Fyre & Revenge (18 page)

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Jesus Christ,
the way this man kissed should be illegal! It was all Rae could do
not to melt into a puddle on the rug in front of him. Instead she
settled for smoothing her hands over the front of his shirt,
crumbling the fabric in nerveless fingers. He moved, turning her in
mid-kiss. Cradled in his arms he lowered her to lie on her back in
front of the fire. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin at the
nape of her neck as he leaned over her.

The firelight
turned his pale eyes to amber. Amber laced with a dark expression
that made her shiver as he reached out, winding a strand of her
hair around his finger.

“You’re
beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” His soft words captivated her,
curled around her heart, and Rae was lost. This was wrong, she knew
it was wrong. She wasn’t who he thought she was; she wasn’t his
wife, and to let him carry on with thinking that was a huge breach
of trust.

“Logan.” Her
hand stopped him before he could kiss her again. He did and she
wouldn’t have the strength to stop this, to put things right.

He paused,
looking down at her in concern. “What’s the matter love? Am I going
too fast? I’m sorry… I’ll stop… I shouldn’t have pushed you.” He
sat up, his back to her as he looked into the fire broodingly.
Behind him Rae sat up slowly, worry and nerves twisting in her
gut.

“I’m sorry.” He
sighed, a deep heartfelt sigh and racked a hand through his close
cropped hair. His hand was shaking.

“I don’t want
to screw this up. I have this weird feeling I won’t get a second
chance.” He paused and laughed. A derisive little sound that pulled
at Rae’s heart-strings. “But then I kiss you and I can’t help
myself. You’re driving me mad, Rae.”

She crept
forwards, her hand stealing out to touch him on the arm. A gentle
touch to reassure, to give comfort. His hand closed over hers. He
looked over his shoulder, the expression in his eyes one of
anguish.

“Please Rae,
just let me hold you.” He begged and she was lost. She couldn’t
refuse a plea like that, not from another person only wanting
comfort. She nodded, settling against him as he lay down on his
back and pulled her into his arms. She rested her cheek on his
chest and closed her eyes. Comfortable in front of the fire and
nestled against the length of his body, she started to drift
off.

Logan felt the
instant her body started to relax, and smiled up at the ceiling.
Everything was going perfectly. She’d had a long day and had been
on her feet for most of it. The hot bath had been calculated to
relax her and with a full stomach she’d actually started to nod
off. Far from being annoyed Logan was pleased. It meant she was
getting more comfortable with him. Which meant he could move the
evening into phase two. Sure, he’d gotten the champagne, but
getting a woman drunk to seduce her was for amateurs. Logan’s game
was far longer reaching.

He rolled to
his side, careful not to disturb her too much. She murmured a
little at the change in position, her eyes opening for a second and
fluttering closed again. Yeah, she was almost under. Almost but not
quite. Leaning in he brushed his lips against hers, sighing in
pleasure as she responded, the warm silk of her lips moving against
his.

He moved half
over her to deepen the kiss, a thrill running through him as she
responded automatically. Her eyes flicked open as she came to, for
which Logan was grateful. He was into seduction, not rape. Taking
an insensible woman was unforgiveable, and sort of sick in his
opinion. No, she had to be aware of her surroundings, capable of
making her own decisions. This evening was about lowering her
inhibitions. Making her comfortable and getting past her guard. He
wanted the thrill of her surrender, of being so swept away and
turned on she couldn’t resist him.

He carried on
kissing her, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her lips. A
silent request for access to their honeyed recesses. She stiffened
a little and he held his breath. Surely she wasn’t going to stop
him? Pressed against her from breast to thigh, he could feel her
heart pounding, knew she was as affected by this as he was.

Triumph filled
him as she relaxed, opening up for him. A thrill shot through him,
through his veins and straight to his cock, as he deepened the
kiss. A groan escaped him as he swept his tongue into her mouth,
drinking at her lips as though he couldn’t get enough. He never
would be able to get enough of this; the thought hit him from
nowhere as his hand swept up her side. He needed to touch her,
needed to get these clothes off her and bury himself up to the hilt
in her softness.

His need
transmitted itself to Rae, a shiver running through her body as his
hands caressed the curve of her waist. Large hands which pushed the
fabric of her top up so his hand could slide against her bare skin.
His touch left fire in its wake, a tingling trail along her ribs.
His thumb swept the under curve of her breast, not quite touching
it but near enough to have Rae gasping. Under her t-shirt her
nipples beaded, visible as they pushed against the thin fabric of
her bra. Absently she was grateful she’d picked nice underwear that
matched, rather than the mix-matched underwear she normally
wore.

His lips
nibbled and drank at hers, blocking any chance she might have had
of forming a coherent thought sometime this century, before he
moved along her jaw and down her neck. Her back arched
automatically, her body accepting and welcoming his touch even as
her mind started to slide into blissful oblivion.

How long was it
since she’d had sex? Not since… Her mind tried to count up and came
to a tally which surprised her. God, it can’t have been
that
long could it? Three years without sex? No wonder she
was ready to leap on the first guy to show an interest. Another
shiver hit her, a wave of goose bumps rising over her skin as he
pushed her top up higher, baring her stomach.

She sucked her
breath in as he moved down, planting gentle kisses over the newly
revealed skin. Why had no one told her the stomach was an erogenous
zone? A moan tried to break free from her lips as he worked his way
around, adding small licks between his kisses until the fabric of
her top stopped him. He started to lift up but Rae moved, stopped
him, making a decision and reaching down to pull the fabric up and
over her head, discarding it over her head.

She watched him
nervously, lying underneath him in her bra and jeans, and putting
the details of how they came to be here at the back of her mind.
She wanted this, needed this. No man had touched her this way
before, had made her this hot with just a few touches. But now that
she was here and he was looking at her in all her glory, she was
nervous. Shivery, shaky kneed and hot. She wasn’t the supermodel
type, she knew that, but she had a good figure, curves in the right
places.

His eyes flared
with heat as they travelled over her. “Gorgeous,” he murmured.
“Just fu… gorgeous.” His last words were muffled as he leaned down
and buried his face in her cleavage. She had an impressive cleavage
and her bra displayed it to best advantage. His lips branded her
skin as he kissed down the valley between her breasts, then over
the soft mounds where they pushed up against black satin
fabric.

“Sorry babe,
this is pretty but it’s got to go.” Rae didn’t get chance to argue
or even absorb the words, Logan’s fingers snaking between her
breasts to flick the catch on her bra. She gasped as it fell away,
her breasts spilling from their confinement into his waiting hands.
The next second his hot lips closed over one sensitive nipple,
sucking it into the warm cavern of his mouth and suckling. This
time the moan did escape, a soft breathy sound of complete arousal
which had him smiling against the silky skin of her breast.

“Oh you like
that? Good, because I like doing it… I like the way you feel, how
you taste…” Logan’s voice was sheer temptation as he fondled her
breasts, his hands cupping and shaping them. He held them in place,
lavishing attention on them until Rae was nearly squirming under
him and begging him to take her, to fuck her, there and then.

“Logan…” Her
hands smoothed over his shoulders, along the side of his neck,
through his hair. Anywhere she could touch him. She didn’t care,
she needed to touch him.

“It’s okay
babe, I know.” His hands stroked down her rib cage and lower. “How
about we get rid of these now, hmmm?” His fingers started worked at
the fastener and zip of her jeans but he was too slow for Rae. With
a small sound of impatience she pushed his hands away, unsnapping
them herself and pushing them down her legs with quick movements.
Finally she managed to kick them off, her attention on him.

His nostrils
flared slightly as the rest of her body was revealed to him, naked
except for the tiny scrap of satin masquerading as underwear. He
didn’t say anything, stripping off his own shirt, a dark look in
his eyes which made Rae quake with need and anticipation.

She’d never
seen anything quite as erotic in her life. The look in Logan’s eyes
as he looked at her was sheer lust, terrifying and beautiful.
Primal in its intensity. She reached a hand out to smooth down his
naked chest, fingers flicking over his flat male nipple gently
before smoothing down his stomach to the impressive hardness
tenting the front of his jeans.

“Oh no doll,
not yet.” His voice was somewhere between a growl of warning and
one of need. “Touch me at the moment and I’ll lose control, you’ll
be flat on your back under me before you can blink.”

A thrill of
pleasure shot through Rae at his words, pleasure and triumph that
she had so much control, that she could reduce him that.

“Oh yeah? And
if that’s what I want?” She grew bolder and moved her hand down to
massage him through the denim. His hand closed around her wrist,
his eyes locked on hers as he pulled her hand away gently.

“I have other
plans, like making you scream with pleasure a couple of times
beforehand.” He pushed her back down to lie on her back. He scooted
down, his hand stroking down her front as he knelt between her
thighs. Parting them with one hand he used the other to roll one of
her nipples between his fingers.

“Logan,
plea—”

He chuckled and
gave in, trailing a finger up her inner thigh towards the part of
her which ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched hard as he drew
closer and closer to the damp scrap of satin between her thighs.
But when he reached it he didn’t give Rae the touch she desperately
needed, instead skipping over and stroking down the other side. She
groaned in frustration, driving her hands in her hair, her back
arching helplessly as he did it again. Teasing her, making her
hotter and wetter with need.

“You’re a
tease,” she accused, peeking down at him through the tangled mess
her hair had become. He grinned up at her unrepentantly as he
slowly dragged her thongs down her legs.

“Sweetheart,
you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He promised as he settled down. Her
eyes fluttered closed, the first touch of his lips by her knee
making her jump a little. Oh god, how embarrassing, she was so
turned on that a kiss on the inside of her knee nearly made her
come!

Her breathing
stuttered, air difficult to draw into her lungs as he worked his
way up her inner thigh. Doing exactly the same as he had on her
stomach, soft kisses and small licks. She shivered, anticipating
the touch of his tongue probing her folds, the first brush of his
warm tongue against her clit. Her body tightened hard as he got
closer, his hands spreading her thighs to allow him better access.
Rae moved eagerly at his silent order. She bit her lip as he used
his thumbs to spread her, anticipating his first touch… and nearly
howled as he moved his hands, kissing down the inside of her other
thigh.

“You’ve got to
be fucking kidding me!” If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going
to explode from sheer need and frustration. She started to lift up,
to drag him to where she needed him most, when he chuckled and
moved.

The first stab
of his tongue into her heated flesh took her by surprise. A whimper
escaped as he spread her folds again and slowly licked all the way
up from her entrance to her clit. Once he’d found the small nub of
flesh he stopped, licking and nibbling, drawing it into his mouth
and suckling until Rae moaned aloud in pleasure.

“Oh god yeah,
that feels good.” She encouraged him, her hips rocking as he played
her body expertly. As though he knew exactly where and how to touch
her to bring her to instant arousal, knew which parts of her were
the most sensitive, which touches and strokes she liked the best.
If she hadn’t known better even she’d have been misled into
thinking he was actually her husband, he seemed to know her body so
well.

He slid his
finger into her pussy, eliciting a loud moan from her. A moan that
was nothing compared to the one she gave as he added a second blunt
ended digit. His fingers moved in and out of her body, fucking
her.

She bit her
lip, trying to hold in her moans. Trying to hold back the impending
climax as he curled his fingers up inside her, finding the
sensitive spot hidden behind her pelvis, and stroking it.

“Come for me
Rae.” He urged between licks and sucks at her clit. “I want to hear
you scream, hear my name on your lips.”

She shivered,
trying to hold on as long as she could, but it was impossible. With
a small cry her body tightened, hips bucking against him as white
hot pleasure radiated out from her core to fill every cell in her
body. She moaned, riding the sensual waves as he slid his fingers
from her.

Her back
arched, her hands cupping her breasts as he watched her, standing
up to pull his jeans and boxers off with short, jerky movements.
His erection bobbed up, freed from its confinement to stand proud
against his taut belly.