Heart Strings

“We’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

We hurried away, stopping when Logan needed to shake hands and accept a compliment. The last person who stopped our leaving was Bobby. He stepped in front of Logan, halting his forward progress.

“You are fucking awesome. Your talent.” He clapped Logan’s arms. “I can’t get over your talent, man. Your words blow me away.”

Logan smiled—a genuine one—and laughed. “You sang them. They loved you.”

Bobby shook his head. “They loved us, man. Your music—my voice.” He beamed. “Although when you join me, it’s pure poetry.”

Logan frowned. “You know my thoughts on that subject.”

Bobby met my eyes, chuckling. “Talk to this stubborn fool, all right, Lottie?”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I smiled. “Logan is rather stubborn. It’s part of his charm.”

Bobby smirked in agreement. “I know. And I’m grateful for him agreeing to be my partner in this. But—”

Logan interrupted him. “Listen, Bobby. We’ll talk more tomorrow. I have someplace to be.”

Bobby looked at us and the way Logan was holding my hand snug to his chest. A slow, knowing look spread over his face. He winked. “My car is at the back door. I’ll get my driver to take you.”

Logan nodded, his voice tight. “Perfect.”In the darkness of the back seat, Logan was all over me. He touched me, his long fingers stroking along my skin, delving under my coat, and pulling my blouse from the waistband of my skirt. He drifted his hands up and down my spine, tracing the bones as he kissed my skin, licked his way up my neck, swirling his tongue on the sensitive area behind my ear.

“I am going to fucking take you tonight,” he promised darkly, his voice a low hum in my ear. “Every inch of you, I’m claiming.” He squeezed my ass, kneading it firmly. “Every inch.”

I tried not to whimper, but I failed.

“If you don’t want this, tell me now.”

I remained silent.

At my building, he pulled me from the back seat, not even waiting for the driver to get out. In the elevator, his eyes burned with intensity, reminding me of that first night. Thank goodness it was only a short ride up, or I might have attacked him in the elevator. Logan was right behind me as I hurried down the hall. He already had his key out, sliding it into the lock. The door was barely shut before he was on me again. My coat was yanked from my shoulders and tossed away. I pulled his off, hearing the thump on the floor as the leather hit the wood. His mouth covered mine, his tongue deep and carnal as he kissed me. Cool air hit my back as my vest and blouse disappeared. I pushed his vest off his arms and tore at his buttons, ripping his shirt open, desperate to feel his skin. His nimble fingers made short work of my skirt. I started to pull back, and he shook his head with a low growl.

“The boots stay on.”

Then I was pressed against the wall, trapped between his heat and the hard, smooth surface. He kissed me with everything in him. His chest rubbed my lace-covered breasts, abrading my sensitive nipples. I cried out as he yanked down the cups, making my breasts spill over. He teased them with his tongue and lips, pulling on the nipples until they were wet, red, and swollen. He pinned my hands over my head and slid one heavy thigh between my legs, grinding into me. He watched me the entire time, his gaze wild.

“I’m going to fuck you here, Lottie,” he promised. “Then over the back of that sofa. You’re going to come like you’ve never come before, you understand me?” He slipped his hand between my legs, finding me slick and ready for him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Look how sexy you are, wearing your boots and your racy thigh highs, your tits swollen from my mouth, and your pussy all wet and hot for me.” He licked at the corner of my mouth. “You want this, don’t you? You want me to fuck you hard.”

His dirty words, his need, everything about this moment was so deliciously intense, so overwhelming and hot, I was certain I was going to combust. I undulated against his hand.

“Please, Logan.”

“Please what?” he teased, sliding one finger inside me. “Tell me what you want, Lottie. I’ll give it to you, baby. I’ll give it all to you.”

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, breathless and needy.

I cried out when he removed his hand from me, then I began to shake as his pants hit the floor, the thunk of the metal belt loud as it dropped. He lifted me higher.

“Wrap those sexy boots around me, baby. I want to feel those heels dig into my skin as I take you.”