“You did great,” he whispered in her ear. He rotated his hips, rubbing against her overly sensitive clit. She shivered. She couldn’t stand any more pleasure. “Do you want me to take over, or do you think you have the strength to finish me off?”
She was exhausted, but she wanted her actions to give him release. “I’ll do it.”
“Maybe try putting one foot on the ground,” he suggested. He rubbed the leg that was closest to the edge of the couch.
Good plan. Maybe she’d be able to move if her leg was extended. She reluctantly released her leg lock on his hips, wondering if her boots had caused him any injury. Wincing, she straightened her leg, and he shifted so that he was on the very edge of the sofa. She began to move again, slower this time. Logan captured her mouth in a lingering kiss, his hands skimming over her back and buttocks. The tips of her breasts rubbed against his chest as she rose and fell.
“Do you need me to go faster?” she asked when his mouth moved from her lips to press butterfly kisses over her throat.
“I just need you.”
She rode him slowly, pausing between each down stroke and rocking her hips to deepen the connection between them.
“You’re a natural,” he murmured, his breath warming her bare breasts.
He lifted his head to stare at her, blurry-eyed, for a long moment. “Unfortunately, we don’t have much time left,” he finally said. “I do need it faster in order to come. Work it, girl.”
She smiled, realizing he was feeling more than he was letting on and that he wasn’t quite ready to come to terms with what was growing between them. He might not speak many tender words to her, but she felt his affection in his kiss and in his touch, in those rare moments he wasn’t trying to be cute or funny.
“Then give me some room to work,” she said.
He grinned and reclined back. With one foot on the floor and one knee on the sofa, her motions were a bit off center, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. If the way he kept moaning her name was any indication, he rather enjoyed the way it felt to be driven into her at an angle. Within moments he grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him as he shuddered beneath her.
She’d done it. She’d made him come. Next time, she hoped they’d manage to find release together.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him. Her legs quivered uncontrollably from overexertion as she labored for air.
Once she caught her breath, she shifted to lie against his side and rested her head on his chest. She was bone weary but satisfied. And almost giddy with happiness. She never would have guessed that sex could be so fun. Empowering even.
Stroking her tangled hair with one hand, Logan said, “We’d better get dressed. The show starts soon, and any moment now they’ll be sending Butch to kick my naked ass out of bed.”
“I thought I’d stay on the bus during the show,” she said, tilting her head to try to see his face. Mostly she got a view of the underside of his chin. “I can get some work done.” That was a lie. She just wanted some down time to herself. Though she had to admit down time with Logan outstripped being alone by a light year.
“You don’t want to see me perform live?” he asked, lifting his head to scowl down at her.
“I saw hours and hours of live footage while doing research for the book, Logan.”
“That’s not the same,” he said, squirming from beneath her head and rising to his feet. “Not the same at all.”
She gaped after him as he opened the sliding doors and strode confidently into the corridor with his ass displayed in all its naked glory. Toni rose to her feet, reached for a throw blanket, and wrapped it around herself, noting the wet spot on the sofa. She cringed and flipped the cushion over before stumbling after Logan. Was he mad at her? She wasn’t sure if she could handle his ire, not after they’d shared such passion together only moments ago.
Logan shut himself in the bathroom before Toni caught up to him. She stared indecisively at the door. Should she knock? Barge in? Wait until he came out?
“Um, Logan,” she said to the door. “I’ll go if you want me to go.”
“It would mean a lot to me,” she heard him say.
Well, in that case, of course she’d go—frumpy clothes, frizzy hair, frayed nerves and all.
Fifteen
Logan offered Toni a wink and a smile before he slipped the strap of his five-string bass guitar over his shoulder. She smiled back, her ever-inquisitive eyes darting away to observe the ordered chaos of the roadies making final preparations for the band’s stage entrance. He couldn’t deny that he preferred her attention to be focused on him. He entered the door that led to the area beneath the stage and decided that this was something Toni would want to put in the book. Few people had ever seen the underbelly of their new stage setup, which was rigged so that the band members rose from beneath the stage in grand style.
“Hey, Toni,” he called over the din of the waiting audience and the commentary of the stage crew.
She whirled around to look at him, and her eyes widened when he waved her toward him. She glanced around before she headed toward him. Was she embarrassed to be seen with him or what?
“Do you want to see what’s under here for your book?”
She craned her neck to peer into the darkness under the stage. Paths were marked off by dimly lit strips so that each band member could find the appropriate spot to stand for his entrance. A faint blue glow surrounded the drum kit far to the back of the area, but otherwise, it was inky black beneath the stage.
“I don’t think there’s enough light for pictures,” she said.
“You could write about what it’s like to stand under the stage and wait for the show to begin,” he said. “It’s pretty trippy.”
She nodded and ducked her head to enter the small door. Steve had already taken his spot behind the drum kit, but the rest of the band hadn’t found their places.
“Are you sure it’s safe for her under here?” Steve asked.
Logan squinted in his direction, not sure how Steve could see a damned thing in the low light. He decided Steve must have the eyes of a nocturnal owl.
“I’ll keep her safe,” Logan said and settled a hand at the base of Toni’s spine to lead her down his lit path to the platform he rode just in front of the drum kit. She’d probably get better insight for her book if she hung around with Dare or Max or even Steve—Logan was only the bassist, after all, and his entrance was even less impressive than newcomer Reagan’s—but he hadn’t brought Toni here to aid her career. He’d brought her because he had a very unusual desire to be near her as much as possible.