Chapter 27

CHAPTER 27

LOGAN

I should not be doing this. I should not be doing this. I should not be doing this.

That was the mantra that raced through my head as I kissed the shit out of Mira on our way to my bedroom. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the voice in my head was right.

I should not have been doing it, and yet, even as I thought it, I tightened my grip on the hem of the sundress she'd changed into after the sun had set and yanked it off over her head. I was already going to hell for being a bad friend.

I figured I might as well enjoy the journey.

Besides, I wouldn't have been able to stop if I tried. Because I didn't want to stop . I wanted more. More. More.

Judging the way her lips were crushed against mine, her tongue sweeping into my mouth and her fingers tugging at my hair with wild abandon, I wasn't the only one who felt that way. Things felt grittier between us tonight.

Like there was a bit of an edge there hadn't been before.

And why?

Well, in my case, it was because I'd spent the entire afternoon staring at her in that swimsuit and trying to hide how hot the sight made me. But more than that, I had a feeling this edge was because Slate had put his foot down.

What we were doing right now was forbidden, which, of course, only made it that much fucking hotter. Mira tasted like sex, sin, and tequila, and I couldn't get enough, pushing her walking backward through my house without even breaking contact with her mouth.

As soon as my front door had shut behind us, we'd surged together and there hadn't been any stopping to talk about it since. It'd been a long day of denial, and I was over it. Apparently, so was she. When I dropped her sundress on the floor in our wake, she reached for my shirt, pulling it off when I raised my arms to let her and dropping it right where we were.

Both still wearing our swimsuits, we continued clawing at each other, and something crashed as we passed it. I didn't give a damn what it had been, though. It couldn't be as important as this.

Mira moaned into my mouth, like the resounding crash on the hardwood floor had turned her on even more and that, in turn, got me even harder. Lust coursed through me like a beast demanding its pound of flesh, and it wasn't letting up.

The kissing wasn't enough. The pound of flesh it seemed to be demanding was to claim her—to make her mine and to make sure she knew it. Crazy but true.

Feeling a little out of control, I didn't stop walking until we reached my bathroom and I didn't stop kissing her as I opened the glass door and reached in, feeling around for the faucet. We were both covered in sweat, sunscreen, alcohol, and chlorine, and once I started on her tonight, I didn't want her to be worried or uncomfortable.

That beast inside was a definite alpha, and he wanted her to let him play. But that also meant taking care of her. Proving I was worthy to take control.

As soon as my fingers brushed the smooth metal of the tap, I twisted it to warm and tugged it open, immediately hearing the spray as it started. All the while, I never stopped kissing her, turning my full attention back to devouring her mouth now that the temporary distraction of getting the shower started was gone .

I lost myself in her, drinking from her soft but insistent lips and running my hands along her full curves in that fucking bathing suit that had been taunting me all damn day. The fabric was soft and smooth, my palms gliding across it and feeling her heat underneath.

Mira wrapped her arms around my neck, angling her head back to give me better access, and I took it, deepening the kiss until I remembered about the shower. I checked to make sure I'd left the door open. Then I walked her back into the large cubicle, positioning her under the spray and then finally letting go of her mouth.

As I pulled back to look at her, her eyes were dark with lust, her pupils huge and her lips puffy and swollen. Her gaze met mine, locking on it as I reached for the straps of her one-piece and stared into her eyes as I pulled them off.

She didn't move, letting me slide the straps off and then roll the garment down, only moving to step out of it once it hit her feet. Stark naked in front of me, she stood tall—as tall as she could anyway—and proud, not making a move to hide from me in any way as she lifted her chin just a little, as if she was challenging me to go further.

My cock throbbed behind the Velcro of my swimming trunks, but it would have to be patient. In recognition of that chin-lift, I smirked but didn't give in immediately, reaching past her and picking up a bottle of shampoo from the shelf instead.

Popping the lid, I squeezed a generous dollop of the liquid into my hands and then lathered it into her hair, still looking deep into her eyes and feeling this intense sense of satisfaction that I was getting my scent all over her. It was a bit awkward to wash her hair while facing each other, but I took my time, rinsing the shampoo out when I was done.

The body wash was the part I'd been looking forward to most, and as I soaped up my hands, I smirked at her, then washed every inch of her thoroughly. Mira moaned as I massaged the muscles in her shoulders, arms, and hands, but her breathing quickened when I started on her legs. Soaping them all the way up to her thighs, I sat on my haunches in front of her but I didn't touch her pussy just yet.

I steered clear of it for now, but I sure as hell enjoyed the view, watching carefully as the bare flesh became more swollen right in front of my eyes. My dick twitched under my trunks, so desperate that I was pretty sure I was leaking precome, which didn't happen to me very often.

I groaned and leaned forward, using my slippery hands to push her thighs further apart and bending my head between them. Mira's palms fled to the tiled wall behind her, her head falling back and a loud moan echoing through the room as I licked my tongue through her folds.

Oh, god. Yes . I loved the taste of this woman. I swore, there was every chance I was getting addicted to it.

Mira's taste. Her moans. The way her body trembled and shook?

All of it had entranced me, lured me right in and had refused to release me from its grasp. As I sucked her hard clit into my mouth, her hips bucked and a whimper rang out, and as if I'd needed any further encouragement, she threaded her fingers into my hair and held me to her.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

A growling, mewling noise pierced the air, and it took me a moment to realize it'd come from me. Shit. What the hell was that?

Whatever it had been, it made her start moving against my face, and when her hips began thrusting, I stopped trying to figure it out and put my focus back where it belonged—on her. After rinsing my hands in the spray that kept raining down on us, I finally slid my palms up her thighs and teased her entrance with my fingers, pushing one into her heat as I kept laving at her clit.

Her inner muscles worked the digit, contracting around it as her grip on my hair tightened and her hips started moving faster. I brought my free arm up and wrapped it around her hips, holding her firm against the wall when I felt her starting to come apart.

As she came, I nearly went over the edge myself, flexing my thighs and forcing my own hips to keep still. I'd never come in my pants before. Not even as a teenager, but this woman did things to me I couldn't deny or explain.

After licking her clean, I slid up the length of her body, my eyes on hers as I brought my head down to kiss her again. As soon our lips met, I was surprised by the ferocity of her kiss and it took everything in me to not just drop my trunks and fuck her against the wall.

But I had bigger plans.

Slowing the kiss a little, I pushed her back under the spray and made sure all the suds were rinsed off before I finally broke away from her lips completely. Without saying anything, I took her hand and led her out of the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around her shoulders before haphazardly tying another around my waist.

"On the bed," I commanded, my voice filled with a ring of authority that surprised me as much as her kiss had.

Mira's chest was still rising and falling fast, her cheeks glowing as she nodded, drying herself off as she made her way out of my bathroom on visibly shaky legs. I watched her go, pressing a palm down flat over my cock in an attempt to convince it to just hang the fuck on.

I groaned at the contact, inhaling deeply as I finally pushed off the trunks, dried off and dropped the towel on the floor. Then I strode into the bedroom after her completely naked. Mira had spread herself out on my bed, her head just above the pillows as she kept herself propped up on her elbows.

Her legs were placed loosely beside one another, but she'd left the towel next to the bed so at least she was still naked. I strode right up to the foot of my bed, taking her in on the mattress with her wet hair almost black against the stark white bedding.

On the top level of my penthouse apartment, my bedroom had two and a half walls of glass looking out over the city. The bed was nestled between two built-in nightstands with a low wall between them acting as a headboard.

It was situated in the center of the spacious room and faced the corner made by the walls of glass. I'd often felt like I slept on top of the world, able to see as far in each direction as the weather allowed while no one was able to see me.

While I had had women here before, it didn't happen often and it'd never made me feel like I wanted to put them on display for the world to see they were mine. With Mira, however, that was exactly how I felt.

That possessive beast inside wanted the entire city to know who she belonged to like it needed a public claiming to satisfy it. Logically, I knew there was nothing public about it. No one could see in here since the glass was tinted, but logic wasn't playing much of a role here tonight.

I focused on her, my hands reaching for her ankles to spread them apart just a little. Her pussy was still swollen and glistening, and I smiled. "Get on all fours."

Part of me expected her to argue, but she didn't. Nodding as she sat up, she turned over and glanced back at me once she was in position. "Like this?"

"Yes. I want you looking at the city for this. I want you to see the lights in the apartments around us and the cars on the streets below, and I want you to know that I don't care who sees us or who knows. Right now, for tonight, you're mine."

As I said it, I got on my knees on the mattress behind her, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and rolling it on before I lined myself up with her entrance. Mira nodded, her fingers curling into the sheets as she lowered her chest a fraction closer to the bed, effectively presenting me with her ass.

One day, I'll claim that part of her too. But not today.

I was much too impatient for that tonight. Especially when I slid into her wet heat, my hands flying to her hips and gripping them tight as I thrust home. Mira's fingers tightened, scrunching the sheets between them as she let out a loud moan.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I fought to regain a semblance of self-control, but with her tight muscles fluttering around her and her body trembling in front of my own, I surrendered to my baser instincts, taking her hard and fast and chasing the release I'd been desperate for all day.

Mira's head bowed, her moans running into each other as she pushed back against me. When she reached between her legs and started strumming her clit like a rock star playing the lead guitar during the most important performance of his life, I lost it.

Pleasure raced through me as her body seized up, and she screamed my name as she came. I followed her over the edge, the climax ripping through me as I exploded deep inside her. When I collapsed next to her after, I pulled her into my arms and held her tight, wondering just how the fuck Slate expected me to let her go.