

I’m falling head over heels in love. I’m not a girl who screws around, and I won’t be one of his conquests. There’s something between us he can’t deny either, and it isn’t only lust. Even though I know it could be a mistake to believe that I mean more to him than I actually do, it’s my mistake to make. I choose to get involved with him, and if he does break my heart, then so be it. At least, I won’t have to live with
what could’ve been
.

“Please stay,” I repeat, hesitancy lingering in my tone.

Logan doesn’t move a muscle, and I’m afraid he’s going to reject me.

Logan

––––––––

“P
lease stay,” Rosa requests sweetly with a lovely sheen on her smooth, olive skin that I’ve branded as mine.

Her earnest face makes it impossible for me to leave, and I’m powerless to turn away. It’s the first time in years I haven’t rushed out after I’ve made it to completion. Yet I realize that I don’t have the desire to escape. I bask in the heady scent of sex and us.

Nonetheless, I stand up and her face falls, so I cup her mouth, making her lips pucker, and give her a brief, swift kiss. “I’m just getting a blanket for us and some tissues.”

I gaze down her chest before I run inside the restaurant and grab a white napkin from the nearest table. On my way back, I take a grey blanket from one of the canopy loungers.

After I prop two cushions on top of each other on the sofa, Rosa lies back as I swipe the cloth over her breasts, cleaning her while she watches me. Then I drape the blanket over her, climbing underneath with her as a smile curves her pretty mouth. Rolling half on top of me, she throws her leg over my hip, rests her head on my beating heart, and I’m content, like she belongs in my arms. I comb my fingers through her silky black hair as my other hand roams up and down her thigh. In this moment, I recognize that this friendship is developing into something else at rapid speed.

What the fuck have I done?
This is Rosa, who wants love, which I’ve avoided for so long. Still, this woman with a body that drives me wild – that I can’t possess – is igniting emotions I thought were long forgotten. She awakens my human desire for companionship that I’ve repressed for years.

When Rosa touches my side in soothing circles, she pacifies my rampant thoughts, and I drift off into a peaceful sleep.

***

A
s dawn breaks and the sun is rising, I wake up in almost the same position I fell asleep in with a rock-hard erection. My arms are woven around Rosa’s back and she’s hugging me, and although it’s cooled down immensely, the heat of her body keeps me warm. I nuzzle the top of her head, and as she stirs, I groan when I feel her hard nipples.

“Good morning,” she mumbles in a voice thick with sleep.

“Morning.” Breathing in her rose scent, I rake my nails down her spine, causing her to sigh softly.

“Did you sleep well?” she asks, looking up and resting her chin on my chest. Her sleepy, caramel eyes glimmer brightly. As she moves, the blanket pulls down lower, and she adds, “Oh, it’s cold.”

“The floor heater and the fireplace automatically turned off during the night.”

She wiggles closer against me, burying her face in my throat, and her knee touches my morning wood, so her gaze shoots up again.

In turn, I simply smirk. “I slept very well. You?”

“I slept like a log in your arms,” she admits frankly.

I slide my hand down the contour of her hip. I prefer her bluntness; it lets me know exactly where I stand. When I clearly make out the heat of her pussy rubbing over my skin, my cock twitches. Grunting, I clutch her hip. While I’d love to explore her sensational figure more, we need to get going. I’m guessing the staff will return soon.

“We need to go, Rosa, before we get caught.”

“Oh, right.” She shifts upward, disappointed.

The sentiment is reflected inside me as I throw on my slacks and shirt and watch her graceful movements while she collects her clothes that are strewn about the rounded sofa. She’s elegantly naked and quiet – for once.