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  “Promise?” she teased.

  His eyes closed as he ran his hands over her hips. “My place is closer.”

  “Don’t make me wait too long.”

  When they walked out of the building’s lobby, her skirt was twisted sideways. Her hair was messy again from his hands, and her newly applied lip gloss was coating his own lips and face.

  His tie was completely loose so he pulled it off as he held open his car door for Amy, then shoved it into his jacket pocket. Wondering how fast he could get to his apartment, he tried not to focus on the way she crossed her legs on the short ride.

  When they finally pulled into his covered parking spot at the apartment complex, he wasted no time and pulled her into his lap. A hard task, since there was a large console between their seats. She quickly maneuvered her skirt over her hips, causing his blood to boil.

  His hands went to her smooth legs as her mouth fused to his. Her fingers ran through his hair, then traveled down his neck before settling on his shoulders and arms.

  He heard her moan when he reached up between her soft thighs and pulled the silk material aside to finally run his finger over the softest skin he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling.

  “Logan.” She leaned back and bit her bottom lip as her eyes closed. His finger dipped into her slickness and he watched her hips jolt a little.

  He could watch her all day like this. The way her light eyelashes rested on her pink cheeks. Her hair was completely messed up, and he loved her disheveled look. Her shirt was coming unbuttoned, thanks to his own hands, giving him a view of silk, lace, and soft, pale skin underneath.

  Reaching up with his free hand, he unbuttoned until he could tug her breast free from her bra and run his mouth over her erect nipple. Her hands tightened in his hair and he felt her breath hitch.

  “Yes, that’s it.” He moaned against her skin. He wanted to feel her lose control. Here. Now. His fingers explored her deeper and he felt her hips start to move with each slide of his own. She was rubbing her thighs against his erection still contained in his slacks. Which was only causing him pleasure. His eyes were glued to her face as he watched her skin heat. He bent forward to lick his way around her exposed breasts again.

  “That’s it, come undone for me.” He quickened his pace and watched her flush as she exploded around his fingers. He’d never experienced anything so wonderful in his life.

  She melted down onto his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as he felt her body relax. He knew he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot, but for phase two, he needed to get them up three flights of stairs.

  Sighing, he started to button up her shirt, but got only one done. Then he reached into the back seat where he’d thrown his blazer and wrapped it around her instead.

  She looked down at him. “I must look a mess.” She reached for her hair, but he took her wrists and stopped her.

  “No, don’t change a thing. I want you just the way you are, in my bed.” He quickly opened the door. She grabbed her heels, which he hadn’t known she’d discarded before climbing over the console.

  Then he watched her slip them on and felt himself twitch at the thought of her in his bed with nothing but the sexy shoes on.

  “What?” She frowned down at him.

  He shook his head, not trusting the words that would come out of his mouth if he spoke. Spanning her waist with his hands, he set her outside his door on the concrete and then grabbed his keys and followed her. Taking her hand, he rushed them up the stairs and felt a little winded when he finally reached his doorway.

  He heard her giggle and catch her own breath when he shoved his key into the lock.

  “Logan,” she started to say, but he pulled her inside quickly, removed the blazer, and then pushed her back up against his door. His mouth covered hers again. His hands went to her hips, hiking her skirt high, until her panties were completely exposed.

  “God help me, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her mouth.

  She’d never experienced anything like what he’d done to her in the car. Nor had she ever felt so exposed. Actually, making out in a car was one teenage experience she’d avoided in her youth.

  Now, as an adult, she could totally appreciate the whimsy of it all and the excitement. His finger found her heated, swollen skin and started playing across its slickness. She felt her knees almost give out, and if it hadn’t been for his body pressed up against hers and the door, she would have melted to the floor.

  Then, he was on his knees, his hands pulling her panties down over her shoes as his mouth touched her, his tongue dipping deep inside her as she cried out his name.

  Her fingers went to his hair, holding him, directing him over her flesh. She realized she was begging as both his tongue and one finger dipped inside her to pleasure her.

  “Please.” She moaned when she felt herself building fast. “Logan, I need . . .”

  “What?” He stood quickly, then lifted her in his arms. “Tell me what you need,” he growled as he walked fast toward the back of his apartment.

  Her eyes met his silver ones and she felt her heart skip a little. “You.” It came out as a whisper.

  His smile was fast as he laid her gently on his bed. Her eyes were glued to him. She watched as he removed his shirt, a little too slowly. She wanted to reach up and rip the buttons off but felt like she was frozen in place. Finally, he tossed the shirt into a corner and put his hands on his belt. She sat up and covered his hands with her own.

  “Let me,” she said, throwing the belt over to the same corner. His hands had dropped to his sides, his eyes watching her face closely. When she slowly ran her hand over his hardness, still tucked inside his slacks, he moaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back. She did this a few more times, before slowly sliding his zipper down and releasing him fully.

  He was beautiful. Of course, no man liked to hear that word used to describe him, but there was no other word that would have done the moment justice. She tugged his slacks until they pooled around his feet. When he stepped out of them, he frowned.

  “How is it that I’m naked and you still have all of your clothes on?” He smiled. “Looks like it’s my turn.” He reached for her shirt.

  “I’m not wearing any panties.” She scooted farther onto the bed.

  “Yes.” He ran his tongue over his lips and groaned. “I remember now.”

  He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed and crawled closer to her. His hands reached out and took her by the hips, holding her still. When she stopped edging away, she watched his fingers undo the remaining button of her blouse.

  “Do you realize how crazy you made every man in that boardroom today?” His eyes went to hers and they grew dark with desire. “This . . .” He ran a finger lightly over the crest of her breast. Her head rolled back, and she felt her breath hitch as her heart raced. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this part.” He dipped his head and ran his mouth over the same spot.

  His fingers pushed the light material off her shoulders. She felt him reach around her and unclasp her bra and moved to help him remove it.

  “Let me . . .” he said against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

  When she was finally exposed, he leaned back and looked at her. She thought she heard him whisper, “Perfect.” But couldn’t be sure, since her heart was beating too loudly in her ears for her to hear.

  Then he ran the back of his fingers over her lightly, she closed her eyes, and then she could no longer see either.

  “Please,” she begged again. He was making her body heat and all she wanted was to be next to him, skin against skin.

  She opened her eyes again. He’d moved to the edge of the bed and was using his hands to pull down her skirt. She was still wearing her heels and she reached down to remove them.

  “No, leave them.” He smiled as he tossed her skirt into the same corner. Then he was moving back up the mattress to settle between her spread legs. Her knees were bent and her heels rested on the s
oft bed.

  His hands ran up her legs, pushing them higher as he moved closer to her. She watched him open a condom and roll it on his full length. Just the simple act had her insides clenching with desire.

  She’d never wanted someone as much as she wanted him. His eyes moved to hers and the edges of his mouth curved up. How had she never realized just how sexy his smile was before? She’d always seen it as annoying because usually he had been laughing at her. Now, however, his mouth looked too good to ignore.

  When he leaned closer, her eyes followed the movement until she felt those lips on hers again. His hand was still resting on her outer thigh and when he moved against her, she moaned and raised her hips to meet him. He rubbed against the tender skin where she wanted him to fill her.

  “Yes. I love those little noises you make,” he said as his mouth traveled down her neck.

  “You’re driving me crazy.” She gripped his hips, trying to get him to move where she wanted him.

  “Now you know how I felt all day. Imagine sitting across the table with this all during that meeting.” He rubbed his full length against her in one quick slide.

  She arched and groaned, the image of how he’d looked as they’d sat in the staff boardroom flashed in her mind. Then it was replaced with how he looked now. Hovering above her, naked, erect.

  Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels pressed up against his thighs.

  “Yes,” he groaned as he moved closer. “Do you feel it?”

  She met his eyes as he slid quickly into her.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Logan could have easily died at that very moment and he would have died a happy man. Amy’s hair was fanned out over his shoulder and chest and he could feel her skin start to cool next to his.

  He was running his fingers through her hair slowly, enjoying the softness of it as he felt his own heart rate settle down.

  “What do you say to ordering some pizza and spending the rest of the evening here?”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. “What do you say to grabbing Chinese as you drive me home so we won’t leave Daisy locked up all night without a bathroom break?”

  In all his desire, he’d forgotten about the little dogs. “I guess my mind was focused on keeping you in bed all night.” He sat up, then dressed in an old pair of jeans. As he was pulling a sweatshirt over his head, he heard the crash of thunder and glanced toward his windows.

  Finally, the skies had opened up and rain was pelting everything outside. He frowned when he noticed her buttoning up her blouse. It was a little wrinkled, and when he noticed her skirt was as well, he couldn’t stop from smiling.

  “I’ve got some old sweats . . .” he started to say, but she just shook her head.

  “I’m fine.” She finished buttoning her shirt.

  “Okay, but at least wear this.” He handed her his rain jacket. “It’s coming down in buckets now.”

  She looked out his window, then took the coat.

  They made a dash for the carport, both of them laughing. As he jumped in behind the wheel he watched her shake the jacket off before entering his car.

  “Where is there a good Chinese place?”

  “A block from my townhouse. If you drop me off at my Jeep, you can follow.”

  He reached over and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. She’d disappeared into his bathroom for a few minutes and had emerged without a single hair out of place. He’d just have to enjoy messing her up again.

  He supposed dropping her off at her own car made sense, but something inside him didn’t want a moment away from her. When they finally made it back to her place, it was after dark.

  The second she opened her front door, Daisy rushed between his legs, happy to see them both, then quickly went and did her business.

  “She’s really quite a great dog,” Amy said, setting her bag down on the bar.

  He set the take-out down on the kitchen table, then laughed when Daisy sat down and glanced at the boxes.

  “She loves human food. I know you’re not supposed to give them much, but I cooked her eggs and rice the other morning.”

  “I bet she’ll really enjoy some of this then.” He held up the box of white rice. “I’m sure a little can’t hurt. After all, she’s eating for four.”

  They sat on the sofa and watched television while they ate, then he carried Amy into her bedroom. He slowly peeled off her skirt and shirt. And when he got her completely naked, and she was calling out his name, he knew he wanted to keep her that way until morning.

  Amy woke with a start when something brushed against her face. When she opened her eyes, she was looking directly into silver ones as Logan was smiling down at her. She could tell by the darkness of the room that she had plenty of time before they were due into the office.

  “You’re a hard person to wake,” he said. “Daisy and I have been trying for a while now.”

  As if on cue, the small dog stuck her face between theirs and started kissing Amy. It took awhile to recover from laughing as she tried to shove both Logan and Daisy off her face, since he had joined in the excitement.

  “I like this side of you,” Logan said after the small dog jumped off the bed to return to her crying pups.

  “Which side?” She desperately wished she could retreat to the bathroom to freshen up, but since Logan was holding her down, she doubted she’d get a chance just yet.

  “The messy side. Your hair’s all around your face.” He released one of her hands and used a finger to push a strand away from her face. “Your face is clear of makeup.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips. “And, the best part of it is,” he said as he glanced down at her, “your clothes are nowhere to be found.”

  She moaned as he leaned down and started kissing her again. She could get used to being woken up like this. He still held her arms above her head with his free hand and she wished she could touch him, since he, too, was naked.

  He had a body that she doubted she would ever tire of running her hands over. When he finally released her hands, she grabbed hold of him and didn’t let go until he was moaning.

  She reversed their positions and held his hands above his head. He could have broken loose if he’d tried, but instead he just looked up at her.

  “Getting back at me?” he asked.

  She felt her heart skip, and to answer him, she leaned down and ran her mouth over his neck and chest slowly. When she felt him try to break free, she stopped him by putting her hands on his chest.

  “No, it’s my turn to take care of you,” she said against his skin as she ran her mouth lower, over very impressive six-pack abs, downward, until she followed a small patch of brown hair that led her to his sex.

  When she used her mouth on him, his hands went into her hair, gripping her as she enjoyed every inch of him.

  She felt herself growing hotter, wanting him deep inside her, and as she crawled back up to straddle him, he handed her a condom. She slowly rolled it on him and watched his eyes close with pleasure.

  “Watch me,” she said, hovering above him. “Watch.” She didn’t know what made her say it, but his eyes darkened as he watched her slide inch by inch on his length. His fingers dug into her soft hips as she moved above him. When he pushed her to go faster, she was right there with him, beat for beat.

  When she finally felt herself explode, he wrapped his arms around her waist and growled her name into her hair.

  Once her skin had cooled, she shivered and reached for the blankets.

  “Oh, no you don’t. It’s time to get up.” He ran his hand over her naked bottom, then slapped it lightly. “I’m hungry and since I’ve been up for a while, I know there’s nothing in that fridge of yours.”

  “Keeps me from eating too much.”

  He rolled out from under her and hopped out of bed. Instead of waiting for her to do the same, he picked her up and started carrying her into the bathroom as she giggled. He turned on the shower, and by the time the water was warm, he had her moani
ng again.

  She’d never dressed as quickly as she did that morning. She normally took almost an hour and a half each morning to put herself together, but under Logan’s watchful eye, she sped up to just forty minutes.

  Her long hair hung freely, still wet in places, as she pulled out of her parking spot and glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure he was following her to one of her favorite breakfast spots.

  She knew he still needed to swing by his place and dress for the office, so when they entered Café 20, she walked up to the counter and ordered the fastest breakfast sandwich while he drooled over the donuts.

  “I don’t know how you expect to stay in shape, eating those,” she said as they sat down. He’d set a plate of three donuts and a ham breakfast sandwich in front of him.

  “I worked up an appetite this morning.” He smiled over at her as he held up the chocolate glazed donut for her. “Go ahead, I won’t tell. Besides, one couldn’t hurt.”

  “With me, it’s never just one.”

  His eyes stayed on hers as he licked the chocolate from the donut.

  Her face flushed and she felt herself grow hotter as he watched her.

  She was never more aware of being watched than she had been that morning. The sensation had done nothing but make her wish they could have taken the day off and spent the time in her bed instead.

  “How do you expect me to concentrate on work today while you’re dressed like that?” He glanced over at her simple black skirt and burgundy top.

  “How would you notice? You’ve been hiding in your uncle’s office all week anyway.”

  He frowned. “For my own good,” he said as they walked out of the café. Then he took her hand and tugged her to a stop before she could open the Jeep’s door. “I’m not sure I can handle working in the same room with you, knowing now what you look like under those clothes.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “And you think I’m not feeling the same?” Her eyes ran up and down him slowly. “I suppose we’ll just have to suffer together.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.