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  I yelp – not from pain, but from his hasty change of plans.

  “What?” I start to ask, but he interrupts.

  “Uber. Outside. Now.”

  “But our drinks...” I stutter, glancing back at the untouched beers we’re leaving behind.

  His smile is a cross between a snarl and a smirk. Carver takes two steps backward, fists the beers in one hand, and drops them in front of a man sitting at the bar closest to the door.

  “Here man,” he rumbles as the man’s drooping head pops up in surprise. “Enjoy, bro.”

  My mouth drops open because I can’t believe this is happening. Two days ago, I would have never imagined I’d be racing out of a bar with my old flame, zealously anticipating an X-rated evening.

  Yet here I am, nearly on fire from the fever that’s burning through my veins, with the intense desire to get home as quickly as possible, so I can find out how ungentle Carver will be with me.

  We push through the front door and there’s a silver Prius stopped at the corner, which Carver descends upon, opening up the door and literally shoving me into the backseat.

  His lips and hands are on me the moment the car door closes. He tastes of urgency and wicked things to come. And he also still tastes of me – the tangy essence of my desire. He rolls his tongue over mine, his hand clutching the back of my head to work me closer.

  This is not the leisurely kissing from earlier. This is frantic. Unrestrained. Sloppy with intensity.

  This is a kiss that means business.

  The driver’s voice barrels into my consciousness. “Hey. No sex in my car.”

  I choke out an unladylike sound, pushing against Carver’s rock-hard chest to give myself some space. He groans disgruntledly but capitulates with a deep sigh, although his hand remains on my thigh.

  I was so lost in the drugging kiss, that I failed to notice we’re only a block from my apartment, climbing the steep hill to my neighborhood.

  I take a few calming breaths and turn to find Carver’s head is laid back against the headrest, his eyes closed. The bastard looks completely unaffected by the heavy make-out session we were just embroiled in.

  If it wasn’t for the noticeably hard outline of his cock through his jeans, I wouldn’t even know he was turned on.

  One of his eyes peels open and his one-dimpled smile tells me he caught me staring at his package. I turn away with embarrassment.

  “You’ll get that soon enough,” he mutters, as the car pulls up to the curb. “Just be patient.”

  “Pfft,” I say as we unfold ourselves from the back of the car and head up the walkway to the brick exterior complex.

  As I fumble with the keys in the lock, Carver wraps his arm around my waist, his erection poking me in the back, causing an even bigger distraction.

  “Hurry up...I need to get inside.”

  Chapter 16

  Carver

  This may sound like a dick thing to say, but my hope is that once I get inside of Logan, and fuck her to the edge of insanity, it will satisfy my craving.

  That this overwhelming feeling of being under her control will vanish and my life will go back to normal. I’ll be able to rid my heart of this cruel ache that’s been festering since the day she ruined me for all others.

  No one else has ever compared to her. I realize that now. I’ve been trying to compare every girl I’ve ever been with to Logan. The girl was sheer perfection at seventeen, but she’s fucking broke the mold at twenty-two. I know this, because her soon-to-be-naked body stands in front of me right now as I slowly stalk her like a predator. She looks a little edgy as she takes tiny steps backward toward her bedroom. Or at least, I think that’s where she’s headed.

  But fuck that, I can’t wait to get to her bed.

  I’m taking her right here and now.

  She’s mid-way through the living room when I pounce, wrapping my arms around her hips and throwing her in a heap on the couch cushions as I fall on top of her. We land with a “thwomp” and in a tangle of limbs, her giggle sending a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

  She’s on her side pressed up against the couch and one of her legs falls over my hip.

  “I’d call this a foul,” she comments sassily, spouting her acumen for basketball terminology as I busy myself with my hand at her waist, trying to burrow under her shirt.

  Just because I can, I lean in and lick a wet stripe up the bridge of her nose. She gasps in pseudo-outrage.

  “I’d call that a flagrant foul. I think I should be sent to the penalty box for my flagrancy.”

  I give her a few seconds to realize the inaccuracy of my terminology use, since anyone who knows sports knows that there is no penalty box in basketball. It’s a hockey term.

  She gives me a cute eye roll and a hard shove against my chest, but her hands remain firmly planted there, creating space between us that I refuse to allow. I need to touch all of her. My body craves that connection.

  My hand migrates down her hip and onto her ass cheek, where I take the opportunity to squeeze and pull her into me so that our tangled bodies look like a giant pretzel. My dick grows painfully hard, twitching with excitement over being pressed against her soft, feminine middle. He knows what he wants and where he wants to be.

  This is no fucking game. There’s no going back now and I’m all in. We both win when I’m finally buried deep inside her as she moans my name.

  I begin stroking the smooth expanse of flesh where her tank has lifted from her skirt in our acrobatics. I play there awhile as I begin to suckle the spot at her collarbone. That soft indent that’s so fucking sexy on a woman. My tongue draws patterns against the hollow of her throat, as my fingers continue inching down around the curve of her ass, landing on the top of her thigh.

  She sucks a gulp of air when my fingers find their way under the cotton material of her skirt, lazily approaching their intended destination. I sweep them slowly, methodically skimming along the supple skin of her thigh, toying at the edge of her panties. All the while, I place light, flirty kisses underneath her jawline. Her head lolls back with a soft whimpering and my cock expresses his interest as it twitches against her stomach.

  Holding myself together so I don’t thrust involuntarily, I slither my body down to the end of the couch, placing kisses along the way. My hand drags under the sweet juncture behind her kneecap, moving further down the slope of her leg. I climb off the couch, never once losing my connection with her body, as my hands wrap around her ankles like human shackles.

  She releases a surprised gasp of air when I snap my arms back, hauling her entire body forward so the arm of the overstuffed couch cradles her mid back.

  Logan’s lips part as her expression turns from mild interest to uncontested lust.

  “Did you say something about not wanting me to be gentle?” I snicker wickedly.

  She nods her head in acknowledgement, giving me free rein to do as I please. So I do.

  My sexual history is vast and wide. I’m not ashamed of that fact. What I’m finally realizing, however, is that it was all meaningless and held only one objective. Although physical, there were never any true connections. I had no time or interest in learning about what those girls wanted or developing a relationship.

  But I want it with Logan. And it clouds my thoughts with uncertainty. I stare down at her, spread out like a king’s banquet, and I wonder if I’ll be able to leave her after I fuck her. Will this weekend be the last of us? What if I fuck her and I want more than this weekend can offer?

  The world begins to spin too fast and I feel dizzy. My hands stall and my breath falters.

  Logan’s sultry voice prods me along, giving me the sarcastic prompting I need, “Do you need help with this part? Perhaps some instruction?”

  Oh, it’s on.

  With lightning fast speed, I flip her over – ass up toward the ceiling, her surprised gasp muffled by the couch cushion. I’m so fucking turned on right now as my eyes drink in the perfectly round mounds of her as
s cheeks. She’s wearing a pink lacy thong, which disappears in the crack between her legs. My knees nearly buckle from the sight.

  I take a deep intake of breath to calm myself so I don’t go off the rails and let my baser instincts take over. But they’re there, simmering beneath the surface, ready to take control and take what I want.

  I palm one shapely curve, admiring the satiny smooth skin and the toned glute muscle. Gliding my thumb in a sweeping motion over the flesh – back and forth – as Logan’s breath hitches every time I near her seam. Without warning, I smack the porcelain canvas.

  It’s anything but gentle.

  Her reaction has me palming my hard cock, stroking it roughly, as it strains against the material of my briefs, calling for action.

  “Yes,” she cries out, like she’s been waiting all her life for that swat. Like I’d just opened the door to a locked room, letting out her inner goddess.

  Oh, fuck. She likes it.

  I smack at her ass again, this time harder so the sting bites my own hand. I stare at the red mark of my handprint developing across her now rosy skin. I rub a hand across the heat wicking there and I bite back a groan. I want to rub my cock across this masterpiece.

  “More,” she moans, and my hand twitches with relief. I give her three quick snaps, all of varying intensity, and then once again run my palm over the mound to sooth away the sting.

  “Fuck, baby. You look so good like this. Tell me...and don’t lie to me...did it make you wet? If I press my thumb between your thighs right now, will I find you dripping for me?”

  For added emphasis, I drop my thumb in the space between her cheeks, gliding it down, but not all the way to that secret place.

  “Oh my God, Carver...”

  “Tell me,” I command.

  I bite her reddened ass cheek and she bucks. Fuck me, I can smell her arousal. I know her pussy is flooded. Readying itself for my hard cock.

  “Ye...yes...” she stammers, quivering underneath me.

  Just like that, my restraint ends. Snaps like a tree limb in a winter storm.

  My hands fly to my shorts and I unbuckle, unbutton and unzip, as I push the offending material down my legs and out of the way. I’m not sure I’ll last very long. Everything about this is too intense.

  My cock juts free – hitting me at the navel – and I take a moment to slide it up her seam. I ache to be inside her – to feel her wrapped around me, clenching me tight as she releases and as I come inside her.

  But first I need protection. I bend down, grabbing the condom package out of my pocket, quickly covering my shaft. I could just slide in while she’s on her stomach, but I want to see her. To watch her come undone.

  Flipping her back over, my fingers inch underneath the waistband of her panties and tear them off. Her pussy is now exposed to me, pink and glistening. I salivate at the sight and can’t resist, pushing at the insides of her thighs, and make a swipe up the center. I flick the tight bud at the top as I feel her thigh muscles tighten in my hands, the sounds of her moans hitting me like beautiful music.

  Standing once again, I circle her clit with my thumbs, spreading the lips and the wetness there.

  Logan squirms under my ministrations, soft whimpers along with strong thrusts.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  Six words every guy wants to hear from a beautiful girl.

  I comply without further ado, dropping one hand to my cock and dragging its heavy weight to her wet entrance. The sight is intoxicating. While Logan’s position prevents her from seeing what I see, I have the perfect vantage point.

  “Lo,” I groan, as I push the first inch inside her wet warmth. I can feel the give of her inner walls and I close my eyes tight. This is heaven. I’ve been given an angel-on-earth to make all my dreams come true.

  Her breath hitches when I push all the way into the hilt.

  It’s hard. It’s fast. It’s fucking glorious.

  I have to square my legs to keep myself upright. I encircle the backs of her thighs with my fingers, right at her ass and I move them down toward her knees, gathering her in the crooks of my arms. This gives me more leverage, so as I plunge in, I can keep her from sliding down on the couch.

  “Show me your tits.” I command, frustrated with myself that I moved so fast that I didn’t get to enjoy her breasts before the main course. But there’s always dessert.

  Logan quirks an eyebrow at me, her smile coy. She fingers the edge of her tank as she slowly slides it up to bare her mid-drift, exposing her nude-satin bra. It cups her C-sized breasts, boosting the soft mounds so the sweet curves pop at the top.

  “So bossy,” she teases, sensually playing with the edge of the cups. I lick my lips as I watch her work the material down, the firm globes exploding out. I stare in fascination, envying her fingertips as they trace the rosy-tips of her nipples, circling them; plucking them; pushing the soft-pillows of flesh together.

  I’m stuck with a fantasy so hot, I nearly come at the thought. I wonder if she would let me pull out and come all over her tits? Would she like that? Would she allow me to defile her like that? Would she think it is as hot as I do?

  I pump inside her harder, quick jabbing motions that elicit loud moans from her each time I hit the spot. My body needs to come so badly – it’s been far too long since I’ve fucked a woman. My self-imposed moratorium since March.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I anticipated this day. The opportunity to be back inside the girl of my dreams. The woman of my fantasies. How did I get so lucky to get this second chance?

  “I’ve dreamed about you, Lo,” I admit, as my eyes track the movement of Logan’s hands as they squeeze, plump and pluck at her breasts.

  “Oh yeah? Me, too.”

  “Wet dreams, where I had to get myself off because they were so damn hot. But it’s nothing compared to this.”

  She moans when I must hit a sensitive spot deep within her. I want to get us off together so bad. I look down at her glistening pussy - her clit hard and swollen – and I know what I need to do.

  Dragging my thumb down her smooth belly, I land at her center and begin working it in tight circles. Her response is immediate and needy – she begins to thrust her hips upward, trying to gain leverage with her shoulders against the couch.

  “Right there...don’t stop. Harder.”

  I do as she says, continuing to put pressure on the sensitive nub as I work us both to a climactic finish.

  Logan’s hair is spread out around her, some covering her face as she whips her head back and forth against the cushion.

  “I’m close...Carver...I’m...”

  I take that opportunity to press the pad of my thumb down hard, and it’s like striking the match the leads to the explosion. She detonates on impact, her hips stilling, eyes shut tight and lips parting to extract the most exquisitely tortured sound I’ve ever heard.

  “That’s right, baby. Give it to me. Give me everything.”

  Logan blindly reaches out, grasping onto anything she can get her hands on. One hand goes above her head to reach for a blanket and the other to the top of the couch cushion, her fingers digging imprints into the material. It pushes her tits up further and brings me back to the idea of coming all over them.

  Ah, fuck, not this time, no matter how much I’d love to do that. There’s something so dirty about marking a woman. I just don’t know how kinky she’ll allow me to be.

  My balls curl up into hard, tight stones, and I feel the orgasm barreling up my legs. All I can do is hold on and continue pumping inside her channel.

  “Lo...” I bellow, my chin lifting to the ceiling as my head drops behind me. I come in long, hot spurts as the world spins in the most sensually and intense dance.

  It takes a few minutes for me to come down from the high of my orgasm, but when I do, I’m hit with an emotion that I’ve never had after sex. Normally with a girl, I’m a hit-and-run kind of guy. Once we’ve achieved a mutually beneficial release, I find the fastest route
out of there.

  As I look down over Logan’s satiated expression – her glorious tits still on display and her smile a playful come-on – all I want to do is wrap her naked body up in my arms and never let her go.

  It scares the fucking hell out of me.

  Schooling my expression, I reach for her arm and gently tug her up to a sitting position. She lazily drapes her arms over my shoulders, leaning her head into the side so her cheek rests against my chest. The scent of her hair captivates me. It’s lavender and honey.

  I have no desire to leave the comfort of her arms or the warmth of her body, but I need to go dispose of the condom, so I slide out as we both groan with discontentment.

  “Where’s your bathroom?” I ask, my hands cupping the sides of her cheek so she’s looking up into my eyes. They sparkle with gratification and my ego soars. She nods down the hallway and I give her a peck on top of her head as I head in that direction.

  I take care of business and stride back down the hall into the kitchen, where I find Logan at the sink, her hands massaging her lower back, her clothing now rumpled. I smile at her easy sexiness.

  She’s so fucking warm as I lean in, breathe her in, and replace her hands with mine.

  “Are you okay?” I murmur in her ear, massaging at her lower back.

  “Mm...yeah. I’m just sore from hiking today and that position on the couch was...well, I have to say, I’ve never...” she clears her throat like she’s embarrassed by admitting this. “I’ve never had sex over the arm of my couch before.”

  I snicker, digging in my thumbs deep in her lower back so that she groans in pleasure. It’s the type of sound that sends my dick back into overdrive, ready for another lap around the track.

  “You’re a vanilla girl, huh?”

  She stiffens and turns in my arms so sharply my hands fly off her back. Her reply is full of outraged indignation. “No! I’m not vanilla...I just -”

  I finish her sentence for her, offering my smug response. “Haven’t been fucked by anyone quite like me before. I get it. I have that effect on you. I made you lose complete control and it was the time of your life.”