He brushed a strand of wet hair from my cheek. His touch was tender and full of a soft caring that made my heart ache. He had just walked into a hurricane because he cared for me. He wanted me, not just physically, but emotionally too. No one would walk out into a hurricane for just a one-night stand. My throat clenched, afraid of what might come out of his mouth. I tightened my grip on his wet shirt, afraid he would tell me exactly what I wanted to hear.
“Olivia...” It was only one word, but when he said my name, it was the equivalent of a full conversation. It was all the "I'm sorry” that needed to be said. The "it's not your fault," the "I'll fix it," and "I need you." It was everything I wanted to hear him say all wrapped up in my name.
He dipped his head and kissed me again. Pure need overwhelmed the uncertainty and chaos in my mind. I wanted him. I needed to be with him, to have him all for myself. All thoughts of business, history, and reason left and all that remained was my pure desire. I didn't need to be rational. Lust pulsed with a white-hot heat in the middle of my belly. He was the only thing that mattered.
“Yours or mine?” I gasped, pressing my hips up against his. I could feel his need matching mine.
Logan glanced down the hallway, mentally calculating the distances between the closest elevators and each of our rooms. “Mine's closer.”
I nodded, and he grabbed my hand. The two of us sprinted toward the secondary elevator doors that let out by his room. The pleasant ding of the elevator greeted us as we rushed in and hit the button for the third floor.
I was kissing him again the instant the metallic doors slid shut. He tasted like rain, and I couldn't get enough. His hands caressed my body, hot against the cold of my rain-soaked clothes. His every movement was wrought with passion, and I lost myself to his grasping, groping fingers.
My leg wrapped around him of its own accord. I wanted him right then and there in the elevator with our bodies, naked and wet, pressed against the mirrored surface of the elevator's interior. The idea sent heat rushing through me, and I tightened my leg around him. His hands traveled up under my shirt, his palms hot against the damp skin of my ribs.
Someone cleared his throat, startling me out of my reverie. The elevator doors had opened without our knowing it. Two men were staring at us. I recognized them from one of the other travel agencies visiting the resort. The taller of the two cocked an eyebrow at the erotic tableau Logan and I were presenting.
I dropped my leg and scurried out of the elevator, feeling my cheeks reddening in pure embarrassment. Logan was right behind me as we exchanged places with the other guests.
“You two have fun now!” One of the two men called out after us. I didn't have the fortitude to look back and see who it had had been. The heat in my cheeks increased. Logan laughed, though he seemed just as anxious as I was to disappear from their view.
As soon as we were free from their stares, I was back in his arms. The hallway was deserted, which was good, because I couldn't stop kissing him. His kisses grew rougher and more demanding the closer we got to his door. We weaved across the hallway like we were drunk as we made out. He pushed me up against the door to his hotel room, one hand pulling me into him while the other fumbled with his key-card.
I gently tugged on his earlobe with my teeth, arching my hips up and into his groin. Logan missed the slot for his key-card by a mile. He cursed softly, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on my neck. I loved that I had that effect on him.
I heard the lock click as he got the key into the slot, and together we tumbled into the room. Logan pushed me up against the wall as the door slammed shut behind us. His strong hands found my wrists and pinned them above my head while his lips found the hollow of my neck and jaw. I whimpered, completely at his mercy.
His tongue skimmed my jawline and up to my ear. “Say it,” he whispered.
I wanted to resist him, but my mouth couldn't find the words to tell him no. Longing pounded and pulsed through every nerve in my body. I could barely breathe for the pure desire choking me.
“I want you,” I gasped. “So much. Too much.”
This wasn't going to give us a happily-ever-after. This was a mistake and the rational part of me knew it, but I didn't care. I could have him again. He could be mine for a night, just this once more. His touch had haunted my dreams for two years and I was finally going to experience it again. The sensible part of my brain gave up trying to fight. The physical energy and connection between us was too strong. Maybe by giving into him, I could finally forg
et. Maybe this wouldn't live up to the memory I held close to my heart.
Maybe. But so far, it was even better than I remembered.
I could feel him smile against my skin as he dragged his teeth along my shoulder and kissed his way down the collar of my shirt. Goosebumps popped up all over my skin. He nibbled at my collarbone, making me hum with pleasure.
Leaving one hand to keep my wrists pinned to the wall, he dropped the other and slid it up my shirt. He caressed the soft swell of my breast and I could almost feel his touch through the lacy fabric of my bra. My nipple hardened against the fabric as if it was trying to reach him. An eager moan escaped my lips.
He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.
I grabbed at his shirt, finally peeling it off his back and over his head. He kissed me, pressing our chests together. Our skin was sticky from the rain. It was cold and hot at the same time. Reaching one clever hand around me, he deftly unclasped my bra and pulled it out from between us.
Heat flooded through me as every inch of my chest pressed into his solid muscles. I could feel his delicious hardness growing against my thigh. My body ached to have him inside of me. I could barely think of anything else. I needed him to join with me and ease the terrible void he had left for two years.
I slid out of my shoes, kicking them to the side as I wiggled out of my pants. Logan stepped back to watch as I stood before him, wearing nothing but a skimpy purple thong. His pupils dilated again as he took in the view and his mouth opened slightly. After a moment, he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, then kicked off his own shoes.
He towered over me, looking dark, dangerous, and completely sexy. All my doubt, all the fear and reluctance to put myself in his power again, was burned away by the sheer desire covering his face. He craved me like a drug. Had he yearned for me over these past two years? The idea came unbidden and seemed impossible. I shoved it aside for later. With him standing there, looking powerful and hungry as hell, there was no way I was going to say no.
My fingers were on the button to his shorts before I even had to think about it. He groaned slightly as I freed him from the restriction of his clothing. His shorts fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them. His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood.
He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.
His strong hands slid up my legs. From calf to thigh to hip, no inch of skin was left unexplored by his hands. His fingers danced along the tiny purple triangle of fabric covering my front. Electricity skittered from his touch and flashed up my spine like lightning. I couldn't help but shiver as pure lust surged through my system.