“I doubt anyone is in the alley. And this section is hidden from the front window. It’s just you and me,” she said. “So how about we start with your shirt.”
She folded her arms in front of her chest to keep from touching while Logan drew his T-shirt overhead. He tossed it aside, but she didn’t see where it landed. Those muscles—most men could work out for the next ten years and never look this good, this solid. Sadie’s mouth went dry and her hands ached to touch.
“Your turn,” he said.
The site of his sculpted chest and oh-my-God eight-pack abs almost had her melting in a puddle at his feet. Almost.
“I think you forget who is giving the orders here. Lose the pants and the boots.”
Logan arched an eyebrow. He bent down and pulled off his boots. Then his hand touched the button on the top of his jeans. She watched his zipper slide down. A second later, his pants hit the floor. No boxers or briefs. Sadie licked her lips, unable to take her eyes off the long, hard length of him. She moved closer, watching as small drops of liquid spilled from the head of his cock.
“Sadie—” He wasn’t begging, but he was close.
Standing so close she could reach out and touch him, she said, “Hands over your head. Hold on to the shelves.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His tone was playful, yet heavy with desire as he followed her orders. He was enjoying this. There was no question.
Still fully dressed, she sank to her knees in front of him. “Keep your hands where they are. Don’t let go.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Every good soldier follows orders.” Not that she’d ever had one at her mercy before. The men she’d dated in New York didn’t come close to Logan’s raw power. Their muscles came from long hours in the gym, not battling terrorists. The things this man was capable of probably pushed the boundaries of her imagination. Yet, he was here. Al
l hers.
Slowly, gently, she ran her tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip. She wrapped her lips around the head, enjoying the salty taste of him. Wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft, she drew him into her mouth.
“Christ, Sadie.”
Still stroking him with her hand, she glanced up at his face. He was watching her; his body tense with need and something that looked a lot like awe.
Sadie froze, her hand holding him tight. This meant something to him. It wasn’t just about pleasure. Being here with her, it was a way to move forward and prove to himself that he wasn’t drowning. Not anymore.
She’d only known him a few days. They’d both agreed this was a fling. Just sex. Nothing more. But there was more emotion tied to every action, every touch than she’d experienced, especially when kneeling before a naked man.
Taking the look in his eyes as a challenge, she lowered her head and kissed the tip of his erection. “Relax, soldier. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”
“Sadie—”
She ran her lips down to meet her fingers. Moving her hand with her mouth, she repeated the action.
“Ah, hell, that’s good.”
She had a feeling that wasn’t what he’d planned to say. But whatever it was, it didn’t matter. She lifted her gaze, her mouth still moving up and down his cock, and saw him watching her. The way he looked at her—she ached to feel him against her skin, to feel his hands on her as he thrust into her. But not yet.
They had all night for sex. Right now, she wanted to give him an orgasm that made him forget the pain he carried around day after day. For a few precious moments, she wanted to infuse his world with pleasure.
* * *
LOGAN WATCHED AS Sadie took him so deep he felt the back of her throat. His fingers dug into the bookcase, itching to reach down and hold her head while he thrust into her mouth.
But he refused to defy her instructions. He didn’t need the extra ammunition. Being in the same room with Sadie sent his body into red alert. Still, listening to her issue commands took him up a notch.
He hit the back of her throat a second time. “I’m going to come.”
Without a word, she cupped him with one hand while the other continued to work his shaft. Ah, Christ. Her hands teased him, pushing him so damn close.
Logan had his orders. But by this point he was ready and willing to risk disciplinary action to touch her. He released the bookcase and lowered his arms. Weaving his fingers into her hair, he rocked gently, keeping pace with her, no longer caring who was in control.