Dark Seduction (2 page)

“Washington,” he said. “You?”

“West Seattle,” she said. “Maybe you played against my brothers—they’re four years older than me. Mark and Jake Adams.”

“The twins from West Seattle?” Logan shook his head as he thought of the two big men. “Maybe I’d better run. With those two bruisers for brothers I’m in a world of trouble when it comes to their baby sister.”

Tori laughed. “So you know them.”

“If I remember correctly, Mark gave me a concussion and Jake broke my ankle.” He winced at the memories. “Or maybe it was the other way around.”

She shook her head. “Ouch.”

“Yeah, ouch.” It was so long ago that he recalled the incidents with humor now. “What are they up to now?”

“They’re both in law enforcement,” she said. “We all took after our dad in one form or another. Mark and Jake are both with the NSA.”

He smiled. “So you aren’t exactly into security.”

She pushed her brown curls behind her ear. “If law enforcement isn’t security, I don’t know what is.”

“I suppose so,” he said. “What exactly do you do?”

“What I need to in order to perform my job.” She shrugged. “So what does your brother do?”

“He’s former Navy.” Logan lowered his coffee cup after taking another drink. “He didn’t play sports.” It wouldn’t have been fair if he had.

He leaned back, his gaze taking her in. He wanted to know more about her. Her favorite color, if her toenails were painted, what she ate for breakfast. Ridiculous little things considering he’d just met her.

“Favorite vacation spot?” he asked.

She tilted her head as she thought about it for a moment. “The Caribbean is amazing. I’d love to go back to Cozumel. The diving there is the best.” She looked at him from under her lashes. “But it would have to be with the right person.”

The corner of his mouth quirked as he imagined what it would be like to take her away from the rainy Seattle weather to someplace tropical. “Nice. Especially this time of year when we’re freezing our asses off.”

“No kidding.” She wrapped one of her curls around her finger. “Now to find that right person.”

“I wouldn’t mind a little trip to the Caribbean.” He let her know by his tone that he meant with her. “Maybe a long one.”

“And you?” She adjusted herself on her seat. “Your favorite vacation spot?”

With a smile he said, “I love my skiing vacations. I can’t sleep the week before I go to Telluride.” He paused, thinking about how much he would like to have her join him…in more ways than one.

For a moment his gaze held hers and it seemed like they were trapped in some kind of spell and neither one of them could speak. He imagined moonlit walks on a white sand beach beside crystal blue waters, followed by hot sex on a blanket on the sand.

He pulled himself back from fantasies to reality. “What are your favorite movies?” he asked her.

“Gladiator, the Bourne movies, the Lord of the Rings.” She’d still been playing with her curl and she slowly let her fingers slide away. “Because I love a strong man who stands for something.”

“You would love me then,” he said with a grin. “They borrowed the scripts from my life.”

She laughed. “Oh. And they were humble.”

“I’m out then.” He winked.

“Well, something tells me you are like those men,” she said.

He raised a brow. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Why not?” She leaned closer to him and lowered her voice. “It’s all a game.”

He leaned closer to her, too. “A game of what?”

“A game of cat and mouse. Everyone has their own rules to the game. Let me ask you, are you the kind of guy who’s seeking a conquest and once you win, you move on?” she asked.

He reached out his hand and stroked her wrist with his finger. Her skin was so soft. “I know one thing. If I landed you, I suspect I would not be moving on.”

She shivered beneath his touch. “So that’s what you think. Why is that, especially since you don’t even know me?”

“I would rather not say.” He continued stroking her wrist. “Don’t want your head to swell. I like the size right now.”

She laughed and he grinned. He was enjoying the flirtatious banter with her, something he didn’t engage in often. Hell, it had been a while since he’d found someone who interested him enough to flirt with. Since Carla had left him, come to think about it.

They talked until they got kicked out at closing time, their playfulness growing more and more into something sexual.

As they walked outside, she looked up at him. With her stretching up to about five-two, he was a good foot taller than her. “I’m not ready to end the night,” she said. “And I’m not interested in going back into the bar and shouting at each other over the noise.”

“What would you like to do?” His voice was low and husky.

She paused then said, “Let’s go to my place.”

Chapter 2

The moment they walked through the door into her house, Tori and Logan tossed their jackets on a couch. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him. He felt hot and hard against her.

She gasped as he pushed her up against the wall beside the door, pinning her there with his big body.

The trapped feeling, the feeling of being controlled, only made her more excited. He felt hard and warm against her as her breasts were flattened between their bodies, his erection digging into her belly. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and she squirmed against him, an ache growing and growing between her thighs.

She had never brought home a man the same night she’d met him. Hell, she rarely brought anyone home at all. But she’d never met a man like Logan. A man who she had connected with on some deep level that made her feel like she’d already done this with him a thousand times.

His mouth came down on hers hard and she returned the kiss with matching intensity. His stubble was rough against her face, his hands callused as he pushed up her blouse and moved his palms up and down, slowly, caressing the soft flesh of her waist and belly.

She felt almost frantic as they kissed and she shoved up his T-shirt. He released her hips long enough to shrug out of the shirt, leaving him bare-chested.

A sigh of pleasure swept through her as he took her in his arms again and she braced her hands between them on his hard chest. His muscles flexed beneath her palms as she rubbed them over his pecs, shoulders, and biceps. She’d been right, he had a light sprinkling of hair on his chest, just enough to tickle her fingers.

He grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, surprising her and sending buttons pinging on the hardwood floor. Cool air skimmed her belly. She hesitated, then made up her mind. She unbuckled her belt and put it and her holster with her Sig Sauer on the sofa table.

“My, what a big gun you have,” he murmured before his mouth bruised hers again. “Do you have cuffs to go along with it?”

A gasp rose up inside her as he drew back. “I have them but only use them when I have to disable someone dangerous.”

“Am I dangerous enough?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely.” She loved his taste, loved his masculine scent. It filled her, made her almost dizzy with need.

He pushed her shirt down her arms, the silk brushing her skin as he let it drop to the floor. He unfastened her bra, his fingers easily finding the hooks, and he stripped it from her and flung it to the side. Her breasts filled his hands when he cupped them and she moaned as he stroked her nipples with his thumbs in slow, easy circles.

A groan spilled from her lips when he brought his mouth to her nipple. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub and she clenched her hands in his silky hair. Simply breathing became harder and harder as he sucked and licked her nipples, and she felt herself grow more and more damp between her thighs.

She reached for the button of his Levis, her fingers moving down his taut abs to his waistband. His jeans hung low on his hips and she managed to undo the button and pull the zipper down. She pushed his jeans to his thighs then dug her fingers into his shoulders as he took her nipple between his teeth.

He brought his lips to hers again, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting her. She let go of his ass and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She groaned as she held it, not sure she could wait much longer to feel the thickness of it inside her.

She kicked off her shoes, wanting him to strip away her jeans. The way his fingers found the button, it was as if he read her mind. He unzipped her jeans and shoved them down to her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her red panties.

His hands caressed her through the lace and silk as he palmed her ass, before he pushed them down, too. She didn’t have to step out of them. They fell away from her feet as he caught her by her ass again and raised her so that her thighs were wrapped around his hips, his cock pressing against her folds as he pushed her up against the wall again. His jeans were still at his hips and she felt the tough cotton brushing her legs.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her. His chest rose and fell, his breathing as hard as hers was. He reached into his front pocket and brought out a condom package. He tore it open with his teeth before rolling the condom onto his cock that looked so big, so thick that she knew he was going to feel hard and tight inside of her.

“Ready for me, Tori?” His blue eyes met hers as he put his erection at the entrance to her core.

“Yes.” She squirmed, wanting him so badly that she could hardly stand it.

He thrust his cock and she cried out from the tightness, the fullness. It had been much too long since she’d had a man inside her.

He fucked her up against the wall, driving into her again and again and again. His naked chest rubbed against her nipples, his hips working between her thighs in hard thrusts. He took her with power, like a caged animal suddenly released.

She dug her fingers in his shoulders again as if to control the beast he’d become. As she looked into his eyes she swore she saw his image flicker as if he wasn’t totally there physically. Yet she could feel him just as intensely. She caught her breath, but when she squeezed her own eyes shut then opened them, he looked normal.

My imagination,
she thought as she fell into the rhythm of him taking her. From somewhere inside she felt an orgasm building… and building… She could barely see straight as she looked into his gaze.

Her climax slammed into her at the same time she thought she saw him flicker again. She cried out, screaming at the intensity of the orgasm. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. Her entire body throbbed and jerked and her eyes nearly crossed.

They next thing she knew, she was no longer up against the wall and he was kicking off his jeans and boxers. He picked her up and carried her, then stopped when he reached the plush rug in the living room. He went down onto his knees as he pulled out of her then turned her so that she was on her hands and knees.

He put his hand on the back of her neck and pressed hard, forcing her down so that her cheek was against the rug, her ass in the air. With one hand still holding her down in a dominant pose, he grasped her hip with his other hand and drove inside her.

He fucked her hard, slamming his hips against her ass, his cock reaching places deep within her that had never been touched before.

She’d never, ever been taken like this before. It was primal, like he was some kind of beast. And it was making her so hot she could hardly maintain coherent thought. Another oncoming orgasm warmed her, starting low in her abdomen before it burst, flooding her with heat and stars shooting in her mind.

A growl filled the air that nearly frightened her but made her body throb even more. She’d never felt a cock pulsing inside her like his did. Hard and throbbing, continuing on like his climax would never end. It drew out her own orgasm until she didn’t think she could take anymore.

And then he braced his hand on the floor beside her and she heard the harshness of his breathing. She was having a hard time trying to catch her breath, too. He rose back up and slid his cock out.

He settled on his side on the rug and guided her so that she was lying down, facing him. He trailed his fingers from her shoulder, down her side to her hip and back again.

She studied him. “You’re an animal.”

He continued tracing a path with his fingertips. “Why do you say that?”

“Hot sex like this,” she said with a sigh, “it was so intense, so…
primal.
”

“I’d have to say you bring the animal out in me.” He grinned that quirky, sexy grin that was turning her insides to melted chocolate. He brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.

“Mmmmm.” She was so sated that her eyelids felt heavy and she had a hard time keeping her eyes open.

Logan eased to his feet with catlike grace. Before she even knew what he was doing, he bent and scooped her up in his arms.

Her eyes flew open, but she quickly got over the surprise and snuggled against his chest.

“Bedroom?” he asked and she pointed in the direction of the master bedroom. He carried her to her bed and pulled back the covers with one hand while cradling her to him with his other.