Luck Be a Lady - Cathie Linz [81]
“Yes.”
“You’re upset.”
“Because you’re not kissing me.”
She couldn’t cope with another rejection, but the hot desire blazing in his eyes told her how much he wanted her. So did his kiss as he quickly lowered his head to consume her mouth. Eventually he moved on, lowering his lips to her breast, where he teased her with his talented tongue until she arched her back and shivered with delight.
Threading her hands through his hair, she shifted his attention to her other breast, which pouted at being ignored. With every pull of his mouth she experienced a mirroring tug deep within her womb. She’d never felt this way before. Never been so consumed with pleasure and desire.
Things moved rapidly after that as they disposed of items of clothing—her black pants, his jeans. Their embrace and caresses became more intimate. Megan moaned with pleasure as he slid his fingers beneath her lacy underwear to seduce her with his erotic touch. She was spinning out of control by the time he removed her underwear and his.
“Condom?” she whispered.
He leaned away to remove one from his wallet. “I was a Boy Scout. We’re trained to be prepared.”
“You thought you’d get lucky?”
He stared at her. “I didn’t come to D.C. to have sex with you,” he said bluntly. “We can stop this ...”
“No, we can’t,” she said fiercely. “We’ve been fighting this forever.” She cupped his erection, full and hot, in her hand. “I’m done fighting. Make love, not war.”
He rolled on the condom. She reached for him and guided him into her. He rocked against her, sending her to a new level of sensual bliss. Her pleasure increased with every thrust he made until she reached the pinnacle and flew over the edge.
His ensuing shout of satisfaction brought a smile to her lips. She was too steeped in sexual delight to speak for several minutes.
“Was that your stomach growling or mine?” she asked.
“They don’t feed you on the damn planes anymore.”
“We better order room service. I have a feeling you’re going to need to keep up your stamina.” She placed her hand over his lips. “And don’t say that’s not the only thing you need to keep up.”
He nipped her finger before licking the center of her palm. “As if I’d say such a thing.”
“How many condoms did you bring?”
“Not enough. Order more when you order room service.”
“I’m pretty sure condoms aren’t on the menu.”
“I suppose I could go down to the gift shop and get a box.”
He rolled away from her and put on his briefs and jeans. He pulled a plain black T-shirt from his duffle bag. She sat up, tugging a sheet around her. “Don’t be long.”
He returned to kneel on the bed and kiss her senseless. “Don’t worry, I’ll hurry.”
He did. He was back in time for them to make love again before the room service she’d ordered arrived.
She’d taken a quick shower while he dealt with the hotel employee who brought their meal. “Steak,” he said approvingly.
“Protein for your . . . stamina.”
“Strawberries and whipped cream.”
“For dessert.”
“I can hardly wait.”
They shared their food, Logan offering her a taste of his steak while she offered him a taste of her asparagus. But dessert was the most fun of all. He dipped a strawberry in the bowl of whipped cream and offered it to her. She took a bite. So did he. Then he kissed the fruity juice from her lips before scooping her in his arms and dumping her on the tousled bed. “I’m a detective. I interrogate people for a living. I detect that you make this sexy kind of little gasp when I touch you right here. But I need to know more. Does this feel better?”
“That feels so good it should be criminal.”
“How about this?” He reached for the bowl of whipped cream and placed a dollop on the tip of her breast. She shivered at the chill followed by the heat of his tongue lapping at her.
Later, when they were both nude, she returned the favor by placing a generous bit of whipped cream on the tip of his penis. His groans of pleasure made her feel powerful as she seduced him the way he’d done her.
The next morning, Megan sat on the straight-backed chair and nibbled on the fresh fruit they’d had brought