Club Destiny 1 Conviction (17 page)

As the images flashed through his
mind, he crushed his mouth to hers, taking her hard and fast. Her mouth opened
to his, her tongue darting out, while the soft moan escaping her sent chills
over him.

He felt the desire to dominate
her, to take her to the floor, or against the wall, and thrust hard and fast
into her until she was screaming beneath him. That feeling warred with the need
to take her gently and ravage her entire body with his tongue.

He was unquestionably a
dominating, controlling man, always had been. When it came to sex, those
desires often came out in full force. With Sam, it was as if he needed to own
her, to know she belonged to him and him only.

All of the things he longed to do
to her, with her. They were on constant replay in his mind, contributing to his
permanent hard on and making it harder than hell to control himself when she
was around. Part of him worried what she would think, what she would do when he
took control. As strong and independent as she was, he thought she might be
challenged by him. But the way she gave herself over to him so easily made
Logan believe it was something she needed.

 “Baby, you make me crazy.” He
said when he tore his mouth from hers, leaning against her, his lips resting
against the sensitive area where her neck and her shoulder met. She smelled
like heaven and sin mixed into one.

He’d had a dream the night
before, one of those erotic fantasies that left him unsatisfied and wanting
when he awoke. In the dream, he’d dominated her, had her begging for a release
that he held just out of her reach. Instead of fighting him, she’d succumbed to
his every command, allowed him to pleasure her in ways she’d never imagined.

As he stood in the dim light of
the cabin, her small, soft body pressed between him and the wall, Logan had the
sudden urge to make her strip. To get completely naked and offer herself to
him. Only he knew with Sam, they might eventually get to that point, but he had
to take it slow. He had to ease her into it, let her know that although he
could command her to do whatever he wanted, she still had complete control of
him. In every way.

Before he did something as dumb
as stripping them both down and burying himself deep inside of her right then
and there, he had to put on the brakes. There was plenty of time for that
later.

“Lunch?” He asked as he pulled
away, readjusting himself, still fighting to maintain his control. He didn’t
want to scare her by moving too fast. He didn’t want her thinking sex was the
only thing he was after. And it wasn’t, but there was such a strong pull
between them he had to keep reminding himself that.

“Sure.” Sam replied, breathless.

Was that disappointment he heard
in her voice? He grinned, knowing Sam would eventually give herself over to him
completely, he just had to time it right.

“Ok, we’ll have lunch, and then
we can go topside and relax for a while. I can’t wait to see you without all of
those damned clothes on.” He smiled and turned away, toward the kitchen,
reminding himself he had promised to court her, not ravish her.

It might kill him, but he had to
keep his hands to himself. He wanted to be with her, near her, inside of her –
no – not inside of her. That would come later. After he proved to her that he
was interested in her more than just her body. But, what a hot little body it
was.

~*~*~

Lunch was eaten on the sundeck,
where Logan and Sam spent a long time talking. The conversation ventured toward
work, and Sam was relieved that it wasn’t awkward to discuss some of the issues
she’d uncovered since she started at the Dallas office. He wasn’t acting like
her boss, but she could see him mentally archiving the information for later.
She had a sudden need to clarify for him.

“I’m not telling you this so you
can go off and change things. I know what I’m doing and I’m more than capable
of making decisions. I just want to be able to talk to you.”

“I hear you.”

His deep laugh sent chills down
Sam’s spine. God this man was sexy.

Logan continued to explain. “This
is something new for me. I’ll do my best to treat this as a casual
conversation, and I’ll let you do your job without interference. I expect when
you need my help, you’ll come to me during work hours. Deal?”

“Deal.” Sam confirmed, continuing
to watch him. He still didn’t have a shirt on and the play of his muscles was
making her hungry… for something other than the delicious lunch they’d shared.

“I mean anything, Sam.”

Sam smiled. She couldn’t make any
promises while they were in the office because when they were there, it was all
business. But, right now, right here… She was all about going to him.

“Anything, huh?” Taking a chance,
Sam pushed away from the table, and joined him on the lounge chair he had moved
to earlier.

She felt his gaze caress over
her, feeling totally naked as she stood before him in only the small black
bikini she’d worn under her clothes. When they’d first come to the deck, the
sun shining overhead, she took advantage of being outside, removing her t-shirt
and shorts.

It was actually Logan’s idea, and
when he made the suggestion – what sounded more like a command than anything –
Sam had seen the intensity in his gaze and decided to go for it.

Standing before him now, a tremor
ran through her, and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside and
everything to do with the way Logan looked at her.

Sam’s nipples hardened beneath
the flimsy material that barely covered her pertinent assets. She spent a lot
of time in the gym, and she watched what she ate, both allowing her to be
fairly comfortable with the way she looked, which was a good thing right then
because with Logan’s eyes essentially touching every inch of her, Sam fought
the urge to cover herself.

When she approached, a slight
surge of disappointment trickled through her when he didn’t attempt to pull her
closer; instead, he rolled to his back, placing his hands behind his head,
fingers clasped together. The position sent some naughty thoughts dancing
through her head, and that mischievous grin of his said that’s what he was
aiming for.

“That’s a good position for you.”
Sam moved closer, letting her eyes roam over him the way he had done her only
moments before. She admired his hard, muscular chest, the rippled outline of his
abs, and the hard ridge of his erection she could see outlined beneath his
shorts. At least he was just as affected as she was by the situation.

“And what do you plan to do to
me?” His voice was husky, the anticipation she felt reflected in his tone.

“Whatever I want.”

Always in control in the office,
Sam found it difficult to maintain the dominant role where Logan was concerned.
As much as she wanted to learn every hard plane and angle of his body, she
wasn’t nearly as experienced as she pretended to be. But this was a new
experience for her, and she had already resigned herself to go for it. What
could it hurt?

Sam straddled his legs, fighting
back the nerves attacking her insides as she glided forward to align with his
hips and pressed intimately against him. When his stomach muscles bunched and
contracted, she felt a renewed sense of determination.

He kept his hands in place,
leaving him open and vulnerable to whatever she chose to do. Sam couldn’t
resist placing her hands on his stomach and dragging her nails lightly up
toward his chest, her fingers tangling in the light dusting of hair.

“You better be sure of what you
want, Sam.”

It was a rough warning,
emphasized by his harsh tone and labored breathing. He was losing control, and
the idea of that had moisture pooling between her legs, her clit pulsing with
the need to press harder against him to assuage the ache growing deeper and
deeper. As she did just that, stimulating herself with the steely edge of his
cock, she knew exactly what she wanted.

“What if I asked you to lose
control with me?”

“You don’t know what you’re
asking for.” Another warning from him.

She leaned forward, pressing her
breasts against his chest, her lips finding his neck. The temptation was so
strong, giving her more courage than she knew she had. She let her tongue glide
along his collar bone, tasting him, reveling in the feel of his sun warmed skin
against her tongue, the masculine, musky scent that was powerful enough to curl
her toes.

But she didn’t stop there; she
let her tongue trail down his chest, stopping at his sexy, male nipple, her
teeth gently nipping the small, brown disk, causing his body to flex violently
beneath her. His physical reaction flooded her with power and a desperate need
to please him. She was in control, and he was letting her take the reins, which
she figured wasn’t an easy feat for Logan.

Just as he started to move his
arms, she placed her hands on his rock solid biceps, holding them in place.

“Stop.” She said as she lifted
her head, “You’ll have your turn later.”

The sun was beating down on her
back, a slight breeze flowing over them, but Sam didn’t care about where they
were or what else was going on. She had this beautiful man stretched out
beneath her, giving her the chance to do whatever she chose to him. And she had
so many ideas, all of them ending in his pleasure. And hers.

She trailed her lips to his other
nipple, giving it the same attention. Nipping, suckling, and relishing the
taste of him as he groaned loudly, the vibration rumbling through her core. She
admired his ability to keep his hands in place, but she could feel the way he
was grinding his erection against her clit.

In order to halt his
ministrations, Sam sat up, pressing her body into him, slowing his ability to
stimulate her even more. She ran her fingertips from his neck down to his
navel, then slowly slid two fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

Looking around to ensure they
didn’t have an audience, Sam was content to see that they were, in fact, the
only boat in the near vicinity, so she turned her attention back to Logan.

She reached behind her and untied
the string that kept her bikini top in place behind her back, then she slid the
scraps of fabric over her head. Her breasts were firm and round, her nipples
hard from her arousal, and she watched as Logan couldn’t tear his eyes away.
When he licked his lips, she fought the urge to lean forward and offer herself
to him.

This wasn’t about her.

“You’re tempting a very hungry
man, baby. You can’t expect a man to keep any promises when you do things like
that.”

Sam liked the way he talked to
her, the intensity of his meaning had her pussy clenching, her stomach
tightening. The way his voice broke from his apparent restraint was all the
more arousing.

“As I said before, you’ll get
your turn in a little while, right now, this is my time. Keep your hands where
they are, and I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

She resumed her previous
explorations, allowing her fingertips to trail once again down the dark patch
of hair that disappeared inside of his shorts. This time, she went a little
further, letting her fingertips glide over the engorged head of his cock,
lingering a moment on the tip.

Logan flinched when she gently
brushed against the mushroomed head, her fingers sliding down the sensitive
underside of his shaft. She was empowered and in control of the outcome, and
she let all of her inhibitions go. She slid her body back slightly, giving her
more room to rub her hand on his shaft.

“Sam, I’m fucking warning you
now. I can’t take much more.”

Logan sounded as though he meant
what he said, but Sam wanted to push him to his limits. She liked that he was
losing control; she loved how he responded to what she was doing.

The pleasure she derived from
watching him was nearly as good as an orgasm. Her hand still hidden inside his
shorts, she closed her fist around him and ignored his warning.

“It’s still my turn.” She
reminded him, but his eyes were closed, and his chest was heaving.

She stroked him slowly, letting
her fingers glide through the precum pooling at the tip. She wanted to see him,
wanted to taste him. With as much grace as she could muster, Sam untied his
shorts and slid them down his legs while she still remained straddling him, her
breasts on full display.

“Sam, this is your last warning,
baby.” He said as every muscle in his body tightened.

Well, then she still had one more
chance. She smiled at him, resumed her position above his knees, then leaned
over, one hand stroking his cock as she slid her mouth over the head.

His entire body flexed, his legs
locked beneath her, but she continued, lowering her mouth over him until she
felt him at the back of her throat. She used her tongue and her lips to devour
him, sucking vigorously and enjoying the way he tried to hang on to the last
thread of control.

“Fuck!” Logan groaned, and Sam
couldn’t stop the answering moan that tore through her at the sheer eroticism
of the act. As she slowly sucked him deeper, letting her tongue slide back and
forth, she realized she wanted him to let go completely.