“Over the ten-foot-high wall topped with razor wire?”
“Hey, you’re here, accept it. And you’re naked. Totally fucking naked. So the clothes have to go.” He tugged her sweater over her head, pressing a hard kiss to the skin above her bra.
“You know this is a little far-fetched right?”
“Maybe.” But he didn’t sound too put out by her skepticism. He reached behind her, flicked open the catch on her bra and peeled the cups from her breasts. Stepping back, his gaze roamed over her, hot and dark. “Boots,” he said.
She glanced down and kicked off her boots. He opened the fastener of her pants, slowly lowered the zipper, and pushed them down over her hips and thighs. She shuffled out of them, leaving herself naked while Logan was still fully dressed. The sky was lightening around them, daylight close, and she was naked.
“What next?” she asked.
He studied her, head cocked to one side, lips curved in a slight smile. “Well, you’re tied up, your hands above your head.”
“Never going to happen.”
“I somehow thought you might say that. But we’ll work with what we’ve got.” He took a step closer, his fingertips trailing lightly down her arms, sending tingles zinging along her nerves, before catching her around the wrists.
For a second it occurred to her that she was in a deserted place with a man she knew very little about except that he was fixated on her sexually and fantasized about her being tied up and at his mercy. But only for a second. She trusted Logan. God knew why, but she felt safe with him. Well, maybe safe wasn’t the right word. Her body thrummed with anticipation, her breasts ached, and a pulse throbbed between her thighs. She knew she was soaking wet and she didn’t protest when he pulled her arms up and clamped them together in one of his.
“Shit, that is fucking hot. Your breasts are fucking amazing like this.” He wrapped her fingers around something metal. She peered up; a thick metal hook was embedded in the wall above her head. “Can you hold them there?”
She nodded…swallowed…licked her lips. “What happens next?”
“I go to untie you, and you tell me to wait. You’re so turned on by me saving you that you can’t wait and you beg me to fuck your brains out. Right here and now.”
“I bet I don’t say that. Even in a fantasy.”
He leaned in a little, stroked a finger over her breasts, rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging it as he watched her face. The action resonated between her thighs, hot and liquid. “Don’t you want me to fuck your brains out, sergeant?” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath feathering her skin. “Fuck you hard and fast up against the wall until you come screaming.”
Her traitorous sex clenched up tight at his words, and her mouth went dry. His hand shifted to his belt, and he slowly unbuckled it, opened the button on his pants, and lowered the zipper, letting out a groan of relief. His shaft sprang free, rock hard and vertical. She couldn’t drag her gaze away as he fisted his erection. “You want this? All of it, deep inside you?”
She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, he was focused on her face, his hand still around his cock. As she watched, he squeezed hard, a shudder running through him. Oh Lord, but she wanted him inside her, like she’d never wanted anything before. And all she had to do was beg. She could do this.
“Please, Logan…”
“Go on.”
She bit her lip. “Please will you fuck my brains out?”
“Good girl.” He grinned. “And because you asked so nicely…”
He pulled a packet from his back pocket, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled the condom down over his erection. Stepping closer, he thrust one leather clad thigh between hers, pushing her legs apart. His big hand cupped her sex, one finger sliding between the folds. “Christ, you’re always so wet.” His hands shifted to her hips, gripped her hard, lifting her slightly so she grabbed his shoulders for balance.
“Hey, put those hands back. You’re supposed to be tied up,” he growled. “Trust me, I’ve got you.” She grasped the metal loop again as he shoved inside her with one hard flex of his hips. Her legs wrapped round his hips as he shifted her higher, pushing her back against the smooth metal of the door. He withdrew and she moaned at the exquisite drag of his flesh against hers, then moaned again as he pushed back inside. “So tight and hot and wet for me. All for me.” He pressed his face into the curve of her neck. “Ready?”
For what?