Under His Skin

Right now, she wanted Logan.

After what seemed like an eternity he nodded and tightened his grip on her hand. ‘Let’s go.’

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u9d69f867-0858-551b-b6b6-933f716a1e89)

LOGAN DIDN’T BREAK stride as he wound his way through the pub towards the back exit.

He should stop this madness, despite her bold assertion. But he had as much hope of reining in his rampant libido as he did of staying put in one city: absolutely none.

He’d had his fair share of women, some who’d worn their sexuality more overtly than Hope. But he’d never had any of them articulate so precisely what they wanted.

‘I want you. Inside me. Touching me. I want...it all.’

Fuck, her cultured voice reverberated through his head.

She wanted it all? He’d give it to her.

He understood. She wanted one fast fuck with a guy who was opposite to her. The princess slumming it with the fabled bad boy. Her walk on the wild side. Opposites attracting and all that crap.

He’d been intent on shocking her, throwing out that comment about alley sex as a challenge.

He’d never expected her to accept.

When they reached the door that opened out into the alley, he gave her one last chance to back out.

‘Once we go out there, it’s game on,’ he said, tugging her flush against him and grinding himself into her pelvis.

Defiant, she tilted her head back and their gazes locked. Her eyes glowed in the dim light cast from a single globe hanging from the ceiling and he saw her desire matched his.

‘Bring it on,’ she said, pushing him at the same time so that his butt hit the door and he backed through it.

Having her take control was a huge fucking turn-on and he grinned for the hell of it when she shoved him a tad hard against the wall and the back of his head clunked.

‘Shit, I’m sorry,’ she said, her stricken expression making him laugh.

‘Babe, I’m fine.’ He knocked on the top of his head. ‘This one’s as hard as the one in my pants.’

Her face cleared and she managed a rueful chuckle. ‘I’m so bad at this.’

‘No you’re not. You’re refined and cultured and not used to being corrupted by a horny tradesman with one thing on his mind.’

Her eyebrow arched. ‘And what’s that?’

‘Fucking you.’

She slammed her mouth against his and his head clunked the wall again. He didn’t care. The pain barely registered when she had her tongue in his mouth and her hand on his zipper.

‘Not here. More private,’ he said against the corner of her mouth, guiding her towards a sheltered nook he’d first discovered as a horny teen during his first year in Melbourne.

‘You’ve done this before,’ she said flatly, some of the fire draining out of her eyes.

‘I’ve made out with a girl here once, when I was nineteen.’

She took a moment to respond and when she did he knew it’d be a zinger by the quirk of her lips. ‘Practice for the real thing now.’

He laughed. ‘Something like that.’

Her smile faded as she slid her hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. ‘I have no idea what’s gotten into me but I need this, you, so badly.’

There was a hint of wistful forlornness in her voice, as if wanting him confused her.

Join the club, lady. No woman had ever got under his skin so fast.

Taking her hand, he did a quick visual check of the area. Empty, apart from used kegs stacked neatly at the alley’s dead-end, creating the perfect nook he remembered. Back then, he’d wanted to go all the way with his date but she’d been a reluctant virgin. This time, he had a confident woman in his arms who had demanded what she wanted.

He tugged on her hand and eased her into the nook. As soon as they were shielded from the possibility of prying eyes from a late-night stroller at the other end of the alley, she was on him. Hands pawing, mouth devouring, leg hooked around his waist as if she wanted to climb him.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her, pinning her against the wall while her legs wrapped around him. She whimpered as he kneaded her ass and kissed his way down her neck, nipping at the tender skin and following it with a lap of his tongue. With every bite and lick she rocked against him, her breathing short and choppy.

‘Oh, yeah, so good,’ she murmured as he found her nipple through the thin material of her kaftan and playfully bit it.

She arched, her head flung back against the wall, eyes closed, the column of her neck smooth and pale in the wan moonlight. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, so erotic.

Gently easing one of her legs down, he backed away slightly. Her eyes flew open. Clouded and dazed, she stared at him, disoriented.

‘Why did you stop?’

‘Because I want to be inside you when you come.’

Approval glittered in her eyes as he lowered her to her feet, unzipped and made fast work of a condom from his wallet.

‘I knew you’d be big,’ she murmured, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lower lip as she stared at his cock. ‘You felt huge back at the studio.’

‘Wait til you feel me inside you,’ he said, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing the tip against her clit.

‘Ooh...’ she sighed when he prised her thighs apart and slid his cock through her wet folds.

‘So good,’ she whispered, biting her bottom lip as he angled his pelvis to align with hers and nudged her entrance.

‘You’re so fucking wet.’ He slid in slowly, using every ounce of his shredded willpower to take this slowly when he wanted to pound into her.

As if reading his mind, she said, ‘I need to come. Now.’

Logan didn’t have to be asked twice. He lifted her thigh so she hooked a leg around his waist, opening her wider as he slid in to the hilt. She gasped as he slid out and did it again, savouring the feel of her tight pussy squeezing him.

‘More,’ she demanded, soft and breathy, so he obliged. Sliding out and driving in, over and over, knowing this wasn’t the place to prolong things but wishing he could.

She started panting and writhing so he slipped a hand between them and pressed his thumb to her clit.