Logan leaned over in his seat and looked across the rows of full tables. “As much as I support risk taking, I think we should probably hold off until we get back to the guesthouse or the yacht.” Of course, by the time they made it back to the guesthouse, they didn’t even wait for the door to close behind them before they threw themselves at each other.
Eighteen
As soon as they were inside the house, Logan let instinct take over. He didn’t even bother shutting door behind himself. He didn’t bother turning on the lights. He had to have her. Right there, right then. The wine and the beer and the flirting had filled his head with pleasant haze, but he wanted more, he wanted her. The first kiss was hot and hard, and just increased his desire. Logan wanted to rip off her clothes and kiss every inch of her, her breasts and her stomach and her back. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and make her cry out in excitement again and again. He scanned the room and tried to plot his next move, but Callie kissed his neck and ran her hands over his chest. Damnit, he couldn’t think when he was around her. He couldn’t wait another second. The bedroom was too far. The couch was too far. He reached down and pulled her up into the air, placing her on the kitchen counter as he pulled his shirt up over his head.
Callie’s hair was half over her face, and he brushed it aside as he kissed her again. She had pulled the straps of her dress down off her her shoulders, and it made him weak in the knees to see how beautiful she looked in the moonlight that flooded in through the windows and the open door. God she was beautiful. Whenever the light changed, or he saw her wear her hair a different way or he saw her from a different angle, or she caught him looking at her and glowered at him with those gorgeous eyes, he was reminded of how beautiful she was, how every line and angle of her body was perfect. She pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. There in the half dark, for half a moment, as he reached down and kissed her stomach, he wondered what he had done to deserve such an incredible woman, but then he pulled moved lower and felt her heat and his desire took over again. He grabbed her thighs and her ass as he kissed between her legs and listened to her cry out. Each moan of pleasure made him want her more, and as her body tensed with climax, he knew he couldn’t wait much longer to be inside her.
He fumbled with his belt and let his pants drop to the ground as Callie kept her legs wrapped around his neck. He wanted to make her come again, he wanted to make her as delirious with desire as he was. He was so hard it hurt. He had never wanted anyone this badly in his life, and yet he wanted to wait, he wanted her to feel this too. “Logan,” Callie moaned between cries of delight, “I need you. Please, I need you. Take me to the bedroom.”
He picked her up and carried her across toward the bedroom. Her body trembled as he kissed her and slid his hands up her back. Each one of her heavy breaths just made him more excited. She ran her hands over his bare hips and grabbed his erection, running her hand over it as he placed her down on the bed. He moaned. As he climbed into bed and kissed her again, positioning himself on top of her, he wondered how a woman like her had fallen for him. Then he drove himself deep inside her, and the world grew quiet, and he pushed into her again and again until a pleasure beyond words cried out inside him, and he realized that Callie was shouting too, her cries crashing through the room in rhythm with his thrusts until finally, she dug her fingers into his back and he closed his eyes as the breath rushed from his lungs as he came.
“Logan,” Callie half moaned, half-whispered as she tried to catch her breath. He stayed there, inside of her, and he kissed her collarbone, and slid his fingers through hers as he listened to her breath. He wanted to fall asleep inside her like that. He wanted to wake up with his body tangled in hers, and he wanted to see that grin on her face as she told him not to be so much like himself.#p#分页标题#e#
“Callie,” he whispered after a long silence. Shit. This wasn’t just sex anymore. He was in love.
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Logan had been lying in bed next to Callie for the better part of an hour, letting himself drift in that gray area between hazy contentment and sleep, but when his phone phone buzzed on the nightstand, he jolted up and grabbed it. He had forgotten all about the text he had sent earlier in the day. Why the hell did Jack have to get back to me right now? Couldn’t he wait for the morning? Out of everyone in the world, Jack should have been able to guess what he was up to. Logan rubbed his eyes as he scanned through the message. “I’m free tomorrow morning. 8am work for you?”