Diamonds & Desire: The Priceless Collection (24 page)

She arched as he hungrily moved his mouth on her breasts, gently biting over her bra to draw out her sweet nipples. Her little cry of passion fueled him on. He unclasped the hook, kissing the hot center of her breasts. “Turn over.”

With a seductive smile, she complied, resting on her elbows, trying to watch him from over her shoulder. His cock surged at the sight, but he ignored it. Every part of her turned him on, from her shoulder blades to the smooth column of her back. While he kissed his way down her spine, she lifted her butt and he smiled, gently scraping his teeth on her skin. Smoothing his palm over her ass, he pressed open-mouth kisses on each cheek.

When he played a finger over her wet pussy, she moaned low, lifting her ass higher. He loved how responsive she was with his touch. Inserting his middle finger inside her, his cock twitched to be where his finger was, stroking in and out as she pushed against his hand.

Unable to stand anymore, he flipped her to her back, a fire roaring in his blood.

The first time wouldn’t be slow and sensual; he had to go deep inside her, fast, or go crazy. Next time, he would be sure to take it slow.

He sat up and removed his boxer briefs.

She spread her legs for him, held out her arms, and raked her hands in his hair as he positioned himself at the entrance of her body. Skin to skin, body to body, this was his particular kind of bliss. He came down and kissed her, dipping his tongue in her mouth while he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Her hips rose, and her slickness rubbed against his throbbing cock. Logan gripped her left hip in his hand, and slowly slid inside, her pussy closing around him was the ultimate satisfaction.

She gasped, moaned long, clinging to him.

A low guttural sound vibrated from his throat. God, yes. He began thrusting, one hand holding him up, the other holding her hip.

Jordana bent her leg to her chest, placing it on his shoulder, and he groaned, pumping harder, feverishly. Every stroke inside her took his breath, multiplied the hunger. Logan lost his sight, blind with a lust so pure, he thought he’d die from pleasure, long before a climax.

Jordana threw her head back and cried his name, holding on.

She gripped his buttocks as he rocked inside her with increasing speed, the tip of his cock ready to explode. Wordless rapture seized his mind and induced a crescendo in his heart as he drove into her. It claimed him whole, and everything inside him, whatever was left of him, wanted to reach out and hold on to this woman. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth as if in pain and let out a cry of blissful release.

Out of breath, and spent, he moved to his back and brought her in close to him.

Damn. Now that was better than any make up sex.

“Logan?”

“Hm?”

“I’m never happier than when I am with you,” she whispered.

Emotion clogged his throat and squeezed his chest. He kissed her forehead, overcome. No woman had ever said anything like that to him; he never had that effect. Not to his knowledge. Most of his exes would call him a cold, detached bastard when it came to sex and he knew he deserved it. But Jordana… He was anything but detached. “That was amazing,” he said, downplaying the impact of her words, and smoothly rolling on top of her. “I missed you so much.”

“So you’ve said,” she remarked with a smile, stretching her arms around his neck, “and shown me.”

He bent down to kiss her cheeks, her lips. “I’m about to show you a second time.”

She gave a breathless laugh, turning her head as he explored her neck. “Already? I need a bath.”

“Why? I’ll just get you dirty again.” As he pressed soft kisses under her ear, down her to her shoulder, she shuddered, and a smile tugged at his mouth. “I’ll take one with you.”

“Will you keep your hands to yourself?”

“I don’t exactly plan to read a book while you’re naked and wet in front of me, no.”

Her soft laughter tickled his ear as she arched, starting to slide her hands up his arms, when she gasped. “A book.” She pushed him away until he relented and lifted his head. Her eyes were alight. “Logan, you won’t believe it.” As she scrambled to sit up, he frowned in playful reproach that she’d interrupted his progress, but her growing excitement over what she had to share had him curious.

“What won’t I believe?” he teased, brushing the wild strands from her flushed face.

She broke into a grin, pausing with a deep breath. “I got a contract offer from Triton Press. For three stories.”

The joy on her face, the pride and elation, made his stomach flip. He’d completely forgotten about Triton. “Yes! Yes, of course you did. Oh my…Jordana, that’s incredible news.”

“I got a letter in the mail two weeks ago. I spoke to an editor and the contract is on its way. I still have to pinch myself!” She lowered her lashes, shaking her head. “You were the first person I wanted to tell. But I couldn’t. I thought if I reached out, you would say you didn’t care.”

He did care. After all, he was partly the reason she received this good news. “Oh baby. I’m sorry.” Once again, he cursed his stupidity and his mother’s actions for causing such a rift between them. She kissed him, and a spring of old desperation burst in his chest, thankful he could hear the news with her in his arms. Was her contract offered because he’d called an editor and smooth talked her to moving Jordana’s manuscript to the top? Considering how quickly she’d been contacted, there was a chance. A small pang of guilt hit him, because he sensed she wouldn’t like it if he told her what he’d done. No, he would keep that information to himself for now.

He grinned at her, cupping her pretty face. “We have to celebrate. Tonight. Something excessive and fun and worthy of an up-and-coming children’s author. What do you say?” Holding her waist, he lay on his back so she straddled him, then folded his hands behind his head as she arched a smile, her hair wild around her shoulders.

“Excessive?” She flipped her heavy mane to one shoulder and bent down, resting her hands on his chest and setting her chin on them.

Wow. He must’ve done something right to bring her in his life. “As I see it, we have a few things to celebrate now.” Capturing a lock of her hair, he began making up a plan as he went along. “I’m going to make love to you again, obviously, then we’re going to take a shower. Where I can’t promise I won’t want you all over again, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he smiled as she laughed. “We’ll pick up your car and take it home, and there you can pick up some clothes. You’ll change and get whatever you need for a weekend stay at the all-inclusive Savant estate, and we’ll go out and celebrate your manuscript in style. You game, Miss Shaw? It’s going to be a long night.”

Her slow smile gave him his answer, her passionate kiss stirred his blood, and he ran a hand down the curvature of her back to her delicious bottom. With her pussy hot and moist on him, his cock already started to harden. He could take no more. He thrust his hips up, telling her how much he wanted her again, desperately so, and she melted into him.

Tongue met tongue in a sensual meeting, and he groaned, forever addicted to her flavor. As she moved down and left open-mouthed kisses on his chest, working her way down, Logan closed his eyes.

When her tongue slid down his shaft, he hissed, as she kissed the tip and slid up and down on the sensitive head. Sweet heaven. As she came back up, licking her way from his ribcage, over his nipple, and back to his mouth, he was seized with a desire so powerful, he clenched his teeth and reigned in the compulsion to push her on her back and dominate her body. He told himself he would take it slow the second time.

He would have to renege on his own plan. Again.

Capturing her face, he brought her in for a kiss. Her hand curled around his length, and a moan escaped, for he knew she wouldn’t make him wait long. As she raised her hips and positioned the tip of his member at the entry of pussy, teasing him, he thrust up fast, and shocked her with his impatience. Her cry of pleasure at the sudden penetration, the way she threw her head back, with her nipples high and tight, Logan knew he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

Bucking, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head as her wet sheath gripped his cock so right. The pressure already to an alarming degree, his needs clamoring for more, he brought her breast to his mouth, suckling, licking her nipple, as she held the back of his head to her chest. He licked the soft curve under her breast, and grazed his teeth on the turgid peak. As her hips pumped faster, her slick heat a wild friction on his cock, he met her every thrust.

Damn, he loved fucking her. She was his and his alone, and couldn’t help but think this maddening desire for her meant she was made for him, for his body, his fantasies. No other woman had ever come close.

With possessiveness, he maneuvered her to her back, and sank in deep. She cried out, clutching his shoulders, a stunned look in her eyes.

Mmm, only he could make her come like that. As she spread her legs wider, and took all he gave, the small burn in his groin speared to his cock. It surged to the tip and sucked for a release as he stroked in and out of the tight walls of her pussy. With her every satisfied cry, the thought of ending it nearly saddened him.

It felt too good to stop. It felt too good not to finish.

She whimpered, opening her shining hazel eyes, half-hooded.

Gazing down at her, he saw the naked passion, the tenderness, and devotion, and decided he would lock that image in his mind. “Jordana,” he moaned, slowing, and came down to kiss her succulent lips. Of course, one kiss was never enough, and as she parted her lips and sensually slid her tongue over his, Logan shook with some unnamed feeling.

He was lost in his woman. Never wanting to be found.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Le Coeur, a stylish, hip restaurant and bar on Sacramento Street, could boast numerous accolades, including a top ten San Francisco fine dining award and being voted one of Gayot’s twenty-five best spots for Fall 2014.

It was also co-owned by Deidre Savant.

A simple search online proved the matriarch had her fingers in many public pies. Since her move from Los Angeles after retiring from showbiz, she’d been a very busy lady, her picture taken with everyone from political officials to celebrity chefs.

At first glance, Deidre represented a figure of impeccable breeding and class. Not a hair out of place. Jordana almost couldn’t separate the real Deidre Savant from her character on Heart’s Horizon. She’d won a Daytime Emmy, too. Nothing to sneeze at.

It was a shame amongst all of her good attributes, she also had a meddling dark side.

As Jordana crossed the street, her boldness began to fray. She hadn’t told Logan what she was about to do, knowing he might dissuade her, but she was determined to meet his mother and clear the air. Alone.

“Welcome to Le Coeur,” the hostess greeted. “Table?”

An ironic name considering the French words translated to “the heart” and Jordana concluded Logan’s mother was anything but romantic. “No, thank you. I’ll just take a seat at the bar.”

A phone call before she left solved the mystery of when Deidre would be there. The hostess mentioned Deidre usually came in on Friday afternoons. Rarely on Saturdays. Never on Sundays.

Finding an empty stool, Jordana was impressed by the decadent beauty of the place. The décor expressed a cosmopolitan chic atmosphere: crisp white linen, crystalline chandeliers, ornate mirrors, pink and white and yellow flowers floating in glass bowls, and sexy international beats of music mixing with conversations of the fashionable crowd.

She ordered a glass of wine and kept her eye out for Deidre. It wasn’t long before the woman made an appearance, dressed in a Chanel suit, greeting a few customers before moving to give strict reminders to her hostess. Deidre was very precise and succinct in her verbiage, as if she had to speak slowly for her employee, lest the young girl not understand or keep up.

Walking haughtily to the bar, she passed by Jordana, smelling of floral perfume.

“Charlie,” Deidre snapped to the bartender. “Watch Willow. If she goes out for another smoke break in the next fifteen minutes, notify me right away. I’ve already warned her once.”

The bartender nodded sharply. “Sure thing.”

Deidre pursed her lips and raised her brow, passing her gaze over the room, as if searching for another reason to accost an employee about their job.

Jordana saw her chance. She pushed her wine glass away and steeled her spine. “Ms. Savant?”

Deidre’s clear blue gaze—almost identical to Logan’s—snapped to hers and she offered a very small, polite smile that she would give any patron. “Yes?”

Jordana reached out her hand. “I’ve heard so much about you, I feel as though we’re already—acquainted.”

She doesn’t even recognize me.

As Logan’s mother slid her cold hand in Jordana’s, it was apparent she’d been caught a little off guard. Without bothering to be discreet, Deidre looked her up and down, judging her straight on appearance.

Jordana had chosen her clothes carefully for this meeting, donning black dress pants, a white blouse, and the opal necklace with diamond accents her father had given her mother. Hair up, no earrings.

Jordana dropped her palm. “I love your restaurant. I was wondering if you have time for me to ask you a few questions.”

“As in an interview? Are you from a magazine? It’s Friday night and as you can see we’re quite busy.”

“Not an interview. It won’t take long.” Jordana forced a smile. “I promise to be brief.”

Once again, Deidre surveyed her restaurant to see if anything needed her immediate attention, then gestured toward a small empty table near the window. “What did you say your name was?” Deidre asked, taking a seat, and crossing her ankles.

“Jordana Shaw,” she replied breezily, sliding in the chair.

Only the barest widening of her eyes proved Deidre’s surprise. She softly sucked in her cheeks and arched an eyebrow. “So you’re her,” she mused. “You hardly looked like this in your photos.” The woman’s stony expression revealed nothing. “I won’t apologize, if that’s why you’re here.”

“Why would you? Clearly you thought you were doing your son a favor by trying to dig up dirt on me.”

“I take it you and Logan have reconciled your relationship,” she remarked dryly.

“We have, but your plan—whatever it was, partially succeeded. He wanted nothing to do with me after you showed him pictures of me with my ex-fiancé.”

“The photos spoke volumes.”

“They sure did. It’s a shame, however, that you didn’t show Logan all of the photos Mr. Stiner took. You see, my ex wanted to get back together, but I had no intention of reuniting with him—”

“I couldn’t care less about your complicated romantic web.”

Jordana’s stomach burned at the cut off. She knew Deidre would attempt to take the upper hand of the conversation. Gathering her courage, she retorted, “Apparently you do care, otherwise you would’ve never bothered to snoop. My engagement with Zack had been over for months and other than his single visit that night, I never had any contact with him. But enough about my past.” She inhaled a breath and sighed. “You might be interested to know I initially turned Logan down for a date. We were from different worlds and I was didn’t think I could fit in.” Deidre lifted her brows, as though pleased to hear Jordana’s thoughts had paralleled her own. “I didn’t want to fall for him, but I did,” she added.

Deidre swept a hand. “My son is one of the most eligible bachelors in the Bay, Miss Shaw. It’s hardly shocking you fell for him.”

“True,” Jordana agreed with a single nod. “But that isn’t the reason you had me followed. It was because you knew Logan was falling for me.”

Deidre’s throat moved, though her gaze remained straight and steady.

With her confidence inching upward, Jordana’s frayed nerves settled. “What I would like to know is why you are so against Logan falling in love? With me? Is it simply because I’m ordinary? That I come from a name without legacy? That I’m not an actress or one of those well-bred debutantes? I really want to know what you have against me.”

“It’s obvious. My son is out of your league.” A server approached table with a question on her lips, name tag said Willow, and Deidre shooed her away with a sharp flip of her diamond-clad hand. The girl swung around, mouth clamped. Deidre set her gaze back to Jordana. “Logan deserves a different a very special woman. I know him a bit more than you do, and while his attention will be diverted with you for a little while, he’ll get bored in a short amount of time once he sees a future with you would hold zero value in our world. He’ll realize you have nothing in common and it will eventually end. He knows it. You know it.”

Jordana suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Neil wasn’t kidding about this woman. She was a piece of work. “You own a restaurant. You’re head of the committee for the preservation of rare antiquities. I had no idea you were psychic.”

Deidre dropped her chin. “Excuse me, young lady?”

“I don’t think you have any idea of what Logan and I have and that’s why you went so far. Whether or not its long term is up to us, not you. If we’re as doomed as you claim, then you have nothing to worry about. It’ll simply be a matter of time.” She grabbed her clutch. “I said I would keep this brief. I might only be a medical receptionist with a non-Ivy degree, but I’m in love with Logan. I don’t want his money or his pedigree nor do I care how far he can take me up the gilded social ladder. I just want to be with him.” Standing up, she smiled at the woman whose facial expression hadn’t changed one iota. “There’s so much about you I admire, Ms. Savant, and I’m easily willing to forgive and forget and start over. We don’t have to be friends and I don’t expect an invitation to dinner, but I do expect you to treat our relationship with respect, and I’ll do the same for you and Logan’s.”

Deidre didn’t speak, dropping her gaze to a spot on table.

“One more thing,” Jordana added, and waited until Deidre met her eyes. “You certainly can choose whether or not to like me, but I hope the next time we see each other, if ever, you’ll share a bottle of wine with me and get to know who I am. In fact, I dare you to.” Satisfied, she turned to go, then stopped, hand on the door. “By the way, Willow just left for another smoke.”