Suddenly, Logan steps back and carries me to the couch, laying me over the arm and arching my spine. He grips my hips with one hand as he presses down hard on my clit with his other thumb, and he varies his speed from fast strokes to long, slow ones. It’s my undoing.
His name is on my lips as my fingernails dig into the couch cushions, and my climax shreds my control.
But Logan isn’t satisfied. “Again.”
I’m liquid. Boneless. I’m not even sure I can speak, but my body is on board with his command. I’m not sure if the first orgasm continues or if there’s a second one, but I’m arching against it as his face twists with pleasure.
I close my eyes, trying to gather myself as my lungs heave for breath.
Holy. Shit.
Logan leans forward and presses a kiss between my breasts. “Next time, I’m going to play with these nipples until you’re begging for me.”
A laugh escapes from my lips.
After we’ve cleaned up and I shimmy my rucked-up skirt back down around my hips, I turn to Logan, who’s now wearing a worn pair of jeans and nothing else.
“I’m pretty sure you can’t top that appetizer.”
Chapter 38
Logan
Banner tried to tame her hair, but I like thejust been fucked by Logan Brantleylook on her. No woman has ever made me lose control the way she does. I felt it in New York, and I feel it here. Eventually, I’m going to get a handle on myself, but part of me doesn’t want that to happen anytime soon.
She looks good in my house too, even if all she’s doing is stabbing potatoes with a fork to pop in the microwave, or shaking some shredded lettuce into a bowl. The rest of my life might be chaos, but there’s something about Banner that makes me forget about all of it.
I’m probably fucked, and I don’t care.
After I pull the steaks off the grill and the potatoes are on our plates with the salad, we take seats at my bar because I still don’t have a kitchen table.
One thing has been nagging at me all week, though, and she promised me an answer tonight.
“You’re finally going to tell me what you’re working on.”
Banner almost chokes on a piece of steak before washing it down with half a glass of water. “That came out of nowhere.”
“I’m cashing in the whole rain check. You promised me an explanation tonight, and I gotta know. I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to figure it out.”
She sets her water down and meets my gaze. “You really want to know that bad?”
“As long as you’re not selling drugs,” I start, but then cut myself off. That hits too close to home right now to be funny, considering Jeff is still in the hospital and by no means in good shape.
Banner shakes her head. “Definitely not drugs.”
I wait for another minute before she finally tells me.
“I have patents pending on two new vibrators, and I’m going to sell sex toys.”
I lower my fork to my plate as a smile stretches my lips. “Is that right? And you, the bluntest person I’ve ever met, don’t want to tell people this ... why?”
She bites her lip. “I don’t think anyone will take me seriously. I can’t exactly explain that I did my market research all by myself, and narrowed it down to what I believe are the two best and most efficient ways to get yourself off. And then I created two new vibrator designs that are basically idiot-proof so more women can finally have regular orgasms.”
Her passion comes through loud and clear, and it’s a good look on her.
“You haven’t told anyone?”
“Two lawyers, a freelance engineer, the factory that created the prototypes and is getting ready for the first full run, and a marketing firm.”