Playing with Temptation (22 page)

“You’re going to blindfold me?” she asked.

“Yep.” Without even asking her permission, he slipped the mask over her eyes and adjusted the band around her head. “I want all your other senses at peak levels.”

She shivered as his voice caressed her ear, her sense of hearing already heightened as she listened to him return to the drawer, rummage through the contents, then return and set some items on the table next to the chair. The sound of his zipper, along with the rustling of fabric, made her picture in her mind him shimmying out of those jeans and kicking them aside, leaving him magnificently naked.

“Rest your hands on the headrest, and arch your back so your ass is pushed back for me,” he said as he swept the length of her hair over one shoulder, then smoothed his flattened palm down her curved spine to the flare of her hips and bottom.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured as he straddled the seat right behind her, the thick length of his shaft nestling hot and hard in the crack of her ass.

She felt him shift and reach over to the table, and a moment later, she heard the cap of a bottle open, and the scent of vanilla and coconut permeated the air. She recognized the fragrance as a massage oil that was also a lubricant, and after a few seconds, his slick hands touched down on her shoulders and began to knead the taut muscles there.

She couldn’t stop the sensual moan that bubbled out of her. She dropped her head forward and luxuriated in the large hands and skilled fingers working out the last of the day’s tension.

“You’re very good at this,” she murmured as his hands glided around to her breasts and gave them attention, too. Squeezing the mounds and plucking at her stiff nipples.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” he said, a smile in his voice.

Oh, yes, he was
, she thought, as his adept, slippery fingers trailed down her belly and dipped oh-so-slowly between the folds of her pussy with just enough pressure and friction to reignite a pulsing need between her legs before his touch fell away.

She let out a sound of disappointment, and he chuckled behind her.

“So impatient,” he chastised lightly.

She heard him uncap the oil again, but instead of putting it in his hands, she felt it drizzle along her back, making her shiver. His hands rubbed and massaged the oil into her skin, except for a trail of liquid gradually trickling its way down the center of her spine, then in between her spread legs. When he was done kneading her muscles, he brought his hands back up to her neck, then applied a firm pressure with his thumbs and followed that last slick trail of oil down each notch in her vertebrae and lower, until he was pressing firmly against her untried back entrance. She tensed, and he leaned against her back and nuzzled his mouth against the side of her neck.

“I want to fuck you here,” he rasped as he pushed his oiled thumb inches inside her. “Will you let me?”

He was
asking
, not demanding, and she swallowed hard as her mind contemplated the intimacy of giving herself over to Logan so completely. No other man had ever pushed her
this
far or even come close to tapping into those dark desires she craved. Then again, she’d never trusted a man to give her what she needed without him making her feel cheap or sleazy for wanting something so forbidden.

But there was something she knew about Logan with certainty. He respected her body, and he respected
her
, and that made all the difference in her decision to allow him to fulfill a fantasy she’d always secretly harbored.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He released a gust of breath against her shoulder, as if he’d been holding it as he waited for her answer. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he promised, and she believed him.

Trusted him
. With her body and a part of her heart that she knew would take a long time to recover once their affair was over. She pushed those thoughts out of her head, grateful for the velvet mask covering her eyes that concealed deeper emotions she knew would be reflected in her gaze. Without her sight, all she had to do was feel and enjoy what Logan was about to do to her.

“I found this dual vibrator and clit stimulator in your drawer, and I’m very intrigued. You have the best toys,” Logan teased as he leaned toward the table next to their chair—probably to grab the object that had fascinated him. “Lift up just a bit so I can put it in you.”

Knowing exactly what that particular toy was capable of, her heart raced wildly in her chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her to stand a few inches. She felt the blunt head of the silicone dildo glide through her folds before Logan pushed the phallic shaft all the way into her body. When he set her back down, it felt as though she was straddling a man’s cock—just as he no doubt intended. But it was the soft oral sex simulator nestling against her pussy that already had her pulse fluttering in anticipation, and he’d yet to turn the toy on.

He added more oil to her backside and used his fingers to prep her. She felt him stroke his cock, lubricating himself before he positioned the slick head right against that tight ring of muscle, then gradually pushed into her. She tensed, moaning at the bite of pain as he breached her, the slow burn as he slowly filled her. He pressed his palm against the small of her back, making her arch for him and allowing him deeper access until he was buried to the hilt.

He was much larger and thicker than the plug he’d used on her the night before, and she gasped at the shock of it, at the thrill of him claiming her
there
. Her fingers dug into the headrest of the chaise to keep her grounded when her body wanted to instinctively struggle against the sensation of being so dominated.

He aligned his chest against her back, surrounding her in his heat, his strength. “You feel so damn good. So tight and hot and mine.”

The possessive growl of his voice, his words, and the slow rocking motion of his body that produced shallow, teasing thrusts made her desperate for more. “Logan, I need …”

“I know what you need, sugar,” he murmured huskily. “Three times the pleasure.”

She sucked in a sharp, startled breath as he turned on the toy and
three times the pleasure
took on a whole new meaning. The shaft inside of her began vibrating against her G-spot, and the soft synthetic mouth positioned over her sex started constricting against her pussy. The suctioning, licking sensation had her trembling, panting, as did the way Logan was now sliding in and out of her ass, each stroke longer, harder, deeper than the one before.

The hand wrapped around her waist locked tighter against her hips so each grinding thrust consumed her with overwhelming pleasure. His own heavy breathing rushed hotly over the skin of her neck, and she managed to push back against him just as he pumped back into her. He swore fiercely and fisted his free hand into her hair, pulling her head back so his mouth grazed her cheek and he was riding her, taking her, and she let him, moving shamelessly against every long surge of his shaft shuttling inside her.

The dual penetration of him and the silicone cock, combined with the vibrating, fluttering caresses against her clit, was too much, and not enough. Her nerves were stretched taut, her need for release so damn close. “Oh, God, Logan…”

“Come for me, sugar,” he commanded, his voice like a direct line to her body, her soul. “I’ve got you.”

A sob escaped her at his promise, and for the first time in her life, she gave herself completely, utterly, to a man’s care…physically and emotionally. Closing her eyes, she focused on the shimmering haze of passion beckoning to her, and she moaned as ecstasy rushed in, converging between her legs, then exploding in a torrent of astonishing bliss that flooded her entire body. He held on to her as she screamed and shattered, and caught her in his arms after the free fall before allowing himself his own searing release.

*     *     *

Raina was quiet
and a bit distant the following morning as Logan drove her to Sugar and Spice, just as she’d been last night after one of the most intense sexual encounters of his life and, he was betting, hers as well. A woman didn’t let go physically the way that Raina had with him without some kind of trust between them. She’d given him something she’d never given another man, surrendering herself so beautifully to him, and he was well aware of just how intimate her gift had been.

There had been an undeniable emotional shift between them last night, and while he was ready to embrace his growing feelings for her, Raina was obviously putting up barriers to protect herself from potential hurt. He knew his sister’s overblown reaction yesterday hadn’t helped, either. He wanted to understand those fears, but she wasn’t ready to share, and he wasn’t going to push. He wasn’t going anywhere, and if giving her time to process their changing relationship was what she needed, he was willing to give her the space to do just that, without him pressuring her for promises.

He wanted more with Raina than just this temporary fling they’d established, because what he was starting to feel for her was about more than just sex. Fucking was easy. But what he craved with her was a relationship based on more than just heated lust and fulfilling physical needs.

There were so many qualities about her that he admired, traits that totally meshed with his personality and attracted him to her beyond her gorgeous looks. Her playful humor made him laugh in ways he never had with another woman. He loved her confidence and strength, while at the same time, he wanted to take care of her, even though she was fully capable of taking care of herself. She made him feel deeply protective and possessive, and the thought of not being with her and around her after this job was over felt like a stab to the heart.

Not gonna happen
.

He exhaled a breath to force himself to relax as he turned into the driveway leading to the back entrance of Raina’s shop, where the employees parked. She was scheduled to open the store at ten, with Aaron coming in at noon, and right now the lot was fairly empty. He pulled into his normal slot, and before he could turn off the ignition, Raina’s sharp gasp had him following her line of vision to the gray metal door of her shop, which was covered in bright red, spray-painted derogatory slurs.

Whore. Slut. Cunt. Tramp. Bitch.

She stiffened beside him, her fingers pressed to her lips to hold back the small noise of distress trying to escape, but there was no disguising the look of dismay in her eyes.

“He was here,” she said unnecessarily, her voice small and fractured.

Fuck
. Fury welled up in him, and he absolutely hated that she’d been subjected to someone’s cruel, heartless scheme. Hated more that he couldn’t do anything to stop it until they figured out who was responsible for these sadistic mind games.

He picked up his cell phone, and Raina’s gaze shot to his. “What are you doing?”

“I’m calling the police,” he said firmly. “They need to take a report of this incident, and we’re not going into your store until I’m absolutely certain there’s no threat inside.” He didn’t give a shit that her security system hadn’t been set off. He wasn’t taking any chances with her safety.

She nodded, then glanced out the passenger window so she wouldn’t have to look at the horrible words emblazoned on her door while he dialed 911. After requesting police assistance, he called Dean at the office and told him what had happened to keep him updated, as well.

Less than five minutes later, a police car that had been patrolling the nearby area arrived, and two uniformed cops got out of the vehicle. Only then did Logan get out of his car and allow Raina to do the same. The activity drew the attention of people from the neighboring businesses, and as they whispered about the crude names spray-painted on her back door, Raina wrapped her arms around herself as if she could block out what was happening.

In a monotone voice, she answered one of the officer’s questions as he filled out the vandalism report, while the other cop asked some of the people milling around if they’d witnessed any suspicious activity. Nobody had seen or heard anything, leading Logan to believe the perpetrator had done his dirty work in the middle of the night.

When the police officer asked if Raina had experienced any other incidents lately, she told them about the handcuffs and note she’d found on her door a few days ago. The man included that in the report, as well, but there was clearly nothing they could do without any evidence pointing toward any particular person.

Both cops conducted a thorough search of the store, and once it was deemed safe for them to enter, Logan led Raina inside. The report process had taken nearly an hour, and it was past time for the shop to open, so Raina put the register drawer in and opened the front doors, giving Logan no time to talk to her alone and really see how she was doing mentally and emotionally. But her detached actions and tense body language spoke volumes. She was going through the motions, greeting her customers with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and operating on autopilot when they asked for help in finding a particular item.

Just as the store emptied out and Logan had the chance to talk to Raina, her best friend, Paige, burst through the front doors, her green eyes filled with worry and her auburn hair flowing wildly around her shoulders as she strode purposefully into the boutique. She walked right up to where Raina was standing behind the counter and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Oh my God, Raina,” Paige said softly, compassionately, then stood back to look her over. “I just heard what happened and couldn’t get here quick enough. Are you okay?”

Logan stood off to the side, letting the two friends have their moment.

“Thanks for coming, but I’m fine,” Raina said with a forced smile. “Really. It was just…words.”

But those carefully chosen words had affected her much deeper and more emotionally than she was letting on. They were nasty, crude words that were meant to hurt and humiliate, to mess with a person’s head and make them feel worthless and ashamed, and there was no doubt in Logan’s mind that Raina was struggling with every single one of those feelings.