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Hurricane Kisses (The Kisses 6)

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There was an ache deep in my chest for his loss. I had read enough about Travel, Inc. to know that Logan's mother had helped his father start the company and then died in a tragic car accident when Logan was just a boy. The fact that none of the Hayes men ever talked about her in public spoke to the pain they still felt from her passing. Touching her words, I knew I was now part of a very elite few.

“It's a beautiful tribute,” I said quietly.

I looked up at Logan's face. There was just a hint of sadness, but he didn't move my hand from his mother's words. “I think she would have liked you,” he replied. Smiling, he banished any remaining traces of sadness from his eyes. “Do you have any tattoos?”

I shook my head. “No, I almost got a butterfly on my lower back when I turned eighteen, but I didn't have a good reason for it, other than being eighteen. But then I realized that I wouldn't care about being eighteen in a year, but that tattoo would be with me forever. I decided then that my tattoos should have meaning. Like yours.”

I touch

ed the words on his chest again. Logan reached down and took my chin in his fingers, raising my face to look at him. He smiled, soft and sweet. It melted what was left of my heart into a puddle. Slowly, he pulled me to him and kissed me again.

I closed my eyes and reveled in his kiss. I didn't want to open them; I was afraid that this was a dream and I would wake up at any moment to find that this sexy, handsome, funny man was all in my imagination. I didn't even care that he was insanely wealthy. He liked me and found me attractive. Stubborn, perfectionist, goofy me. It had to be a dream.

The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

I pulled back, gasping for breath. Logan's eyes burned with desire, drawing me to him like a moth to the flame. I reached behind me and tugged on the short zipper that held my dress together. Logan's pupils dilated as the tight fabric loosened. I held it to my chest for a moment, my heart speeding out of control. This was the moment of truth. I let the dress fall. He stared, open mouthed and completely enthralled.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he finally whispered, raising his eyes from my body. I blushed. The look on his face made me feel incredibly feminine and wanted. Desire poured from him as I tugged on the hem and wiggled out of the dress, leaving nothing behind but my heels and a pretty little lacy panty.

As Logan let out a strained breath, a thrill went through me. Granted, I wasn't the most experienced girl in the world, but no man had ever looked at me like that. His reaction was genuine and empowering. I could easily see the effect I was having on him, and it made me want him all the more.

I kissed him, this time pressing my bare chest against his. He groaned into my lips, wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me more tightly against him. I shifted my legs, lifting one and sliding it across his lap until I was straddling him. The bulge of his erection pressed through his pants and up toward the lace of my underwear. I rocked gently against him, wanting to do far more than just that.

Cupping one of my breasts in his palm, he stroked my nipple with his thumb until it grew taut. A string of desire ran straight from that nipple into the depths of my core and sent vibrations of lust throughout my whole being. I couldn't stop my hands from tracing down the line of his stomach, lower and lower to his waistline. It only took me a moment to undo the belt and the button below it so I could slide my hand into his pants.

We both gasped as I touched him. He was hard and ready. I caressed the stretched fabric of his briefs, feeling the heat and strength of his erection increase with every touch. His visceral reaction turned me on more than I could imagine. It made me braver, made me want more, made me take more.

“Lie down,” he commanded, putting his hands on my hips. I cocked my head, and he grinned, lifting me off of him and onto the longer limo seat. He pushed his pants down, kicking them and his shoes to the side as he knelt on the floor by my feet. Excitement bubbled in my stomach at the wonderful things he could do from that position.

With strong hands, he bent one of my legs up on the seat and spread the other wide so my foot touched the floor. I was deliciously exposed to him. With a feather-light touch, he ran his fingers up from sensitive skin of my inner thigh, up to the lacy edge of my panties. Just feeling his fingers brush across my most erogenous zone made me gasp. He chuckled, and did it again.

I lay my head back and watched his reflection in the blue mirrors of the ceiling as he pulled on the stretchy lace band and slowly removed my underwear. I lay bare for him, wearing nothing but heels and a smile as he spread my legs further and dipped his head to taste me.

The first lick was wet and warm and sent me shooting into the stratosphere with pleasure. He hummed and teased, using his tongue, lips and teeth to deliver the most exquisite torture. I arched and writhed under his touch, but he never stopped pushing me to the edge of what I could tolerate. The fire he had started within me was flashing with white heat, and the deep need to be filled growing more insistent. I skittered over the edge of oblivion, gasping as I froze and shook, lost to the erotic waves coursing through every fiber of my being.

When I came back to my senses, the ache to be filled, to have him inside of me was unbearable. I would have done anything to have him complete me.

“Please,” I whimpered, raising my head to look at his handsome face. “I want you.”

The air was charged with electric anticipation. My eyes drifted across his face, letting the hunger for him show through. He nodded sharply, reaching for his pants. In less than a heartbeat, he had his briefs off and a condom ready. I couldn't take my eyes from his body, watching as he came closer and then slowly prepared to join me.

It was heaven. He filled me to the hilt, sliding in and out to a slow, sensual beat that drove me wild. I arched and writhed against his strength, gasping his name as he filled me again and again. He was like no other lover I had ever had. He completed me in the most physical and carnal way possible.

He panted, increasing his rhythm as lust overtook him. With a sweet shock, I realized it was me that was making him pant, making him lose himself. I shuddered against him, letting him claim me for his own. Sweet climax washed over me, and I cried out in ecstasy. He took my body and gave me his in return. Logan's low, ragged groan answered my cry as he followed me over the edge and into pure pleasure.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and found him smiling warmly down at me. I had to consciously relax my hands from his back; I had been clinging to him with a desperation that surprised me. I never wanted this moment to end. Here in his arms, I was safe and warm. I felt loved, though I knew it was too early for me to have the right to say it out loud.

“Logan?” I murmured, enjoying the way his name felt on my lips.

“Hmm?” he answered, smiling down at me with those beautiful brown eyes.

“That was wonderful,” which was a complete understatement. There was no word in the human language that described just how wonderful it had been.

“I agree.” He shifted his weight slightly, giving me more space but still staying within me. I never wanted him to leave me. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a cocky grin. “Can I call you again? I know this great little Italian restaurant with an even better parking lot.”

I giggled. “That would be great.”

He kissed me gently before slowly moving away. I ached for more as he left me, wanting to be close to him forever. He rummaged through the bar until he found some napkins. Together we cleaned up and slowly put our clothes back on. I wondered if the limo driver was in the front seat yet or if he was still flirting with the waitress.



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