Her lips curl up in a dead sexy smile. “We better give them a hell of a show.”
I pull my fingers free of her heat and line my dick up with her entrance before gripping her hips with both hands.
“That’s a guarantee.” I pull her toward me as I push inside, sinking balls deep with one thrust. “Fuuuck.” I throw my head back as I yell it out.
Banner arches into it, her fingers curling into fists. “It’s been way too long.” Her words come out on a rush of breath.
“I’m not doing this shit again, Banner. Not waitin’ three weeks to get inside this pussy. Ain’t happening. I want you every day.”
Chapter 13
Banner
Before I can respond to Logan’s words, he pulls back and slams into me. My hips lift off the hood of the car, meeting his every thrust. This isn’t just a fuck; this is a claiming. I’ve never seen the look of possession in anyone’s eyes before, but I recognize it in Logan’s.
For the first time in my life, I’m happy to be possessed.
He owns me, and not just my body.
Pleasure zings through me, forming into an overwhelming wave that needs only the slightest push to take me over the edge. My fingers flex and clench over and over, and I want to touch my clit and steal my orgasm, but Logan told me to keep them where they are and I’m determined to follow that order.
As though he can tell I need it, Logan releases one hand from my waist and presses his thumb against my clit.
Instant explosion.
My hips lift again of their own accord, and I scream his name.
“Yes, oh my God. Yes.”
Logan’s hooded gaze flashes as he pulls out. I miss the fullness immediately, but I know what’s coming next, and my entire body is ready.
He reaches for my wristlet, and I unfist my hand to let him slide it off. He looks down and unzips it before pulling out a half dozen packets of lube.
“I fucking love you, Banner.”
A smile slides over my lips. “You’re just saying that because I’m gonna let you put it in my butt.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m saying it because it’s the goddamned truth.” He drops my wristlet on the hood of the car and lays the packets on top of it. Logan holds out a hand, and I lean up to take it as he helps me down from the hood.
“I hope I didn’t scratch—”
“Doesn’t fucking matter.”
He cups my face between both hands and covers my lips with his for only a moment before pulling back. With his eyes on mine, he says, “Turn around and bend over. Now that we’ve practiced, I know you can keep your hands on the hood like a good girl.”
The command sends bolts of lust shooting through me. “You’re so sexy when you’re telling me how you’re going to fuck me.”
His eyes blaze. “We haven’t even gotten that far yet. Now, do it.”
I bite down on my lip, and I’m pretty sure the slickness from my pussy is slipping down my thighs. I turn and bend over, feeling everything with heightened intensity. The warmth of the roughened metal where my body was pressed to it only moments ago. The smooth patches where I lay my hands. The burning heat of Logan’s palm where it lands on the small of my back and presses me down further before catching the bottom hem of the back of my skirt and dragging it up over my ass. The cool air that hits my skin as his growl of approval reaches me.
“Spread your feet.”
I follow directions, but apparently not well enough.
“Wider, and tilt your hips up. I want to see that little pink pussy I just fucked.”
Sliding my heels another few inches apart, I lift my ass and cant my hips. Jesus Christ, if anyone sees this from the windows I was riveted on before, they’re going to get an eyeful. Of all of me.