The Billionaire's Kiss (Scandal, Inc) (13 page)

Logan stepped into his closet and looked down a row of shirts. There had to be something that Callie could wear until her clothes dried. He turned around to ask her what she'd prefer when he caught a glimpse of her through the half closed door. She had pulled her shirt off and he could see the slight lines of her ribs and the curve of her bra. Logan's pulse jumped as he continued to look at her. His mind went blank as he watched her movements. He looked up and noted the graceful lines of her body, and he knew he should look away, but he just couldn't. He felt like he was rooted in place. Finally, Callie met his gaze, and Logan tried to say something, anything to break the silence. "Maybe you can pick one?"

"Sure," Callie said, her eyes narrowing. "Maybe you could give me a little privacy first.”
 

"Ha, yeah, of course," Logan said, regaining his composure. He had seen so many women in so many states of undress over the years, but none of them had made him feel like that. For a moment, he asked himself how he was letting Callie get to him like that, but he already knew the answer. He was letting himself fall for her. Logan wondered if he should stop himself, if he should really let this happen. He knew if he waited another moment, he'd set a chain of events in motion that he just might not be able to undo. There'd be no way to go back to simply being flirty friends or acquaintances or whatever he and Callie were. The only question was whether she really wanted him or if she'd regret it as soon as it was over.

 
The whole thing played out in his head. She'd be too reserved to reach out and take what she wanted. Instead, he'd look down for a moment and look back up just soon enough to catch her looking back. He'd half smile and bite his lip. She'd do the same and start to blush a little, and then they'd continue on their way, making excuses to make contact, a light push here or there, a hand on the back at the end of a joke, and then, after a while, one of them would make a move. It didn't matter who. It just mattered that they would go for each other, that they would push everything else away and collapse into each other.

Then the heat would rise. He'd feel her skin still wet against his. He'd feel her desire, her need. He'd hear her hurried breaths as she locked her lips against his, as she became more and more aroused. He'd rip the buttons off of her shirt and kiss her chest, his own arousal taking over. The two of them would tumble onto the floor and start tearing their clothes off as they ached to feel the rush, and then he'd slide inside her. The lines between them would blur as they rocked their bodies against each other. As he imagined all of this, Logan became aware of his breathing deepening. His cheeks were flush with excitement, and he realized Callie hadn't looked away for a moment. Instead she walked straight across the room, planted her lips against his and kissed him.
 

This kiss was different. There was no hesitation, no subtlety. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and as Logan slid his tongue against Callie's lower lip, he pressed his body against hers. He could feel her heat, her arousal, and a wave of need crashed through him. He ran his hands up her bare thighs. Her skin was so smooth and soft. By the time he reached her hips, he could barely contain his excitement. He was hard with arousal. He pulled her tight against himself and leaned in harder to her kiss. He held her with one hand and ran the other over her shirt, reaching for the top button. "I need you," he whispered.

Callie didn't say anything in response, but she kissed his neck and held herself against him. With his hand over her chest, he felt the hint of her nipple, and he traced his finger back toward the collar, fumbling with the buttons one by one as he opened the shirt, exposing more of her skin with each movement. He couldn't wait to tear that shirt off. He wanted to get beneath, wanted to expose every inch of her feminine form. By the time he reached her belt, he was delirious with excitement, and he pulled it hard, unbuckling it and tossing it onto the floor. He was so excited, so entranced by Callie that he had barely noticed her doing the same thing to him.
God, every inch of her was perfect.

By the time he had undone the final button, he was surprised to find that his shirt was open, too, and his belt undone. Callie was already running her hands over the ridges of his ribs as she kissed his chest. “Now,” she whispered between breaths. Then she raised her lips back to his, and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her.

The warmth of her body against his body thrilled him, and as he felt her breasts and her stomach and her hips pressed against him, he felt a new surge of arousal. Callie had noticed, too, and she ground herself against his erection as he ran his hands up and down her body. His heart raced, sweat broke out across his body. He could smell her sweet perfume, and he ached to feel himself inside her. He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Sliding one hand back between her legs, he felt her heat and her arousal. She moaned with delight, and he knew he couldn't wait another moment.

Logan grabbed Callie's hips and picked her up, placing her down on the bed. He jumped in next to her, and Callie swung her leg over him and settled down on his lap, grinding her hips against his. "Condom," she said. She pulled his boxers off and pressed herself against him again. He swung his arm over to the nightstand and ripped the drawer open, reaching into the back corner to grab the condom. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and pulled it out. Without another word, Callie grabbed it and slid it over his length. "Now," she said.
 

Logan didn't need to hear another word. He slid his hands over Callie's hips and pulled her down against himself. She moaned into his ear as he sank into her, kissing her, sliding his tongue against hers before she bit down on his lower lip. As he began to thrust, she tensed herself against him and let out a long, hot breath against his cheek. She moved slowly against him only for a moment, and with each motion of his body against hers, each caress, each rock of his hips, she sped the tempo, grinding against him with passionate abandon. They crashed into each other again and again, like waves in a storm, gaining strength and momentum with each passing moment.

Pure pleasure flooded through him as he locked his body against hers in a furious, rhythmic tangle. Each thrust and rock brought him closer and closer to climax, but it was something more than that, something more than sex. He felt connected, like they were two halves of a whole, that when he felt a desire, she moved in response, racing against him in a rising spiral of need and breath and excitement. This was something more than sex. He knew it. This connection was more intense than any he had ever felt. As the pace quickened, Logan tried to hold on longer, but he couldn't. He had to give in.
Jesus
. He moaned in delight, and he felt the whole world brighten around him. The pleasure pounding inside his head was so intense that he could barely hear Callie's cries of delight, but he felt her fingers dig in as she began to climax, and he closed his eyes and let his mind go blank with bliss.
 

Nine

Callie rested her head against Logan's chest and tried to catch her breath. The rain, which had been pelting against the window earlier, had slowed to a drizzle, and through the window, Callie saw the first hints of sun she had seen all day. It could keep raining for all she cared. She wouldn't mind an excuse to spend more time in close quarters with Logan. It might even give her an excuse to let another wave of desire overwhelm her. She hadn't expected to throw herself at him like she had earlier, but she was glad she had. It was the best sex she had ever had, the kind of thing she hadn't thought possible. She felt like every nerve ending in her body had been set ablaze with pleasure, and she wanted more. Her heart was still racing, endorphins pulsed through her body, leaving her pleasantly dazed.
Yeah, I could do that again
, she thought.

After a while, she crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes. Logan's shirt was long enough to look like a dress on her. By the time she had rolled up the sleeves and cinched a belt around the waist, it didn't look half bad. "So what do we do now?" Callie asked.
 

"I thought I'd give you the tour," Logan said.

"You mean that wasn't just some trick to get me undressed and into bed?"
 

"I wish I could claim that I did that on purpose, but it was a pleasant surprise. Come on, I'll show you the house, unless you'd like to spend a little more time in bed."
 

"I could be tempted," Callie said. "After all, according to your little rule, this will be the only night I spend with you, so we might as well make it count."
 

"In that case, I could give you a different kind of tour."
 

Callie laughed. "Maybe a regular tour of the house would be nice. I might need some time to recover."

"Your call," Logan said. He stepped out of bed, pulled his clothes back on and gestured toward the hallway. "Let's go. The interesting stuff is on the main level," he said. "This floor is mostly guest rooms at this point, but we haven't had a big party here in years, not since my mother passed. You wouldn't believe some of the people who have stayed in this house, some of the things that have gone on here over the years. When they reached a back staircase at the end of the hallway, Logan pointed to the bedroom on the right. "I had my first kiss in that room. I snuck in there with a girl one year on the Fourth of July. She was a freshman in high school and I had just started the seventh grade. She was way out of my league."

"So your thing for unobtainable women goes way back. Are there any other firsts I should know about?" Callie asked.
 

Logan's eyes lit up and he looked up and down the length of the hall. He grinned and shook his head. "A gentleman never tells."

"Who said you were a gentleman?"
 

"No one, which is why I can tell you I lost my virginity down the other end of the hall."
 

"You're shameless."
 

"It's easy when you have nothing to be ashamed of."
 

"You weren't
that
good," Callie said.
 

Logan's laugh echoed through the empty upstairs rooms. "You're quick on your feet, aren't you? Let's see if you can keep up." Logan headed down the stairs and pushed open the door to the mansion's massive library. The outer wall of the room was covered in ceiling to floor windows, with doors that opened out to the veranda, and the other three walls were completely covered in bookshelves that reached almost two stories into the air. Callie marveled at the sheer number of books and the intricate woodwork on the shelves themselves. Logan walked across the parquet floor to a set of switches and turned on the sconces that lined the walls, bathing the room in soft light. "It was originally built to double as a ballroom."

"I'm trying to imagine you ballroom dancing."

"It's not hard," Logan said. He stepped up to her, slid one hand over her back and winked. "Just follow my lead."
 

After fumbling her feet against his for a moment, Callie started to laugh. "You actually know how to dance?"
 

"Dance lessons, music lessons, sailing, horseback riding: if it was taught, my mother signed me up for lessons. She was old money. My father let me run free, sports, snowmobiles, skiing, that kind of stuff. I didn't stick with dancing for very long, but once you've learned it, it's hard to forget. Plus it's won me points on occasion. Of course, dancing is easier if you have music," Logan said. "La da dee, la da daa, la da dee,” he hummed as he showed her the basic steps of a waltz. “Dance with me Callie."

As they danced across the room, Callie occasionally stepped on Logan's foot, but soon she got the hang of it. Logan kept his hand firmly on her back and his eyes locked on hers. "See, you're a natural."
 

"You're just saying that because you can't resist me."
 

"Well, if the temptation becomes too great, I'll just ask you to dance."
 

"I'm beginning to see how you get so many women," Callie said as Logan spun her around one last time. "You disorient them."

"Want to know my real trick? Beer and an acoustic guitar. I don't know about the guitar, but I'd bet my life that there's beer in the fridge. The kitchen comes at the end of the tour. First I need to show you my favorite part of the house."
 

"I take back what I said earlier. You make an excellent tour guide. Who knew you had a soft side?"
 

Logan winked at her. "Just don't tell anyone, ok? I don't want to ruin my sterling reputation." He slid his arm over her shoulder and led Callie out into the main hall. "Would you like to see a secret room?"

***

Logan grabbed Callie's hand and led her down the hall. He hadn't set foot in the secret room for years, but he wanted to show it to her. He wanted to share it with her. It might have been dumb, but it felt like a way to share more about himself with her without getting overly sentimental. "Come check out the study with me. It's over here." Logan led Callie down the hall and then turned the corner to another hallway. He motioned to a wood paneled wall and slid his hand across the dark mahogany, looking for the seam. He knew exactly where the handle was, but he wanted to put on a show for Callie. What good was a secret room without a little suspense? He couldn't just walk over and open it. No, he had to take his time. As soon as his fingers reached the seam in the wood, he slid them down the opening toward the latch. Then he stepped back. "Why don't you do the honors?"