Stefanie London - Mr. Dangerously Sexy

“What if you hadn’t followed me tonight?” she whispered groggily. “What would have happened if...if...”

A tremor ran through her body and he wrapped his arm around her, hugging her to his chest. “I’ll find this guy and take him down, I swear.”

“I want to take care of myself.”

He held his tongue. There was no point arguing with her now—he knew how she felt about being independent. About wanting to prove that she could handle things on her own. Of course, he disagreed. She wasn’t weak, far from it. In fact, Addison was the strongest person he knew. But she didn’t have his training, his experience.

Daniel had sheltered her from the ugly aspects of their world, and to the best of his ability, Logan would continue that. He could never lose her, never let anything happen to her. Because without her...well, he didn’t even want to think about a world where she wasn’t part of his life.

“I want to take care of you, for once.” Her whispered voice prickled at his resolve; it picked apart his defenses.

His brain scrambled to find the right thing to say, but that had never been his forte. Some guys had a knack for words; they knew how to seduce and influence and placate. But Logan was only good with his hands.

“Shhh.” He brushed her hair back, smoothing his fingertips over her temple with each stroke. “You need to sleep now.”

For a moment he thought she’d drifted off; her breathing became soft and her body seemed to melt against his. He’d been holding himself in check but the slight shift of her body, the gentlest brush of her ass against his lap, yanked open the floodgates. His cock leaped from half-mast to full attention and a groan stuck in his throat.

As he was about to extricate himself from her bed, she moved again. This time he realized it was on purpose, and knowing that made him even harder. His brain screamed at him to go, but she felt so damn good in his arms. Soft yet firm, silky smooth. So tempting.

“Logan,” she breathed, rolling her head back against his chest. Her hand slipped between them and she felt for his cock. His whole body was about to go up in flames.

Yeah, flames. Because you’re going straight to hell.

“Addi, we shouldn’t—”

“Shh.” Her fingers danced along the length of his fly. He strained painfully against the confines of his jeans, the zipper barely keeping him in. “I can feel how much you want it.”

“It’s not about my wants,” he gritted out. How could he be so weak to end up in this position again?

“Is it about what I want?” Her hand moved away from his cock and he thought he might be off the hook. But she captured his wrist and pulled his hand down until he cupped her between the legs.

Heat radiated through the sheet. Even with the material stopping him from fully exploring her, he could feel how ready she was. She kept her hand over his as she circled her hips into his touch.

“Dammit, Addi.” He moaned into her hair. It was all he could do not to rip the sheet from her body and plunge his fingers into her sweet, hot sex. “This isn’t right. Last time was...”

“Sex, Logan. It was sex.” She huffed. “I’m not some delicate flower, you know.”

She pushed the sheet down, exposing the full glory of the silk camisole as it hugged her incredible body. When she pushed up to straddle him, her breasts bounced, unconfined. He remembered how she’d felt under his tongue, the way her rosy little nipples had stiffened when he’d kissed them. The way her back had bowed when he’d sucked on them. The way her skin had tasted sweet and earthy and unique.

“I can read you like a book.” She pressed down, tilting her hips back and forth so that she rubbed her sex along the hard length of him. The sensation was too good; he forced his eyes shut and his fingers dug into her hips. “You want me.”

If he wasn’t careful that gentle rocking of her hips was going to make him come in his pants. But he couldn’t seem to push her away. She was right—he wanted her. He wanted her more than the air in his lungs.

Always had, always would...against his better judgment, anyway.

“If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be able to walk away.”

A wicked smile curved on her full lips. “I doubt you’d be able to walk anywhere right now.”

* * *

ADDISON SWIRLED HER hips in a figure eight, feeling the rasp of Logan’s jeans against her sensitive skin. Hovering over him—knowing he was fully at her mercy—was a power trip. In every other aspect of their lives he was in charge; he was one step ahead.

She might not be able to have control in the boardroom, but in the bedroom...this could be her domain. This was where she could gain control back, where she could have the upper hand.

You sure it’s nothing to do with the fact that you could have died tonight? That you could have lost him for good?

Fear wrapped its hands around her throat but she shoved the troubling thoughts away. Now was not the time for weakness. She leaned forward, hinging at her hips and giving him an eyeful of her breasts. Obviously she hadn’t packed the camisole for him, since she was supposed to be spending the weekend alone. She simply loved the feel of silk on her skin.

But she liked the feel of his hands on her even more.

“Keep pushing me, Addi. I dare you.” His face was hard-set, the angle of his jaw sharp in the near darkness.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she whispered, bending forward so that her lips brushed his ear. “Everyone thinks you’re the Big Bad Wolf but I know you’re just a teddy bear.”

His big hands slid along her thighs, catching the hem of the camisole and pushing it up. “Is that so?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

His hands inched higher. “You’re making one terrible mistake right now.”

“What’s that?”

His thumb brushed the sensitive skin of her sex. “Thinking you’re in charge just because you’re on top.”

Before she could retort, he felt for her clit with his thumb. Pleasure rocketed through her the second he made contact and she fell back, bracing herself on her hands. It was shameless how she thrust her hips toward him, determined to get as much friction as possible. The slow, sensual seduction was over.

That exactly was what Logan was like in bed. To the point. He didn’t mess around. Rather, he went straight in for the kill.

“Oh God.” Her head lolled. “You’re too damn good at that.”

“Tell me how good,” he urged her on, his voice shredded and rough. “If I’m going to hell I want to know you’ve enjoyed the ride.”

A low chuckle came from her throat. “And you still say you’re in charge?”

He grunted and grabbed her hips, yanking her forward and pushing himself down on the mattress at the same time until her body hovered over his face. Was he going to...?

He latched his mouth onto her sex and his tongue lapped at her with a focus that made her whole body quake. Tremors racked her, but his hands held her down over him. She pitched forward and planted one hand on the wall behind the bed to stop herself from falling over.

“Logan!” His name dissolved on her tongue as orgasm swept through her. Her muscles clenched and released as pleasure poured through her veins. Obliterating her. Turning her to mush.

As the tremors subsided, he guided her back down to the bed. She curled into him, her hands seeking out the warmth of his chest and the vibrations of his heart.

“Score one, Team Dane,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Screw you.”

He chuckled against her hair. “Is that a request?”

“It’s an order.”

The ridge outlined by his jeans told her that he was at bursting point. That meant she’d have to take it slow, tease him for as long as she could before giving in. Prove to him that he wasn’t in charge here. This was her domain.