But she gave a quick nod, which he must have felt. “Good.”
He drew back and slammed into her hard, filling her, stretching her. She had no time to analyze the sensation because he was moving fast. Eyes closed, she clung to the metal above her head as he pumped into her, each fierce stroke driving her higher, pressing against her clit, pushing her beyond the limits of a pleasure that bordered on pain, until she was aware of nothing but the thrust of his hard cock. Inside her everything was building, tightening, growing almost unbearable in its intensity, until at last she burst into a thousand pieces, multicolored lights flashing behind her closed lids. As the pleasure waned, he rotated his hips, grinding against her clit, and she came again.
As she screamed his name, Logan released the last of his control. His head went back as his orgasm engulfed him, flooding his system. Each time the pleasure subsided, she’d twitch her hips, and it would start all over again, until his legs were trembling and sweat beaded his skin.
Grabbing her hips, he held her still. “Christ, no more.”
He rested his forehead against hers, and they stayed like that for what seemed like an age. Never in his life had he felt like this. All mixed up, and choked up, and not wanting to let her go. Sex had always been just that—a necessary release of tension. This was way more, and the thought scared him. He’d never wanted more, wasn’t even sure what “more” entailed.
She shifted, and he sighed against her skin and raised his head. Her eyes blinked up at him, dazed and sleepy. He wasn’t the only one affected by their encounter.
“Thank you,” he said.
She opened her mouth, then thought better and closed it again. He’d made her speechless and he liked that. Her hands still gripped the hook above her head as if she couldn’t let go, and he reached up, uncurling her fingers from the metal. “You can let go now, sweetheart.”
She dropped her hands to his shoulder as her legs gave way, and he wrapped his arms around her. Holding her against his chest, he backed up and slid down the wall behind him so he was seated on the ground with her, soft and clinging in his arms. He’d never liked clingy women, but Abby was different. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of flowers drifting up from her hair as he stroked lazy circles on her skin.
After a few minutes, she raised her head, and he found himself staring into fathomless blue eyes. They were filled with an expression he couldn’t quite define, but which set off alarm bells somewhere deep inside. Alarm bells he ignored. Right now he felt too mellow. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. At least I think so. That was…”
“Intense?”
She gave a wry smile. “That’s one word to describe it.”
How about mind-blowing? But maybe it hadn’t felt the same for her. A car drove past on the road beyond the warehouse, and she shifted in his arms. “You can let me go now,” she said.
Time to move and get back to real life.
He sighed. He liked it right here. Real life had a way of tarnishing things. But he uncurled his arms from around her.
Totally naked, she scrambled to her feet and stood. He couldn’t take his eyes from the smooth curves of her body. Perfection. She cast him a quick peek as if realizing he was watching, then looked purposefully away. Her clothes were scattered on the ground, and she quickly grabbed them up and pulled them on, only looking back at Logan when she was fully dressed. He was still seated on the ground, back against the wall, legs stretched out. Now he pushed himself to his feet, fastened his pants, and was ready to go.
“I’ll take you home.”
“What is this place?” she asked as they headed back to the bike.
“A work in progress. I bought the site to open a new club.”
He took the drive back a little slower. The roads were still quiet this early, but he felt no urge to rush. He liked the way she held him loosely, but with her breasts pressed against his back.
At that moment, he became aware of a sound. A police siren. He looked in the mirror and swore under his breath. He so didn’t need this right now. But sure enough, there was a patrol car coming up behind them, flashing its lights for them to pull over. They were the only thing on the road, so it must mean them, though he hadn’t been speeding.
He glanced back over his shoulder, just to check, and then slowed the bike and steered to the side of the road, where he pulled over and switched off the engine. The police car drew up behind. Through the mirror, he watched the officer climb out and approach them.