Sweet Resolve (The Lucky #2) (9 page)

“Well, Logan has a dog. I’m watching her and her puppies until—”

“Puppies?” Kristen broke in, then rushed with Daisy into the spare room. Logan walked up behind Amy and placed his hands on her hips as they listened to Kristen
ooh
and
aah
over the dogs.

He turned her using his hands on her hips. “I’d better let you two have some time.” He stepped closer to her and she felt her body instantly respond. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He leaned down and kissed her until she felt her toes start to curl.

“Later.” She knew she’d have a lot of explaining to do with Kristen after he left.

No sooner had the front door closed, than Kristen was by her side, hands at her hips, her head tilted questioningly. “Spill!”

Amy thought she saw a slight smile on her friend’s lips. Closing her eyes, she tried to calm her body down from the onslaught that was Logan Miller.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

All next week Logan found it hard to concentrate every time she was within his sight. He took to using his uncle’s office, since he had a full schedule that week and was hardly there.

Amy kept getting more lovely every time he’d seen her. Monday, she’d worn a sexy cream-colored dress, which had hugged every curve. The deep
V
ran off her shoulders, dipping low over those breasts he’d gotten his hands on just the day before. She’d worn heels, making her the same height as him. He found the ensemble so damn sexy that he had wanted to pull her into a closet or empty office somewhere to see how quickly he could discard her entire outfit.

That’s when he’d decided he needed to use his uncle’s office for the day. Of course, Tuesday had come along and this time it had been a gray skirt, with a deep-red, off-the-shoulder blouse. She’d covered the blouse with a blazer that matched the skirt, but the second she’d removed it, he’d hightailed it to his uncle’s office to hide behind the desk for the remainder of the day.

Then on Wednesday, they’d been called out to another meeting with the McCormack Group to finalize their offer. Her outfit that day had definitely been his undoing. The entire twenty minutes they sat around the boardroom table, the men in the meeting couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage as the curve of her breasts threatened to peek out of the crisp white blouse. He caught himself growling a warning to the other men.

When they were walking back to his car that evening, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her as he ran his hands over every inch of the tan skirt. Reluctant to release her, he nevertheless dropped his arms and opened the door for her.

Her eyes were unfocused, her hair was a little messed up, and the back of her shirt had come untucked from the skirt. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as she righted herself while he drove back toward their office.

“Do you always dress like this?” He watched her glide pink lip gloss over her bottom lip. Just the simple movement alone was causing his pants to become too tight.

“Like what?” she asked.

“You still carrying that gun of yours?”

She frowned even more. “Always.” She tapped her purse that sat next to her. “Why?”

“How about the Taser?”

She nodded.

“You might need it later.”

When they entered the office building, it was to pounding rain and thunder. He usually loved the summer storms, but this one seemed to only build his mood even more. He felt the air between Amy and him crackle as they stepped into the elevator.

When the doors slid closed he was shocked when she swooped over and pushed him up against the elevator wall. Her glossed lips glided over his, her sweet scent filled his senses as her hands ran over his arms and chest. She’d pushed herself up against him, and he knew he’d be walking funny into his uncle’s office once the doors opened again.

“Tell me that was your last meeting for the day,” he said against her skin as his hands pushed up her skirt so he could feel her bare skin under his fingers.

“All done for the day,” she purred.

“Then why in God’s name are we going back to the office?” He reached over and hit the lobby button as the car came to a halt on the second floor.

She giggled and leaned back as the doors slid open. He was thankful no one was in the hallway, and even more thankful that no one would be riding back down with them.

The second the doors closed, she was back on him, pushing him a little harder against the wall this time as she took his mouth with hers.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he growled as he felt her hike up her skirt to wrap a leg around his calf.

“Promise?” she teased.

His eyes closed as he ran his hands over her hips. “My place is closer.”

“Don’t make me wait too long.”

When they walked out of the building’s lobby, her skirt was twisted sideways. Her hair was messy again from his hands, and her newly applied lip gloss was coating his own lips and face.

His tie was completely loose so he pulled it off as he held open his car door for Amy, then shoved it into his jacket pocket. Wondering how fast he could get to his apartment, he tried not to focus on the way she crossed her legs on the short ride.

When they finally pulled into his covered parking spot at the apartment complex, he wasted no time and pulled her into his lap. A hard task, since there was a large console between their seats. She quickly maneuvered her skirt over her hips, causing his blood to boil.

His hands went to her smooth legs as her mouth fused to his. Her fingers ran through his hair, then traveled down his neck before settling on his shoulders and arms.

He heard her moan when he reached up between her soft thighs and pulled the silk material aside to finally run his finger over the softest skin he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling.

“Logan.” She leaned back and bit her bottom lip as her eyes closed. His finger dipped into her slickness and he watched her hips jolt a little.

He could watch her all day like this. The way her light eyelashes rested on her pink cheeks. Her hair was completely messed up, and he loved her disheveled look. Her shirt was coming unbuttoned, thanks to his own hands, giving him a view of silk, lace, and soft, pale skin underneath.

Reaching up with his free hand, he unbuttoned until he could tug her breast free from her bra and run his mouth over her erect nipple. Her hands tightened in his hair and he felt her breath hitch.

“Yes, that’s it.” He moaned against her skin. He wanted to feel her lose control. Here. Now. His fingers explored her deeper and he felt her hips start to move with each slide of his own. She was rubbing her thighs against his erection still contained in his slacks. Which was only causing him pleasure. His eyes were glued to her face as he watched her skin heat. He bent forward to lick his way around her exposed breasts again.

“That’s it, come undone for me.” He quickened his pace and watched her flush as she exploded around his fingers. He’d never experienced anything so wonderful in his life.

She melted down onto his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as he felt her body relax. He knew he wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot, but for phase two, he needed to get them up three flights of stairs.

Sighing, he started to button up her shirt, but got only one done. Then he reached into the back seat where he’d thrown his blazer and wrapped it around her instead.

She looked down at him. “I must look a mess.” She reached for her hair, but he took her wrists and stopped her.

“No, don’t change a thing. I want you just the way you are, in my bed.” He quickly opened the door. She grabbed her heels, which he hadn’t known she’d discarded before climbing over the console.

Then he watched her slip them on and felt himself twitch at the thought of her in his bed with nothing but the sexy shoes on.

“What?” She frowned down at him.

He shook his head, not trusting the words that would come out of his mouth if he spoke. Spanning her waist with his hands, he set her outside his door on the concrete and then grabbed his keys and followed her. Taking her hand, he rushed them up the stairs and felt a little winded when he finally reached his doorway.

He heard her giggle and catch her own breath when he shoved his key into the lock.

“Logan,” she started to say, but he pulled her inside quickly, removed the blazer, and then pushed her back up against his door. His mouth covered hers again. His hands went to her hips, hiking her skirt high, until her panties were completely exposed.

“God help me, I want you so bad,” he groaned against her mouth.

She’d never experienced anything like what he’d done to her in the car. Nor had she ever felt so exposed. Actually, making out in a car was one teenage experience she’d avoided in her youth.

Now, as an adult, she could totally appreciate the whimsy of it all and the excitement. His finger found her heated, swollen skin and started playing across its slickness. She felt her knees almost give out, and if it hadn’t been for his body pressed up against hers and the door, she would have melted to the floor.

Then, he was on his knees, his hands pulling her panties down over her shoes as his mouth touched her, his tongue dipping deep inside her as she cried out his name.

Her fingers went to his hair, holding him, directing him over her flesh. She realized she was begging as both his tongue and one finger dipped inside her to pleasure her.

“Please.” She moaned when she felt herself building fast. “Logan, I need . . .”

“What?” He stood quickly, then lifted her in his arms. “Tell me what you need,” he growled as he walked fast toward the back of his apartment.

Her eyes met his silver ones and she felt her heart skip a little. “You.” It came out as a whisper.

His smile was fast as he laid her gently on his bed. Her eyes were glued to him. She watched as he removed his shirt, a little too slowly. She wanted to reach up and rip the buttons off but felt like she was frozen in place. Finally, he tossed the shirt into a corner and put his hands on his belt. She sat up and covered his hands with her own.

“Let me,” she said, throwing the belt over to the same corner. His hands had dropped to his sides, his eyes watching her face closely. When she slowly ran her hand over his hardness, still tucked inside his slacks, he moaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back. She did this a few more times, before slowly sliding his zipper down and releasing him fully.

He was beautiful. Of course, no man liked to hear that word used to describe him, but there was no other word that would have done the moment justice. She tugged his slacks until they pooled around his feet. When he stepped out of them, he frowned.

“How is it that I’m naked and you still have all of your clothes on?” He smiled. “Looks like it’s my turn.” He reached for her shirt.

“I’m not wearing any panties.” She scooted farther onto the bed.

“Yes.” He ran his tongue over his lips and groaned. “I remember now.”

He got onto his knees on the edge of the bed and crawled closer to her. His hands reached out and took her by the hips, holding her still. When she stopped edging away, she watched his fingers undo the remaining button of her blouse.

“Do you realize how crazy you made every man in that boardroom today?” His eyes went to hers and they grew dark with desire. “This . . .” He ran a finger lightly over the crest of her breast. Her head rolled back, and she felt her breath hitch as her heart raced. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this part.” He dipped his head and ran his mouth over the same spot.

His fingers pushed the light material off her shoulders. She felt him reach around her and unclasp her bra and moved to help him remove it.

“Let me . . .” he said against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

When she was finally exposed, he leaned back and looked at her. She thought she heard him whisper, “Perfect.” But couldn’t be sure, since her heart was beating too loudly in her ears for her to hear.

Then he ran the back of his fingers over her lightly, she closed her eyes, and then she could no longer see either.

“Please,” she begged again. He was making her body heat and all she wanted was to be next to him, skin against skin.

She opened her eyes again. He’d moved to the edge of the bed and was using his hands to pull down her skirt. She was still wearing her heels and she reached down to remove them.

“No, leave them.” He smiled as he tossed her skirt into the same corner. Then he was moving back up the mattress to settle between her spread legs. Her knees were bent and her heels rested on the soft bed.

His hands ran up her legs, pushing them higher as he moved closer to her. She watched him open a condom and roll it on his full length. Just the simple act had her insides clenching with desire.

She’d never wanted someone as much as she wanted him. His eyes moved to hers and the edges of his mouth curved up. How had she never realized just how sexy his smile was before? She’d always seen it as annoying because usually he had been laughing at her. Now, however, his mouth looked too good to ignore.

When he leaned closer, her eyes followed the movement until she felt those lips on hers again. His hand was still resting on her outer thigh and when he moved against her, she moaned and raised her hips to meet him. He rubbed against the tender skin where she wanted him to fill her.

“Yes. I love those little noises you make,” he said as his mouth traveled down her neck.

“You’re driving me crazy.” She gripped his hips, trying to get him to move where she wanted him.

“Now you know how I felt all day. Imagine sitting across the table with this all during that meeting.” He rubbed his full length against her in one quick slide.

She arched and groaned, the image of how he’d looked as they’d sat in the staff boardroom flashed in her mind. Then it was replaced with how he looked now. Hovering above her, naked, erect.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels pressed up against his thighs.

“Yes,” he groaned as he moved closer. “Do you feel it?”

She met his eyes as he slid quickly into her.