The Billionaire's Kiss(34)

This kiss was different. There was no hesitation, no subtlety. She wanted him, and he wanted her, and as Logan slid his tongue against Callie's lower lip, he pressed his body against hers. He could feel her heat, her arousal, and a wave of need crashed through him. He ran his hands up her bare thighs. Her skin was so smooth and soft. By the time he reached her hips, he could barely contain his excitement. He was hard with arousal. He pulled her tight against himself and leaned in harder to her kiss. He held her with one hand and ran the other over her shirt, reaching for the top button. "I need you," he whispered.

Callie didn't say anything in response, but she kissed his neck and held herself against him. With his hand over her chest, he felt the hint of her nipple, and he traced his finger back toward the collar, fumbling with the buttons one by one as he opened the shirt, exposing more of her skin with each movement. He couldn't wait to tear that shirt off. He wanted to get beneath, wanted to expose every inch of her feminine form. By the time he reached her belt, he was delirious with excitement, and he pulled it hard, unbuckling it and tossing it onto the floor. He was so excited, so entranced by Callie that he had barely noticed her doing the same thing to him. God, every inch of her was perfect.

By the time he had undone the final button, he was surprised to find that his shirt was open, too, and his belt undone. Callie was already running her hands over the ridges of his ribs as she kissed his chest. “Now,” she whispered between breaths. Then she raised her lips back to his, and he knew he couldn't wait another moment to have her.

The warmth of her body against his body thrilled him, and as he felt her breasts and her stomach and her hips pressed against him, he felt a new surge of arousal. Callie had noticed, too, and she ground herself against his erection as he ran his hands up and down her body. His heart raced, sweat broke out across his body. He could smell her sweet perfume, and he ached to feel himself inside her. He slipped his fingers beneath the straps of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Sliding one hand back between her legs, he felt her heat and her arousal. She moaned with delight, and he knew he couldn't wait another moment.

Logan grabbed Callie's hips and picked her up, placing her down on the bed. He jumped in next to her, and Callie swung her leg over him and settled down on his lap, grinding her hips against his. "Condom," she said. She pulled his boxers off and pressed herself against him again. He swung his arm over to the nightstand and ripped the drawer open, reaching into the back corner to grab the condom. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and pulled it out. Without another word, Callie grabbed it and slid it over his length. "Now," she said.

Logan didn't need to hear another word. He slid his hands over Callie's hips and pulled her down against himself. She moaned into his ear as he sank into her, kissing her, sliding his tongue against hers before she bit down on his lower lip. As he began to thrust, she tensed herself against him and let out a long, hot breath against his cheek. She moved slowly against him only for a moment, and with each motion of his body against hers, each caress, each rock of his hips, she sped the tempo, grinding against him with passionate abandon. They crashed into each other again and again, like waves in a storm, gaining strength and momentum with each passing moment.

Pure pleasure flooded through him as he locked his body against hers in a furious, rhythmic tangle. Each thrust and rock brought him closer and closer to climax, but it was something more than that, something more than sex. He felt connected, like they were two halves of a whole, that when he felt a desire, she moved in response, racing against him in a rising spiral of need and breath and excitement. This was something more than sex. He knew it. This connection was more intense than any he had ever felt. As the pace quickened, Logan tried to hold on longer, but he couldn't. He had to give in. Jesus. He moaned in delight, and he felt the whole world brighten around him. The pleasure pounding inside his head was so intense that he could barely hear Callie's cries of delight, but he felt her fingers dig in as she began to climax, and he closed his eyes and let his mind go blank with bliss.#p#分页标题#e#





Nine

Callie rested her head against Logan's chest and tried to catch her breath. The rain, which had been pelting against the window earlier, had slowed to a drizzle, and through the window, Callie saw the first hints of sun she had seen all day. It could keep raining for all she cared. She wouldn't mind an excuse to spend more time in close quarters with Logan. It might even give her an excuse to let another wave of desire overwhelm her. She hadn't expected to throw herself at him like she had earlier, but she was glad she had. It was the best sex she had ever had, the kind of thing she hadn't thought possible. She felt like every nerve ending in her body had been set ablaze with pleasure, and she wanted more. Her heart was still racing, endorphins pulsed through her body, leaving her pleasantly dazed. Yeah, I could do that again, she thought.