Des was ever curious, and so present, not content to be passive. Whenever she could, she reached down to touch him. And when he kissed her hip bone and began to pull her panties down, she drew in a breath.
Here, she was beautiful. Hell, everywhere she was beautiful. How could he have ever thought she was too young? She was most definitely a woman. And as he spread her legs and put his mouth on her, she cried out like a woman, arching her sex against him, demanding he pleasure her.
She tasted sweet and tart, and he licked the length of her, listening to the sounds of her moans that made his c**k turn to steel and his balls draw up. He watched her every move, listened to every sound she made, taking her in as she shuddered.
He was going to explore every inch of her tonight—over and over again. And then he was going to slide inside her, and he already knew it was going to be as damn good as he’d been imagining since the first time he met her.
Des’s breath caught. She felt like she was in space, weightless, hovering above the covers. Yet every nerve ending was so tight with tension she felt as if she might burst at any second. Logan had one very talented tongue, and he used it to tease and torment her right to the very edge of reason.
She grasped the sheets, holding on tight as Logan mastered her. She was so close, but the sensations were so delicious she held back her impending release, wanting to savor every second.
The beard stubble on his chin was rough—delicious as he rubbed it across her sex and thighs. She had known it was going to be like this. These were no practiced moves by an actor. He was a real man who was going after what he wanted. And what he wanted was to make her come.
She tried to resist, to enjoy these sensations that bombarded her senses, but Logan was relentless, and she couldn’t hold back the tidal wave of her release as it swept her away, catapulting her over and over until she cried out with the sheer pleasure of her orgasm.
And when she fell, completely satiated, Logan was there, gripping her hand as he kissed his way up her body, still possessing her in a way that had taken her breath away.
Her face was flushed, her entire body fused with heat as she smiled up at him. “You’re very good at that. I might want you to do that to me four or five or maybe six more times tonight.”
His lips curved. “I can do that.”
“And I hope to God you have condoms somewhere here in this cabin, because you need to be inside me right now.” Her body pulsed with need, still so very aware of him and what she wanted to do with him.
“Yeah, I have condoms. I wouldn’t have brought you here otherwise.” He went into the bathroom and came out with a box of them.
“Well, aren’t you prepared?”
“Like a boy scout.”
“So . . . you bring a lot of women here?” she asked as he opened the box and pulled out a condom.
“Nope.”
Surprisingly, she believed him, and she didn’t believe the crap slung by most of the men she knew. Logan didn’t seem like the kind of man who lied. He was too straight up and brutally honest.
She lifted up on her elbows and watched as he tore open the wrapper and fit the condom over his cock, the whole time his gaze roaming over her body.
She’d never thought her body was anything spectacular. She kept in shape by running, knew she had to look good in front of the camera, so she worked out. Fortunately, she had a good metabolism, but otherwise, she didn’t care much about her appearance. But the way Logan looked at her made her feel deliciously sexy. And when he grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed, his hands sliding over her legs, she’d never felt more like a woman. A woman desperately wanted by a man.
There was a raw hunger in his eyes she wanted to tap into, that barely leashed passion she’d seen the first time he’d looked at her. She tried to sit up, wanted to kiss him, but he pushed her back down on the mattress.
“Not now. I need to be inside you.”
Okay. Obviously a take-charge kind of man in the bedroom. She lay back as he crawled onto the bed and pushed them both to the middle of the mattress.
Then, he kissed her, tunneling his fingers into her hair and covering her body with his. And when he slid inside, her breath caught. He took it slow and easy, framing her face with his big, rough hands, tangling his fingers in her hair and moaning against her lips until she wanted to die from the pure pleasure of it all.
It was an onslaught of sensation, and she didn’t know what to appreciate first—the way he moved so expertly inside her, the way his tongue mimicked his movements, slowly, so deliberately sensual, or the way it felt to feel his strong, steely body on top of hers. All she could do was wrap her legs around him, lift into him and hang on for the ride of her life.
She swept her hands along the corded muscle of his forearms, moving up toward his shoulders. He was hard—everywhere—and as he broke the kiss and stared down at her, she felt his strength as he moved within her, as he lifted his torso from her and used his lower body to grind against hers in a way that caused her to gasp.
She dug her nails into his arms. “Oh . . . that’s good. Do that again.”
He did it again. And again, rolling against her, using his body to give her the ultimate pleasure.
“You’ll make me come if you keep that up.”
His lips curved into a wickedly sensual smile. A smile that made her reach up and trace her fingers across his bottom lip.
“That’s the idea, Des. For you to come.”
She shuddered and lifted against him, demanding more of that sizzling delight that arced through her like a compelling drug.
She could easily get addicted to the way he made her feel, to this languorous sensation that drove her to dizzying heights.
But as his thrusts deepened and her breath caught, she couldn’t hold back. He nestled down on top of her and cupped her butt, drawing her closer to the magic that entwined them together, that made them one. She swept her hands over him, held on tight and released with a gasp, drowning in the waves of pleasure that swamped her over and over again.
That he went into the abyss right after her only served to prolong her orgasm, as if she was riding the crest, only to be flung into the crashing waves once again with Logan. The way he gripped her, his mouth fused to hers as he shuddered with his release was the sweetest ending to this amazing dance.
They stuck to each other, both sweat-soaked as they caught their breath. He kissed her neck and swept his hand across her ribs, gripping her hip and clenching it like a lifeline.
Yeah, she needed a lifeline right now because that had been amazing. She had known it would be good with Logan, but this whirlwind had been unexpected. That he didn’t immediately get up and create distance between them, that he instead drew her to his side and leisurely explored her body with his fingers? Now that was a surprise.
“Well . . . that was okay for a start,” she finally said.
He let out a deep laugh and cupped her breast, using his thumb to brush across her nipple. “Good to know there’s room for improvement.”
Her breath caught, surprising the hell out of her that any part of her was capable of renewed arousal. Apparently, she was more than ready for round two. And judging from the erection poking at her lower back, so was he.
He was like . . . superhuman.
“What time do you need to get back on set?” he asked while nuzzling her neck.
She shivered. “I have an early call. Like six a.m.”
“Me, too. I have to work cattle at dawn.”
She wriggled her butt against his quickly hardening cock. “So we have plenty of time for round two then.”
He turned her over to face him. “Don’t you need to get some sleep?”
“That’s the makeup department’s problem tomorrow. Don’t you need to get some sleep?”
He grinned down at her. “I’ve been riding horses since I was four years old. I can do that with my eyes closed.”
“Then I guess it’s no sleep for either of us tonight.” She wound her hand around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss.
Chapter 8
“YOU LOOK LIKE shit.”
Des followed Colt off the set after finishing their scene. “Thanks, Colt. I know.”
After their third scene of the day, and she couldn’t even count how many takes Theo the dictator had put them through, Des was exhausted. No sleep the night before hadn’t helped, either.
Not that she was going to complain about that. At all. And okay, they’d finally fallen sleep around four a.m., after several bouts of some very robust, very intimate lovemaking. Logan had cradled her against his chest, telling her he needed a few minutes to recover and then they’d go for round five. Or was it round six? She’d lost track somewhere around the time they’d headed into the tiny kitchen to grab something to drink and he’d ended up bending her over the counter.
Her body quivered as she remembered the fast and furious way he’d taken her, or how quickly she’d cl**axed as he’d touched her while he’d been buried deep inside her.
She’d never been so passionately tuned in to a man the way she had with Logan. And he might be quiet and uncommunicative when they were together, but sexually? Holy crap, the man could sure communicate just fine that way.
“And you’re sweating or something. Your face is all red. You should have makeup do something about that. I know it’s hot as f**k out here.”
Yes, it was, but it wasn’t the heat that was causing her face to turn red, it was the recollection of all the sex she’d had last night.
“Yeah, I’ll stop by the makeup trailer to have myself repaired.”
They walked side by side on their way to the trailers. “Are you all right?”
She stopped and turned to Colt. “I’m fine. Why?”
“You’ve been so quiet all day. Normally we’re chatting like a couple of teenagers. Not today, though.”
She shrugged. “I’m just tired. I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”
“I knocked on your door around ten, but you didn’t answer. I figured you’d gone to bed early.”
“I wasn’t in my trailer at ten. I was still with Logan.”
Colt’s brows rose. He looked around, then grabbed her arm and pulled her up the stairs and into her trailer. The blissful air-conditioning immediately began to cool down her heated skin. She pulled off the leather vest and dropped it onto the chair, then went to her fridge and got a bottle of water.
“You were with Logan? Why didn’t you tell me this? I want details, Des. In detail.”
Ignoring Colt, she unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and drank half of it before taking a breath. Releasing a sigh of relief, she took a seat at the table. “There’s not much to tell, really.”
Typically she and Colt talked in depth about their relationships. But there was something so intimate about what she and Logan had shared, as if it had been more than just a fun night of sex, that it felt somehow . . . sacred to her.
Which was ridiculous, of course. She and Logan were worlds apart. There could be no relationship between them, and when he’d dropped her off at the set this morning, he might have given her a smoking-hot, lingering kiss, but then he’d driven away without looking back.
He likely wouldn’t even think about her today. He’d gotten laid. So had she. It had been fun. She was always logical about sex and relationships. They rarely, if ever, lasted, and she wasn’t looking for one, anyway, especially not with an Oklahoma rancher. What were the odds of something like that lasting? Like a million to one.
“Des. You’re not talking.” Colt went and grabbed a water for himself. Now he slid onto the bench across from hers in the kitchen and was giving her his most probing gaze.
“I was with Logan last night. Until late. That’s why I’m tired today.”
“And?”
“And, we had a good time together. But nothing’s going to come from it.”
Colt frowned. “You’re not giving me all the juicy details about your sex romp with him last night.”
“No.”
“Which can mean only one thing.”
She yawned, then took another drink of her water. “Oh, really? And what’s that?”
“You like this guy.”
She shrugged. “He’s all right, in a doesn’t-have-much-to-say, chip-on-his-shoulder kind of way.”
“Oh, please. You’ve had the hots for him since you first met him. Then you spend the entire day—and night—with him, and you refuse to spill details when it’s obvious you had sex with him? That means you like him. Just like when I first hooked up with Tony. Remember that?”
“I do remember. You never even told me you two were together.”
Colt wagged a finger at her. “Exactly. And now you and Logan are the same way.”
“The same what way?”
“You’re not talking about him.”
“So? I told you there’s not much in the way of details. It was just sex, Colt. How does that mean I like him?”
“Because if he was just a f**k buddy you didn’t respect, you’d be giving me blow-by-blow—pun intended, by the way—details right now. And you’re not. Which means—”
“Nothing,” she finished for him. “It means I’m tired, Colt.”
Undeterred, he leaned back in the booth. “Oooh, and you’re bitchy, too. Trying to get rid of me?”
She knew he wouldn’t be insulted. “Trying to.”
He got up and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Take a nap. Then call me later after you finish your final scene. We’ll have dinner.”
She watched him walk to the door. “Colt?”