Command Control

This time, he didn’t second-guess. He stood, crossing the rug in two steps. Keeping one foot on the ground, he placed his knee beside her thigh and straddled her legs, careful to keep his weight off her. But his erection strained against his jeans, desperate to touch her naked flesh.

Not yet. More than a year of celibacy was a helluva long time, but he’d take this slow if it killed him. He wanted to make it good for her. Not just to boost his ego, but because he needed to see her pleasure.

“Touch me,” she said.

Leaning forward, Logan lowered his hands to her shoulders. Pressing his thumbs into her T-shirt, he began to rub her back, finding the knots by her shoulder blades and applying gentle pressure.

“Oh, my God, you’re good,” Sadie murmured. “I was hoping for a couple of half-assed attempts to massage my back before you moved south, but you’re amazing. Please don’t stop.”

Logan laughed. “I’m not planning on stopping, but I am going to work my way down your back.”

With his thumbs pressed against either side of her spine, he ran his hands down. His fingers traced the contours of her body. She was slim with gentle curves. She felt damn near perfect. Logan moved past her low back to where her T-shirt met her panties. He continued until he touched her upper thighs.

Beneath him, she gasped, her hips lifting slightly, pushing up into his hands. He squeezed gently, urging her to be still as his hands moved back up over her underwear, slipping beneath the hem of her T-shirt. Touching the smooth, bare skin of her lower back, he began to knead the sore muscles.

He was fully dressed and she hadn’t even touched him yet, but he still had to mentally run through his parachute checklist to keep himself from exploding. She felt so good beneath him. Touching her, it made the rest of the world disappear.

Her muscles tensed beneath his hands as she pushed her upper body off the couch. Resting on her elbows, she looked over her shoulder. Her lips parted and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest tick up a beat.

“You’re great with your hands,” she said. “And I like what you’re doing, but I want more. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Without a word, he withdrew his hands from beneath her shirt. He gently pressed her shoulders, coaxing her to lie flat again. Running his fingers through her long red hair, he brushed it aside. Resting one palm on either side of her waist, he leaned forward until his lips touched the base of her neck. He took his time, trailing kisses down over one shoulder, savoring the sweet taste of her smooth skin. Retracing his path, he ran his mouth over her neck, up to her ear.

He wanted her. Badly. He’d been semihard for hours. Touching her had pushed him perilously close to needing release soon. But he didn’t want to rush her. He’d rather follow her lead and learn what turned her on, what pushed her over the edge.

“I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted, his lips brushing her ear.

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes bright and excited. Her lips curved into a playful smile. “Follow my orders, soldier, and you’ll be fine.”

8

HEAT FLARED IN his eyes. She could feel the tension in his body as he hovered over her. He was pure muscle. Logan could overpower her in a heartbeat. But he was ready and willing to give her control. And that drove her wild. Her body ached with need.

“Lower,” she said. “Touch me lower.”

He shifted his weight, moving down the couch a little. She missed his mouth on her skin. But then his hands slipped under her lace boy-short panties and she forgot about his lips. She shifted beneath him, spreading her legs and offering access.

“Keep going,” she commanded.

He obeyed, drawing her underwear down to the top of her thighs, and then running his hands up over her. Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as he took in the view, not once looking up at her face. His jaw clenched and she knew he wanted to take her further. She arched her lower back, giving him a glimpse of the wet, slick folds between her parted thighs.

“Touch me,” she said.

He ran his fingers down between her legs, teasing her entrance with soft strokes. Sadie closed her eyes. Without waiting for her to ask, he thrust one finger inside her.

“Yes.” She pushed back against his hand, rocking her body. Shifting her hands over her head, she pressed her palms into the arm of the couch, offering more resistance.

“More,” she said, no longer sure if she was giving orders or begging.

He added another finger, thrusting against her in a rhythm designed to drive her wild, hitting a place inside that pushed her so close. He rested his other hand on her low back, running it over her skin toward her thighs.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, closing her eyes tight as the orgasm shook her body from head to toe. He stayed with her, slowly softening his touch before withdrawing his fingers and lifting his other hand off her body.

Through a pleasure-filled haze, Sadie rolled beneath him. She reached for him, pulling Logan against her until his hips pinned her to the couch. Drawing his mouth down to hers, she kissed him hard, her hands gliding down the sculpted planes of his back. She could feel the muscles working beneath his T-shirt.

There was so much tension in this man’s body. And while she wanted to see every inch of him in action, working hard as he thrust into her, right now she wanted him to relax. She wanted to take him to that place where he lost all control and fell mindlessly into pleasure.

Breaking the kiss, Sadie touched her lips to his ear, her hands on his arms. “Your turn, soldier.”