Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

MIRA

I couldn't explain it, but Logan made me feel safe. Wanted. Passionate, even.

It made no sense whatsoever, but there it was. The almost billionaire playboy had a secret heart of gold, and right now, that was what I needed.

"Slate would kill me if he knew we were doing this," he murmured between frenzied kisses as his body started moving on top of mine.

"Stop talking," I replied, pushing my hands into that thick hair and feeling the soft strands glide between my fingers. "You're ruining it."

He chuckled, but kept quiet, using his mouth to devour mine instead of saying things that would absolutely extinguish the fire within if he kept saying them. Logan was a tall guy with a well-built frame, and with him on top, I was completely covered by him, enveloped by his heat and hardness as he kissed my breath away.

Just like he had the first time we'd been together, Logan was super attentive, kissing my lips but making me feel it in my whole body. Our mouths crashed together again and again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and his teeth playfully nipping at my lower lip every now and then.

His hands had to be somewhere behind my head since he was holding his weight up on his elbows, but even without them, he touched me everywhere that mattered, his stomach flat against mine, his chest against my breasts, his legs between my own but still pressed up against the insides of them.

I moaned into our kiss when his hips rolled, the long, hard length of his shaft rubbing against my core with the perfect amount of pressure to drive me nuts. We'd only just started kissing, but I could already feel how wet and needy I was, my panties damp against my flesh and my clit aching for touch.

As his shaft brushed against it, sparks of pleasure sped through me and I let out another loud moan, my own hips now starting to move with his. I knew this probably wasn't the best idea.

Logan was Slate's friend and, for all intents and purposes, my boss at the moment. But even knowing all that, I'd been insanely attracted to him as soon as I'd seen him back at the wedding and that attraction hadn't abated.

If anything, it just seemed to keep growing whenever I laid eyes on the guy. In a way, it even felt like this had been inevitable.

Like it had always only been a matter of time after he'd walked into the cafeteria on the other rig. I'd tried fighting it the other night at dinner, but I didn't want to fight anymore.

Consciously making the decision to give in, I ran my hands along the defined ropes of toned muscle in his back and kissed him deeper, those sparks of pleasure turning into fireworks as my hips started moving faster. Logan gave me exactly what I needed, his mouth never breaking away from mine as I rode him, even though technically he was the one on top.

My heart beat faster and faster, my body tensing as I felt a furrow forming on my brow. Clearly, Logan was on a single-minded mission here, and it was definitely working. At this rate, I was going to come before he even touched me.

I wonder if that would be a personal best for him.

It didn't matter to me if it wasn't, though. If he was using this as a way to distract me from my crappy day and the bad feeling I'd had about this place, then I was here for it. Surrendering to the sea of sensation he was stirring up within me, I let my moans go free and wasn't shy about chasing what I wanted, angling my hips so I would have the exact friction I needed exactly where I needed it.

My breathing kept getting harder, faltering every so often as I started the climb. I curled my toes, stroking his tongue with my own as I pressed my chest further into his. Logan groaned into my mouth, and the sound pushed me so much closer to the edge, the deep vibration in his chest setting off a firework below my belt.

"Mira, fuck. Yes."

I whimpered. Fucking whimpered, and I wasn't even shy about it. That low growl had done even more for me than the groan and I suddenly knew that if he made even one more sound, that would be it for me.

So naturally, he didn't even just make another sound. He spoke again, in that same, deep, possessive growl, but his dirty mouth from the other night at dinner was back. "Shit, Mira. I'm so fucking close already and it's not helping that I can feel you are too. Are you going to come for me, baby? Come for me so I can clean you up with my tongue before I make you do it again on my cock."

My muscles went rigid, my eyes practically rolling back in my head as I writhed underneath him, holding still as soon as that feeling of pure, exquisite bliss was within my reach. At that moment, Logan bit my lower lip and that tiny sting of pain was all it took.

The climax thundered through me, pleasure shooting from my core to my extremities as I moaned his name and tried to remind myself not to scream. It took longer than I'd have thought before the orgasm subsided, and once my body went limp, Logan's disappeared.

I cracked open an eye in time to see him climb off the bunk, shedding his clothes at lightning speed before pulling a condom out of his wallet. His hair was standing up in all directions from having my fingers in it, his eyes wild and his pupils so dilated there was almost nothing left of the blue.

As he pulled up his shirt, my gaze tracked his movements, lingering at the toned, stacked blocks on his torso and the width of his chest. He dropped the shirt carelessly on the floor, having pulled it off over his head without even unbuttoning it, and then his hands went to his belt, deftly undoing it before he pulled his slacks and underwear off in one go.

I sucked in a sharp breath when he was naked, my eyes glued to his long, painfully hard-looking dick as it curved proudly toward his belly button. The sound I made drew his attention back to me, and he winked as he crawled onto the bunk once more.

"Let's get you out of these, shall we?" As he said it, he wrapped his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and tugged them off with my panties, not bothering to make a show of it. I appreciated the feeling of being unwrapped slowly, like a delicately wrapped Christmas present, as much as the next girl, but right now, I appreciated the urgency more.

It made me feel like he was as into this as I was, so desperate to get to me that he wasn't concerned with the niceties. And I loved that.

Since I'd kicked off my shoes earlier, my panties had a clear path over my feet and I kicked them away, sitting up as Logan reached for my shirt and pulled that off next. We worked together seamlessly, like this was a choreographed dance that we'd done hundreds of times before.

Anticipation made me shiver, and he noticed, slanting his head as he pushed me back by the shoulders until I was lying down on the bunk once more. "Cold or horny?"

"Both," I managed as he bent his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I'd taken my bra off earlier as well, because I was one of those . As soon as I was done for the day, the bra came off. A fact Logan seemed to appreciate as he laved at my breasts, his big hands and hot mouth making them feel thoroughly enjoyed before he kissed a hot path down the length of my stomach.

My legs spread on instinct to accommodate his shoulders between them, and as soon as his lips sealed over my sensitive clit, my hips went flying off the bed. He let out a low chuckle against me, hooking a forearm around my hips before he started back in.

As his tongue slid through my folds, I let out a low hum of pleasure, my teeth sinking into my lips to keep from releasing any sound too loud. Logan was patient, building me back up into a frenzy before pushing a single finger into me and making me fly over the edge again.

The orgasm was even more intense this time, and my entire body trembled as I gripped his hair, holding it tight as I rode it out. I bucked against his face a few times before I collapsed against the bed, sweaty and panting but not yet sated.

I was much too aware that he hadn't gotten his own yet. As I came back down to earth, I reached for his shoulders, looking deep into his eyes as I pulled him up.

Logan moved willingly, still staring into my eyes as he knelt between my legs and put on the condom. Without saying anything, he took my hands, flattened himself down on me, and pushed inside.

I lifted my head to kiss him, wrapping my legs around his toned ass and using my heels to press him deeper into me. Logan groaned into my mouth, squeezing my hands as he started moving.

We had very little space to maneuver on the narrow bunk, but it didn't look like he was in the mood for any gymnastics today. He just held me, kissing me breathless as he made my toes curl all over again. I was still so sensitive that it didn't take me long to start clenching around him again, and he moaned, shuddering as his pace picked up.

Soon, our bodies were coming together wildly. Urgently. Our kisses were sloppy and punctuated by the sounds of pleasure we just couldn't hold in.

With one final thrust, blinding light exploded behind my eyelids and another orgasm tore through me, pleasure overtaking me from head to toe. Logan's hips lost their tempo, and when he swelled deep inside me, I knew he was there too.

Clinging to him as if for dear life, I shook underneath him, milking every last drop of pleasure out of both of us until I finally went limp, not even able to kiss him anymore. He dropped his head to the crook of my neck, planting one last, open-mouthed kiss on my skin before he rolled off me and took care of the condom. He pulled me into his arms .

"Give me two minutes, then I'll leave," Logan murmured against my hair. "I just need to catch my breath."

"Don't leave," I heard myself saying before I'd even had time to think about it. "Stay with me tonight. Please?"

"Of course." Just like that.

No questions asked.

Just "of course."

He turned his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply as he started drawing patterns on the bare skin of my back. "I really don't fucking like that you're scared here."

"I wouldn't say that I'm scared, exactly. I'm just more comfortable having you here with me."

He pressed a soft kiss to my head, his lips moving against it when he spoke again. "In that case, we'll share your tiny bunk tonight. I'm not going anywhere."

My heartbeat finally evened out, my tense muscles really relaxing for the first time since that first incident. Lying with my head on Logan's chest, I heard it when his heart stopped pounding too, its regular rhythm beneath my ear lulling me into what I hoped wasn't a false sense of security.

With his arms around me, I stared up at the ceiling and allowed myself to find comfort in him as well as the familiar sounds of a working rig. Unfortunately, the more I relaxed, the more my brain started working again.

That had been the second time Logan and I had slept together, but the first after I'd found out he was one of my brother's best friends. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret what we'd done, or even to consider Slate's likely opinion of it all too carefully.

As much as I loved my brother, he had no say in who I slept with. But that was where the easy thoughts ended and the more difficult ones began.

From what I'd heard from Tess and Mickey, Logan rarely slept with the same woman twice. The way they'd told it, he never built any kind of relationship with any of his conquests and he didn't even remember their names after .

But he'd remembered my name even after months of not seeing each other again after the wedding. We'd also just spent a lot of time talking and getting personal, and he'd also come back for another round.

I knew a lot of it was because of our circumstances, but he hadn't had to bring me food. He hadn't had to eat his own with me, and he definitely hadn't had to kiss me. All of which was making me question if this meant something more—or if the orgasms had simply scrambled my brain so badly that I was feeling things that didn't exist at all.