Real Good Man (Real Duet #1)

“I’m nothing special. I make my living with my hands.” He holds up both of them, big and wide, in front of me. “I spend more time scrubbing with Fast Orange so they’re not stained black than you probably do getting your nails done. There’s not one f*cking thing about me that makes me the right guy for you. I’ve known that from day one.”

His words cut into me, and I’m terrified he’s going to leave me standing here without ever knowing what could have happened between us. If he’s dead set on going, I’m not the kind of woman who will ever beg a man to stay.

“Then why did you come?”

Logan’s gaze pierces mine. “I couldn’t miss the chance to meet a woman who has me intrigued like no one else ever has.”

“Intrigued.” I try the word out like it’s Russian or something. But isn’t that exactly how I felt?

“Yeah, really f*cking intrigued.”

“Well, you’ve met me.”

Heat burns in his blue eyes. “And intrigued doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m thinking right now. You’re the whole package.”

Even though I know I shouldn’t, I peel off my trench coat and toss it toward the love seat. Without stopping, I reach for the belt on my dress and untie it.

If I thought I saw heat in his gaze before, now I see flames.

Logan steps forward and stills my hands when I go for the buttons. “I didn’t come here to f*ck you, Banner.”

All my good intentions die a quick death.

“But I’m not letting you leave without f*cking me either.”

His hands tense on mine. “Then I’m gonna have to make it unforgettable.”

My inner muscles clench at his drawled promise.

“This wasn’t my plan,” I tell him.

“Mine either, but now that you’ve started on those buttons, I want you to take it slow. I want to watch you unwrap every inch of that amazing body like the sweetest gift I’ve ever gotten.”

He releases his hold on my hands, but I want his touch back. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.

One night. If that’s all I’m going to get with Logan Brantley, then I’m going to make sure it stays with both of us for a lot longer.

Button by button, I undo my dress, letting the sides fall further open as each is freed. My plain black lingerie isn’t anything that’s going to bring a man to his knees, but Logan hasn’t even looked down at what I’m revealing. His gaze is locked on my face, like he’s waiting for something, and I’m strangely appreciative of it. It’s not until I’ve unhooked every single button that he finally sweeps his gaze downward.

His groan is the most gratifying sound I’ve ever heard.

“Sweet Jesus, you’ve got a body made for sin.”

I let the dress fall to my feet as his big hand slides into my hair to wrap around the base of my neck.

“How much do you trust me, Banner?” His words are quiet and low, sending goose bumps rising across my skin.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the kind of man who likes what he likes and doesn’t have a problem taking the reins. You strike me as a woman who might have a problem with that.”

Heat flares between my legs.

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked,” I whisper. I’m pretty sure I have a T-shirt that says it too.

“Then I’m going to give us both what we want.” His grip on my neck tightens, and I squeeze my thighs together in anticipation.

Tonight just might kill me. But it’ll be worth it.

“Give me everything.”

His eyes flash again, just before he lowers his lips to mine. My hands find their way to his shoulders, where I hold on as the kiss weakens my knees.

A strong arm slides under my ass to lift me higher and press me against his body. There’s no give when solid muscle meets my curves, and I adjust my grip for a better hold. My legs snake around either side of his hips like I’m going to climb him—which isn’t far off my plans.

The kiss goes on for long minutes as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. I lose myself in it until he finally pulls back, giving him an inch to drag his lips down my jaw. Logan lifts me higher to tongue my nipple through my bra and tug at it with his teeth.

Shafts of pleasure dive from my nipples straight to my clit as it pulses against his hard stomach. I arch toward him, seeking more pressure as he unleashes waves of pleasure with his teeth and lips and tongue on my nipples.

When he slows for a moment, I breathe out what I believe passes for words. “Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”

He shoves my bra up, baring me, and continues tugging my nipple between his teeth. I writhe harder against his belly, grinding down until a totally unexpected orgasm bursts inside me. My eyes slam shut as I let it roll through me.

Holy shit, did that just happen?





Chapter 13


Logan


I was honest when I told Banner I didn’t come here to f*ck her, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it a hell of a lot, especially after her dirty drunk texts.

She could have had us stay at that tapas place and told me to have a safe drive home after dinner, and I wouldn’t have held it against her.

But she didn’t.

She also could have sent me on my way after having an amazing night at the arcade, and left it at that. I would have driven home to Kentucky with my brain working overtime on what kind of reason I could come up with to get my ass back to New York to see her again.

But she didn’t.

When we walked into her apartment, I didn’t have any plans except to let her set the pace. I wasn’t about to step in and take over until she made it clear that’s what she wanted. I can let a woman call the shots in a lot of areas of my life, but when it comes to sex, I like to be in control.

When she said she doesn’t like to be told what to do unless she’s naked, I knew Banner and I fit together better than I could have expected. When she comes from no more than my mouth on her tits and her p*ssy rubbing against my stomach, I don’t need any more confirmation than that.

My cock is rock hard and ready to get in the game.

For a moment, I consider lowering her to the floor, but I don’t want to let her out of my arms. Instead, I lift her higher, settling her middle over my shoulder as I cover her ass cheek with a hand to hold her steady.

I walk in what I assume is the direction of her bedroom and spot a king-sized bed covered in pillows and a fluffy blanket. First order of business: get on my knees and worship that sweet little p*ssy until she’s come so many times, she forgets how insane this thing is between us. If I have anything to say about it, she won’t have a chance to forget tonight, because this won’t be the end.

Banner releases a breath when I lower her to the bed and tug off her sexy knee-high boots and the stockings beneath them.

“What—what are you—”

“You just got yourself off.”

It’s not a question, but she nods.

“And I want to get you off again. And again. I want to know how sweet you taste when you come against my mouth.”

Her eyes widen as I rub the back of my fingers down the front of her panties. I’m glad they don’t look like they cost hundreds of dollars, because I’m not promising I won’t shred them to get them off her faster.