Dissonance (31 page)

Pulling into his parking spot was like releasing a pent-up breath. Relief washed though me, until he moved his hand to climb out. Suddenly bereft of his touch, I felt more desperate than before. We made it as far as the elevator before his lips took mine. I couldn’t believe the way my body responded to him. This was unlike anything we had experienced before. He had made me crave his touch, need it even, but it had been nothing compared to the complete fervor I was experiencing then.

My lips were already swollen from the force of his kiss when we pulled apart to exit the elevator. We rushed to the door, panting with barely contained desire. Logan struggled with his keys, throwing us both into a fever pitch when he finally managed to unlock it.

We didn’t make it far. As soon as we made it through the door, I was pressed up against the wall, his hard body settling against mine. He didn’t touch me right away and his eyes held the hint of a question beneath the fire. He was giving me the chance to push him away. I couldn’t even consider it. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to get him as close as possible. I wanted him against me, on top of me, inside of me. When I arched against him, he pressed me tighter between the wall and the unyielding surface of his body. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

The sounds of our ragged breathing mingled in the silent apartment. It made me crazy to know that he needed me as badly as I did him. The wetness began to soak my panties, only increasing my sense of desperation. My skin was so hypersensitive I knew that the slightest touch could set me off. Beneath the fabric of his pants, he was tantalizingly hard. I stared up at him, silently pleading for him to kiss me again.

His hands travelled reverently down my arms. As the whisper of a touch neared my wrists, I didn’t feel self-conscious anymore. My left wrist was shielded by his precious gift. Where Alex’s make-up skills made the mark invisible, the bracelet he gave me felt like a shield. It hardly managed to cover the scar at all, slouching down to the very bottom of my wrist, and yet it felt like it was guarding that secret for me. It felt like Logan himself was providing me with a beautiful barrier from the world.

Logan wrapped his hands around each of my wrists. My scar rubbed against the skin of his hand, and I didn’t care. The bracelet fell onto his closed fist. “You really like it?”

“I love it,” I breathed.

He smiled, looking adorably pleased, and dangerously sexy. He pulled my arms up to wrap around his neck before taking my lips with all of the ferocity I craved. The taste of him pervaded my thoughts. A growl emanated from him as our tongues lashed against each other. He pressed harder and harder against me, shifting his hips enticingly as we sweltered in our combined heat.

My body began to quake. There were too many clothes between us. We both knew it. Logan acted first. His hands cut a sensual path down my body until they cupped the backs of my thighs, pushing my dress up just slowly enough to make me lose myself in the desperation. His hands gripped my ass hard, like he couldn’t control his need when they touched the combination of skin and barely-there panties.

“I’ve been dreaming of peeling this dress off of you since that first day in the rain,” he whispered gruffly.

Suddenly the fabric was rising faster, then
disappearing all together. My desire had me in a fever pitch. My body sang under his touch, the nerves erupting at the sensation of skin on skin. Logan’s damp lips shifted away from mine, and began a journey down my neck and to the exposed skin of my chest. One hand ran down my stomach, teasing into the hem of my panties. I started when he didn’t pull the fabric away, but ran a finger through my drenched crevice without removing them.

“Logan?” I gasped.

He looked up at me from where he’d been kissing the swell of my breasts. “Let me please you, baby.”

I swallowed thickly and nodded my head. With a quick flash of that sexy smile, he returned his lips to my bereft skin and his finger stirred against me again. He slid the long appendage back and forth between the sensitive lips and I moaned. My hips began to move against his touch of their own volition. He had done this to me several times, and yet it felt more intense than ever in that moment. Maybe it was the knowledge that neither of us was going to be stopping there that permeated between us, making everything seem more powerful.

He pulled his hand back a bit and a whimper of dissatisfaction barely managed to escape my lips before he had the tip of his soaked finger against my clit. I cried out from the undiluted pleasure as he rubbed tiny circles against the hypersensitive nub. I could feel the walls of my sex clenching, desperate for the sensation of being filled by him, a sensation that I thought would be one I would always be afraid of. My back ached, every muscle tightening from his ministrations. The sounds he drew from me grew more frantic, dissolving into a repeated plea of his name.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunted. “Come for me.”

He need not have said it. Just the weight of the desire in his voice coupled with the continued stimulation of that packed bundle of nerves had me cresting, crying out and quaking with the pleasure my orgasm unleashed. As soon as he felt the violent shudders, he eased two fingers inside of me, pushing in and out as the flesh rippled around him. I was gone, completely lost in the all-consuming pleasure he’d coaxed from me. My legs gave out, but he was right there to hold me up as he continued to nurse me through every wave of bliss.

By the time his hand stilled, I was limp. I leaned against him; sweat drenched and satiated, panting into his chest.

“God, you’re incredible,” he groaned.

Me?
I hadn’t done anything. He was the one who had sent me headlong into a vortex of joy and unbridled lust. Surely he was some sort of Olympian sex god.

As my body calmed, the pressure of him against me slackened slightly. Confused, I looked up at him. The heat that still blazed in those aquamarine eyes had my body tightening all over again.

“Come with me,” he whispered coaxingly. In that moment, I would have followed him anywhere.

I led her back to my room. My nerves were off the charts. I wanted her more than sense, but I wanted this to be perfect for us. Charlotte had admitted that she was not a virgin, but refused to say anything else. I hoped like hell that her experience was just not worth talking about, but I feared it was much worse than that. The innocence that poured off of her alone was enough to tread lightly, to go slow and give her time to adjust to this experience.

I turned myself towards her, noticing the anxiety that started to rise beneath the satiated look on her face. Knowing I needed to cut those fears off now, I pulled her tightly against me. My lips descended to hers, drinking in her sweetness. God, just her kiss was enough to push me to the edge. She always started off hesitant, kissing me back gently no matter how vigorously I attacked. Then, my coaxing would bring out another side entirely. I would get a few timid swipes of her tongue, and before I knew it, my little vixen was devouring me.

It was the same with anything sexual for Charlotte. If I could coax her out of her shell, there was no holding back on her end.

Her kisses grew deeper, and I swear I could have fist bumped, knowing I could inspire this change in her. Her hands traveled down neck, meeting at my chest. She slowly, so slowly I thought for sure I would die before she finished, moved down the buttons of my shirt, freeing each one. When the damn thing was completely undone, I threw it off behind me, getting it out of the damn way. I wanted desperately to rip off the undershirt I still had on, but gave Charlotte control of the pace.

Her hands traced the music staves that decorated my arm. She tapped each note, almost as though she were hearing them, playing through the lines. When she finished, she looked up at me, while her hands descended to right above my belt. She fisted my white t-shirt in her hands there, pulling it free from where it was tucked in, and lifting it off of my body.

With it off, she had access to the rest of my ink, and she took full advantage. He fingers, lips, and tongue traced the black lines, and I had never been so fucking glad to have gotten each design done. Charlotte loved my tattoos, nearly as much as I loved hers. Seeing the dark lines contrasting against her milky skin was sexy as hell.

Unable to contain myself anymore, I grabbed her by the back of her head, my fingers sinking into her silky hair, and brought her mouth back up to mine. As I sunk my tongue between her soft lips, my fingers trailed the lace line of her bra around her ribs, releasing the clasp at the back. She let it fall to the floor before pressing herself into me. Her exposed breasts pressing against my chest had us both growing hotter, more needy.

I walked her back to the bed, laying her back against the sheets. I bent over her, keeping my lips sealed with hers, until her hands started to attempting to work my belt loose. Only then did I pull back, looking down at the image of Charlotte in just a tiny pair of lacy panties, spread out like she was offering herself to me.

“You’re sure, angel?” I asked her hoarsely. She always came first, and I needed to be certain she was ready.

“Yes,” she answered. There was no hesitation. No lingering doubt colored her eyes as it had before. I knew, absolutely, that she was being honest with me.

My shoes came off first, then I worked my belt open and undid my pants, all while Charlotte watched, seemingly breathless. God, this woman was fucking great for my ego. When I lowered my pants and boxers and my erection slipped free, I could have sighed at the relief. I could not help but stroke myself a few times as I stepped out of my discarded pants. Charlotte’s eyes were riveted on the sight of my hand wrapped around my cock. I went on just a bit longer, reveling in the unbridled lust in her eyes.

When I released myself and stepped towards her, her eyes shot back up to mine. I lightly traced my fingers up her legs, marveling at their smoothness as I had before. I slipped my fingertips beneath her panties at her hips, pulling them down her long legs and discarding them behind me. Charlotte was finally, gloriously exposed. I had had her this way before, but knowing was about to happen made the sight feel brand new.

I crawled over her, and she shifted into the center of the bed. My entire body was screaming at me to thrust into her, to finally experience the pleasure that I knew she could offer, but I kept control. My fingers ghosted over her heated core, noticing that she was still wet for me, more so than she had been before.

“Logan,” my name came as a plea from her lips.

I kissed her again, positioning myself at her entrance. I pulled back and whispered against her lips, “I’m going to take this slow, baby. But you have to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“Yes,” she moaned, her hips lifting towards me, beckoning me inside.

I feasted on her lips as I pressed myself slowly inside of her. She was tight, so tight that I had to carefully push in, afraid I would hurt her. She was soaked and so hot. I had never experienced anything like it. There was nothing between us, something we had already discussed, and that was a first for me. I had never been inside of a woman without a condom. After experiencing Charlotte bare, I wondered if I could ever handle doing it again.

Slipping my arm beneath her back, I urged her to arch up towards me. She seemed only too willing to comply. I moved into her, inch after inch, pulling back slightly at times before surging forward again. Her face showed signs of discomfort, and it gutted me. I never wanted to hurt her. I stilled inside of her, giving her time to adjust, while I fluttered kisses along her sweet face and neck. Slowly, her body relaxed against mine, the tension melting away. Her hips began to stir slightly pulling back from me, gripping my cock as it slid out a bit, and making me desperate to take her.

“Charlotte,” I panted. “God, baby, you can’t do that.”

“Please, Logan.”

With that, I finally began to move. My movements were slow, pulling back until I was nearly unsheathed completely before pushing back into the depths of her. I could feel her tightening around me, squeezing my hard and propelling me towards release. I sped up slowly, pushing her higher and higher. One hand moved down to her thigh and pulled it up around my waist, and she mirrored it with her other leg, pulling my hips towards her. Her hands roamed over the tight muscles of my back. We were completely engulfed in each other as our bodies drove us towards release.

Every muscle in my body felt strained to the breaking point and the clenching of her sex around me was almost too much. I could feel myself reaching the edge, but I knew she was right there with me.