Dark Seduction (9 page)

“Would you like dessert?” he asked.

“That sounds great,” she said before she realized Carla would have said no. “If you’d like to share one with me,” she added.

“Good.” He asked her what she wanted then signaled the waiter and ordered the crème brulee for them to share.

After dessert and coffee, Logan escorted her outside. The valet had retrieved the car when the server took Logan’s valet ticket so that it would be waiting when they came out of the restaurant.

“I’m not ready to end the night,” she said once they were in the car and he glanced at her. She bit the inside of her lip. That was exactly what she’d said to him when she first met him as Tori, and had invited him to her house. “Why don’t we go to your place?”

“All right.” He smiled and turned his attention back to the road.

A flutter went through her belly. She had no doubt that she was going to have him again. Although she wasn’t sure how she felt about that—being with him but not. Being Carla was temporary and he might just fall in love with her.

What then happened to his interest in Tori?

What the hell was she thinking? According to the agency that she worked for, he was the bad guy. She wasn’t going to have any kind of relationship with the man as Carla
or
Tori once this assignment was over with.

Chapter 9

Tori knew from Carla’s memories that Logan’s home was spectacular. But memories didn’t do the real thing justice. Not at all.

The foyer had a beautiful chandelier with dangling crystal teardrops. The crystals were so clear, so beautiful, that they glistened and glittered, sending fractured rainbow light on the warm taupe walls. Tiles imported from Italy covered the floor, a fact that Carla’s memories told her.

They hung their coats in a closet in the foyer and then walked into a large, open room with high vaulted ceilings. The walls were all a light taupe color that warmed the room and the décor was rich and elegant yet masculine at the same time.

According to Carla, he collected wind… Statues with hair blown behind them, carried by wind were around the room. Paintings of clouds moving in the wind with trees bent over from the power of the gusts. Photographs of weathervanes and modern windmills in motion added to his collection.

She set her purse on a burgundy and forest green couch and stepped out of her heels so that her bare feet sank into the thick taupe Berber carpeting.

He faced her, his eyes dark with desire. “Would you like a drink?”

She’d had more than enough wine and she felt tipsy and warm. She reached up and gripped his collar in her hands. “I’m in the mood for something much stronger,” she murmured before she kissed him.

He brought her into his embrace and returned her kiss. His taste was just as amazing as it had been the first time she’d kissed him—as Tori. She loved his wonderful masculine scent and the smell of his shaving cream and soap.

She was wearing Carla’s favorite perfume and when he buried his face in her hair she knew he was drinking in the scent. Was he perhaps comparing Carla’s scent to Tori’s? Some perverse part of her hoped that he was.

He kissed her again, more roughly this time. A thrill went through her belly and she wondered if it was going to be a night of good hard sex like they’d had two weeks ago.

As they kissed she pushed aside his suit jacket and moved her hands up his muscled chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath her palms. He moved his hands down her thighs then pushed her short dress up so that his palms were on her silky black panties. He pulled her up tight against him so that she felt the power of his erection against her abdomen.

Carla was taller than Tori so his body fit hers differently. His hands found her breasts and he cupped them and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples through the sequined dress, and she moaned. She might be in a different form, but her body was just as sensitive.

“Come on.” His voice was husky as he drew away and he clasped her hand in his.

He led her through the house until they reached his bedroom and he pushed open the double doors. It was a huge room with curtained floor-to-ceiling windows and a king-sized bed in the center. The room was done in burgundy and forest green with dark wood furniture. At least a dozen pillows were on the bed that had a burgundy comforter with a design created with rich gold thread.

The lighting was dim, as if he’d expected to have her in his bedroom tonight. When they were near the bed he stopped and turned her so that she was facing a mirror. She saw the elegant woman reflected back at her and strangely she found it erotic to be in someone else’s body when a man was going to make love to her. It was like role-play, almost. Like dress up.

Carla’s lips were full and soft. Her breasts were large and she moved her hands up to cup them as Logan watched her. She saw the hunger in his eyes as she brushed her palms over her nipples that were barely covered by the low-cut dress.

He moved his hands to the hook at the top of the dress then unzipped it. She watched the dress slide down her body to her bare feet and she stepped out of it, now wearing only a black half-bra with her matching panties.

A crystal pin held her hair back and he took it out so that her hair fell in a soft whisper that was like silk on her shoulders. Her hair reached partway down her back where it tickled her between her shoulder blades.

He took her by her upper arms and turned her to face him again. She braced her hands on his shoulders as he lowered his head and traced her cleavage with his tongue above the bra, causing her to sigh with pleasure. He reached around her to unfasten her bra and let it drop to the floor then cupped her breasts.

She caught her breath as he sucked each of her nipples, swirling his tongue around the taut nubs. He tugged at each nipple with his teeth making them feel even harder. His shoulders felt powerful beneath his suit coat and she pushed at it, wanting it off.

Instead of allowing her to take it off, he showed her who was in control. He took her wrists in his hands and pinned them behind her back, which caused her to thrust out her chest. He kissed her again before trailing his lips along her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat and to the sensitive spot between her breasts.

He released her wrists and hooked his fingers in her panties and pushed them over her hips and down her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as he drew her forward, fully into his arms.

His clothing felt erotic against her bare skin as he pressed his body to hers and kissed her again. She liked this slow and sensual assault on her senses that was so different than their wild love making the weekend she met him. She’d loved every minute of that weekend like she loved every moment of the present.

He stepped back from her and removed his suit jacket, tossing it on a chair beside the double doors. Then he guided her to the bed and she sat on the edge, the comforter soft beneath her ass and her thighs. He gently pushed her down so that she was lying on the bed, her head resting on one of the pillows.

Still clothed, he moved so that he was over her, bracing his hands to either side of her. He looked down and her lips parted as she met his gaze. For a moment she felt as if he could see straight through her, see that she wasn’t really Carla. But then he eased down her body.

Butterflies flipped in her belly as he moved between her legs then pressed open her thighs, spreading her wide for him. He lowered his head, his hair brushing against her inner thighs. Her legs started to tremble as she waited for that moment his tongue would be on her.

With a light flick of his tongue, he licked her clit again and again and she nearly came up off the bed. He had barely touched her and he had her moaning and wriggling.

She watched him as he began licking her and sucking her harder and she cried out, unable to hold back. Seeing him between her thighs made the experience all the more exciting. She felt an orgasm building faster than she’d ever experienced before. It grew in intensity, coming closer and closer as he buried his face between her thighs and applied more pressure. Her body bucked against him as she came in a hard rush. Her cry was long and she clamped her thighs around his head, wanting him to stop yet wanting him to continue.

When he raised his head he gave her a sexy grin. “I don’t think you’ve been quite that loud before.” She bit her lower lip and realized she’d just let herself go and hadn’t responded to his lovemaking like Carla had in the past. “I loved it,” he added and she smiled at him.

Desire was hot and strong inside Logan as he rose and began unbuttoning his shirt. He watched as Carla ran her tongue along her lower lip. She eased off the bed and went to him as he tossed his shirt onto her clothing. He kicked off his shoes and waited as she tugged on his socks and pulled them off then dropped them on the floor.

She reached for his belt and he let her unbuckle it and then she undid the button of his slacks and drew the zipper down. He wore boxer briefs and she tugged the briefs down at the same time she pulled down his slacks.

Tremors went through him as she paused when she released his cock, stopping to caress it from balls to tip and back again. His breath came out in a low hiss and he watched her smile as she pushed his slacks the rest of the way down his thighs to his feet. He kicked them off and she grasped his erection in her hand again.

And then those red lips that he’d been watching all night slid over his erection and he groaned. He couldn’t hold back anything as she went down on him, her gray eyes watching him as she sucked his cock.

He’d always enjoyed having Carla go down on him, but she’d never done it like this—in earnest and like she loved everything about it and loved his taste. She’d never swallowed his come and she usually gagged when he went to the back of her throat. This time she took him deep in her hot, wet, mouth, and he wondered what she would do if he came in her mouth.

But he wasn’t going to do that. He wanted to come inside her after fucking her brains out. Yet he wanted to take her slow and easy, make love to her in ways he never had before.

He gritted his teeth as he came closer to climax and he had to grab her head with his hands.

“Stop.” His voice was rough and low. “Stand for me.”

She licked her lips as her gaze fixed on his and he felt like he was going to come right then and there, even without her mouth on him any longer.

He guided her to the bed and eased her onto the mattress then on her back. He slid between her thighs and held his erection at the entrance to her core.

Her lips were parted, her eyes heavy-lidded as she grasped his upper arms. He slowly slid into her, stretching her, filling her with his cock. Her eyes widened and she gasped as if she’d never felt him inside of her before.

Something was different about her in so many ways. And he felt yet another dimension to her as he took her slow and easy and she raised her hips in tandem with his thrusts.

She felt so damn good as her pussy clenched his cock. She reached around him and dug her fingernails into his back as she met his gaze. It felt hot and erotic as she clawed his skin and he couldn’t hold himself back as he picked up his pace and he fucked her harder and harder.

His orgasm built inside of him even as he saw how close she was to coming and he had to focus to keep his body from flickering and fading as he took her. That had never happened with Carla before, only with Tori.

Carla’s breathing was hard, her eyes almost unseeing as she began to lose control.

“Hold on, baby,” he said as she dug her fingernails into his back. “I want to come with you.”

She bit her lower lip and he knew she was struggling to hold onto her orgasm.

His own climax rushed closer and closer until he almost couldn’t see straight. Sensation built in his groin, growing and growing—

“Now.” His words came out in a growl. “Now, Carla.”

She cried out louder than he’d ever heard her before, almost a scream. His own cry came out in a harsh rumble ending in a shout as he came inside of her.

His cock throbbed and her core clenched him as they both came. It was almost too much and he stilled and pressed his groin hard against her.

He pulled his cock out and kissed her hard. He was covered in sweat and he felt the perspiration on her skin against his.

The smell of sex mixed with her jasmine scent and he smiled and kissed her again before easing off her onto his side then pulling her into his embrace.

He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the long strands.

“I love you, Logan,” she said softly then stilled, like she hadn’t meant to say it.

He stopped combing her hair with his fingers then started again. “Do you mean that, Carla?”

She was quiet for a moment. “Yes,” she said.

Before he could answer, another scene flashed through his mind and was like a punch to the gut.

Tori. Standing over a dead body, the carpet at her feet soaked with blood.

“What’s wrong?” Carla’s voice knocked him out of the premonition.

He’d grown cold and for a moment wondered if he’d faded in Carla’s arms. But then he realized he was holding her so tight she could probably barely breathe.