Her eyes slid shut as she imagined the massive tool held in those jeans, imagined how it would feel buried deep inside her. She felt her nipples harden and
opened her eyes to find his fixed on her chest. They rose to meet hers and a slow, sexy smile appeared on his rugged face.
"Ready for another one?" the waitress's voice distracted her. She nodded silently, wanting the woman to go away. A glance across the room showed an empty bar stool where he had stood. She sighed. 'Too bad.'
"Mind if I join you?" a deep voice asked. She looked up to see him standing in front of her.
"Please do," she replied. Her voice was soft, light, musical. It snaked through him and excited him even more. He was going to have her; there was no doubt in his mind.
As soon as he sat, they were in each other's arms. His mouth captured hers, his tongue searching for it's mate and finding it. His hands were everywhere, her
back, her neck, in her hair, pulling her closer to him. They inflamed her, making her bolder that she'd ever been.
He tore his mouth from hers. "Wanna get outta here?"
Blue pools of fire looked up at him. "No." He started to say something, but she stopped him. "I can't wait that long," she whispered against his lips. "Meet me in the restroom." He watched her hips sway as she wove her way through tables to the back and couldn't believe his luck. He followed the same path she had, earning some admiring female glances along the way, but her was only interested in *her*.
Slowly, soundlessly, he opened the door. She stood at the sink, fluffing her hair. "What took you so long?" she asked as he moved to stand behind her.
Instead of answering, he spun her around and crushed her lips with his. Her whispered "I want you," pushed him over the edge. He swallowed her cry as he lifted her up onto the sink and slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up along the way. The wisp of lace between her legs was ripped away and replaced by questing fingers.
She gasped as her fingers nimbly un-buckled his belt, opened the fly of his jeans and reached in to cradle his manhood in her hand. A growl erupted from deep in his chest.
Their lips parted long enough for him to murmur, "I need to be inside you. Now."
"Yes," she gasped and guided his throbbing cock to the slick folds of her sex. As her legs wrapped around his lean hips, he impaled her on his staff.
With hard, rhythmic thrusts, he had her panting, moaning, reaching for... He could feel her body shake. Her muscles clenched him as every plunge filled her
She could feel ecstasy rise within her, ready to explode. A powerful thrust set it off, wave upon wave of intense pleasure.
Her quivering body pushed him over the edge. One more violent plunge into her moist heat and he spilled into her.
They held each other as they caught their breath.
"That was incredible," he whispered.
"Yes, it was, but I have to go now," she said softly. They shared a tender kiss and then she was gone.
He braced his hands on the sink. He still couldn't believe it had happened. Hazel eyes closed briefly. Now he had to go home and face the music. He knew she had left the bar even before his eyes searched the room. With a heavy sigh, he headed home.
A thin shaft of moonlight fell on his wife, curled up in his chair. His eyes softened and a smile played on his lips. She was so cute. She had obviously tried to wait up for him and failed. In the dim light, he saw her blue eyes open. "Hiya, Sprite," he whispered so he wouldn't wake the twins.
Misti ran into his outstretched arms. "Welcome back, big guy. Did everything go ok?"
"Without a hitch." He could feel as well as hear her sigh of relief.
"Well, how 'bout I give you a proper homecoming?" she murmured seductively.
A low laugh rumbled in Logan's chest. "Ain't that what you gave me in the bar, darlin'?"
She smiled. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."