“That’s it,” he murmured. “You feel me now, don’t you?”
She nodded slightly, still lost in his gaze. Her body lost in bliss.
“Are you with me?”
“Yes, I’m with you.”
“I’m with you too. You’re amazing inside, Toni.”
She bit her lip. She knew he meant inside her body, not inside her heart. Not inside her soul. Not even inside her mind. She wanted only the physical, but found separating the physical from the emotional was a lot harder than she bargained for. Sharing something this intimate, even with a virtual stranger, tugged at feelings she wished she could deny. Toni slipped her hands into his thick curls and urged his sensual mouth to mate with hers. While kissing him, she could pretend that he really liked her. Pretend he loved her. He’d never know. He’d just think she really liked kissing, not that she was pouring her heart into the gesture. Stupid, Toni. What are you doing? She kissed him more desperately. Her hands moved to explore his sweat-slick back, his firm ass, and the taut muscles that flexed beneath his skin with each thrust. She wished they could have more than this one time. Wished she could learn how to please him and all the ways her body could be pleased in return. She knew as soon as he figured out she’d misled him, he would be finished with her. But maybe he wouldn’t find out. Maybe she could convince him that she was only interested in a sexual relationship and was game for anything. What man would refuse that kind of arrangement?
“You’re thinking again,” Logan said. “How does a guy get a brainy woman to stop thinking while he fucks her?”
“I’m sorry. I tend to do more thinking than fu . . . screwing.”
He chuckled. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
“I sure hope so.”
He shifted his body off hers slightly, and his hand moved down between their bodies. She had no idea what his intention was until his fingers brushed her clit.
“Let’s disengage that brain of yours.” He rubbed her clit with rapid, thought-shattering precision. He rocked his hips, sliding within her slightly as he brought her higher and higher with his touch. It was a moment before she realized she was calling out as her body strained toward something she knew she had to have, at the same time uncertain if she’d ever attain it. She’d brought herself to climax by stroking her clit many times in the past, but her vagina had never been filled when she’d reached orgasm. She’d never been exposed inside and out with a man buried deep within. So when her pleasure peaked and her body clenched around him, pulling at him, drawing him deeper, encouraging him to come with her, she called out to him brokenly, finally understanding what true bliss meant.
Logan shifted his fingers away and rode her climax with rapid thrusts. His body stiffened suddenly, and he groaned. Toni tried to force her eyes open. She wanted to see what a man looked like when her body brought him to his peak, but she still hadn’t recovered from her own pulsating orgasm, so she just clung to his shoulders and strained against him as he clung to her hips and let go.
Logan collapsed on top of her, his breaths harsh and ragged in her ear. She held him tightly. Though he was still buried inside of her, she wanted him closer. So close that they ceased existing as separate entities. A part of her wished they could remain like this—naked in each other’s arms—for eternity. Damn her fool heart anyway. That wasn’t how this worked and she knew it. But he let her hold him as if he instinctively knew that if she didn’t hold him against her, she’d completely fall apart.
When his breathing stilled, Logan lifted his head and grinned down at her. “That was fun.”
Fun? Well, she supposed it had been fun. It wouldn’t have been the first word she’d use to describe it.
“I want a beer,” he said. “Do you want one?”
She wasn’t much of a drinker, but less than half an hour ago she’d been a virgin, so why not? “Sure,” she said.
He pulled out and climbed to his feet. He moved his hand to remove the condom and froze. He had blood—Toni’s blood—all over him.
“Are you on your period? I wish you would have told me. We could have at least covered the sofa with a towel.”
She should have just continued with her string of lies and gone with yes, I’m on my period, I’m menstruating like a son of a bitch today, but instead she shook her head, fighting the ridiculous tears that were suddenly stinging her eyes. “No, that’s not it.”
Logan’s face twisted with horror. “You’re a virgin?” It was more an accusation than a question.
“Was,” she whispered.
The man should start a new Olympic sport—speed dressing. He’d definitely win the gold. Before she could even apologize for misleading him, he was gone.
Toni rolled onto her side and curled her body into a little ball. What was done was done. She wasn’t going to let herself cry over this. Much.
Four
Logan darted into the bathroom and scrubbed the traces of Toni’s blood from his body. A virgin? How could she possibly have been a virgin? She was at least twenty-five. Gorgeous women in their midtwenties with huge tits were not virgins. He was sure of it.
He’d seen the signs, though. So easily believed her lies when she told him her skittishness was an act. Hell, those actions had turned him on and made his dick so hard he could have used it to mine for diamonds. He couldn’t deny it.
“Fuck,” he growled under his breath.
Now what was he supposed to do? Toni was supposed to tour with them for a month. He wouldn’t even be able to look her in the eye. Those big, innocent eyes. His cock stirred just thinking about the way she looked at him with those sweet, trusting eyes.
“Absolutely not,” he said to his crotch. “None of that. That pussy is off limits.”
At the thought of being buried in Toni’s oh-so-tight pussy, his cock twitched with renewed interest. He groaned. This was so not good. He was terrible at telling his cock to behave itself. Didn’t matter how much the little head got him into trouble, it ruled him and he knew it. He’d just have to find himself some nice substitute pussy to distract the little head from that sweet virgin he’d just defiled.
Beer. He needed beer. He dried himself with a towel. All traces of her blood were now gone, but he could still smell the scent of her body on his skin. He considered taking a shower, but he liked that reminder of her. And he wasn’t going to delve into the reasons why. He should probably be angry with her for misleading him, but in actuality he felt like a total douche for taking advantage of her.