Page 32 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

Chapter Twenty-Two

TIA

Sensing his eyes on me, I turn around with my fingers laced in his as the elevators come into view. His eyes are black with lust as he bites his bottom lip with that panty-dropping grin that makes me want to ride it until the sun comes up.

There are no words exchanged, just a charged energy surging through us as we both know exactly where this is leading. The lines are not only blurred, they’re downright obliterated. No going back now.

Reaching out with one shaking finger, I press the call button, desperate for a reprieve before I fuck this man’s brains out in the hotel lobby.

My breath hitches as I feel Logan’s warmth press behind me, his hands gently tracing the lengths of my arms from my shoulders down to my fingertips. The wait is agonizing.

I relax instantly, knowing that the man touching me is my safe place.

Someone I’ve known for so long—who knows me inside and out.

He’s standing so close to me I’m dizzy from the scent of his cologne.

I’m begging for him to wrap me in his arms so I can drown myself in his scent.

His stubble lightly scratches the side of my face as I lean back into the crook of his neck, his fingers still lazily working their way up and down my arms. My nipples pebble through my dress at the contact.

He takes notice and I feel his grin against my cheek.

The elevator dings, jolting me momentarily from my lustful stupor. We wait for the drunk couples to exit, wafting the air with the sting of hard liquor and a hint of marijuana. Logan gently nudges me inside, pressing our floor number and the close door button with urgency.

33 floors. You can make it for 33 floors.

I press my back against the mirrored wall and grip the gold bar behind me, my chest heaving with every wanton breath. The excitement grows, knowing the doors are closing and we are the only two in this confined space.

Logan stalks toward me, and I instinctively squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache growing between my legs. I seek friction as he cages me in, gripping the bar behind me on each side. With his eyes locked on mine, his hand slowly makes its way beneath the hem of my dress.

“Open.”

I swallow, slowly opening my legs on shaky limbs as his fingers tantalizingly trace my inner thigh toward my heat.

His dark gaze stays on mine, brimming with desire and hunger—like he wants to eat me alive.

I whimper when his fingers graze the edge of my panties before he brings them back down my inner thigh.

He’s fucking teasing me.

Twenty floors to go.

“Logan …” I mutter. “You’re playing with me.”

While one hand is beneath my dress, his other hand grips my hip to keep me from falling over. My body is on fire. His eyes move to my lips as he wears a devilish grin, toying with the lace of my panties as he leans in to murmur in my ear.

“Maybe I want to get to a point where you’re on your knees, looking so pretty for me while you beg for my cock.”

Ten floors.

“God, you’re cocky, aren’t you?” I say with a tease.

“Two can play at your game, playboy. I think you forgot for a second who I am.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to contain my smirk as my hands travel slowly down his chest and over his abdomen.

His eyes trace wherever my hands go, and I can feel him hold his breath as I reach the waistband of his pants.

If he thinks he gets to be in control right now, he’s in for a rude awakening.

The moment my hand brushes over his hardening length, he shudders.

If I stare long enough, I’d swear he’s trembling.

I grip his hard-on with force, hitching his breath in the process as my lips barely graze his. “You’re not the only one in control here. This?” I squeeze his cock through his pants and give it a generous stroke as he mutters curses under his breath. “I did this.”

Five floors.

“Well, aren’t you just a little minx,” he growls.

His fingers hook under the lace of my panties and he tugs hard.

Once, then two times. I gasp as he rips them off of me in one swift motion, my hand still stroking his cock with fervor.

I’m so fucking turned on I’m about to explode.

I feel my wetness dripping, my pussy aching for attention.

He takes my shredded lace and stuffs it in his pocket as he nips my bottom lip. I don’t realize I’ve moaned, and he’s grinding himself into my hand. Unable to hold back my restraint, I grab his hand and guide him to my bare center. I want him to feel what he’s doing to me.

His fingers swipe over that sensitive spot I need him to relieve, whimpering as he slowly works his fingers in small circles. “You’re dripping all over my hand, Tia. Fuck, it’s so sexy,” he breathes, moving faster along with my panting.

Ding.

His hand comes to a stop, as does mine. His smirk is playful and full of mischief as he sucks my arousal off of his fingers. “So sweet.” My lips part—half in shock, half in lust. Before I can have another moment to think, he hastily grabs my hand and leads me out of the elevator.

My mind is running ahead of me, and I quicken myself to catch up.

I see Logan; I feel Logan; I know Logan.

He’s right there in front of me with my taste on his lips.

My heart stamps in the same rhythm as my heels, inching closer toward a territory I never thought I’d find myself in.

The need to dive past the boundary that held us within the confines of friendship vibrates through me from head to foot.

Logan pulls the keycard out of his back pocket and swipes it against the keypad. When the light turns green, it almost feels symbolic. Whatever happens behind that door tonight will be nothing but a heavy foot on the gas. Green means go. So we go.

As soon as we cross the threshold, I fully expect him to push me up against the door and take me—but he doesn’t.

The door clicks behind me. He walks slowly toward the floor to ceiling windows in our suite, the view of the Vegas skyline beaming bright with lights and the promise of an unforgettable night in the City of Sin.

I notice his hands working the buttons on his dress shirt, and then he’s shrugging the fabric off of his broad shoulders.

The lights from the city illuminate the lines in his hard muscles—I nearly salivate at the sight.

I don’t realize I’ve followed him until I’m standing directly behind him, my taut nipples brushing against the silk of my dress and his heated skin. He slowly turns to face me with his glorious chest and chiseled abs on full display.

Fuck, I love the female gaze.

My hands automatically reach up and graze over his body, allowing me to revel and explore him in a way I never imagined I’d ever do.

He’s beautiful. His hands snake around my nape as he spreads his fingers through the base of my hair, tugging me closer to him until his lips mold into mine.

He spins me around until my back hits the cold window.

A thrill runs through me, knowing thousands of people below us can see us.

He savors my lips, kissing me tenderly. I sigh, which unlocks a hungry growl from his throat as he tilts my head to gain more access to my mouth.

I eagerly open for him and let his tongue dance with mine.

My hands come up around his neck as I run my fingers through his hair.

I grab and tug, moaning into his mouth as he grinds his erection against my aching core.

When Logan kisses, he takes. He takes my tongue, my breath, my taste, and devours me as if my kiss is the only thing tying him down to earth.

I’ve been kissed before—but never like this. Kissing Logan awakens something else in me entirely. It’s safety. Longing. Need.

Logan’s hands leave my hair, but his lips stay glued to mine. His thumbs brush over my painfully peaked nipples, then suddenly he pulls away—eyes wide.

“What?” I pant breathlessly, dizzy from our passionate kiss. His thumbs continue to rub my nipples into soft circles as I moan and lull my head back, a devious grin tugging on his lips.

“What do we have here?” He squeezes my peaks with his thumb and index finger, and it takes a second to register what has him so amused. I quirk my eyebrow and nip at my bottom lip. “What do you think?” I tease.

“Show me.”

“Look for yourself.”

A flash of heat burns in his gaze at my offer.

Adrenaline courses through my veins as he reaches for the zipper on the side of my dress, slowly pulling it down.

My breathing quickens as his fingers brush against my flush skin.

He slips one flimsy strap over my shoulder, leaving a wet kiss there.

Then the other. He takes his time unwrapping me like a precious gift, and I wonder if he takes his time with other women this way.

I quickly snuff the thought out of my mind and bury the pang of jealousy deep down in the dirt.

We’re all in. Get out of your head.

My dress slowly drapes down my body as it falls to the floor, my heels still strapped to my feet. I step out of the pile and kick the dress away. My lacy black bra is on display for him, sans panties. The hunger in his eyes tells me he wants to eat me for dessert, and I’ll let him.

He inhales a shuddered breath, taking me in with only his heated gaze. My bra—if I can even call it that—is see-through. It was a matching set with the panties that are currently torn in Logan’s pocket.

I stand tall, confident in my body. This is Logan. There’s no need or space for me to shy myself away from him. So, I let him look. And man, does he look. One of his hands reaches behind me and quickly snaps the clasp on my bra, popping it off my body in record time.

Concerning, but impressive.