Under His Skin. Nicola Marsh

her up rather than her traitorous legs.

      ‘Yes, thank you for agreeing to meet me.’ She sounded so stilted, so formal, his grin widened.

      ‘Every time you open your mouth I feel like I’m being addressed by royalty,’ he said, leaning in to murmur in her ear. ‘Except when you kissed me, of course.’

      ‘You kissed me,’ she said, intent on reprimanding him when in fact her voice came out breathy.

      ‘So I did.’ He chuckled and straightened, and she immediately wished he’d return to whispering in her ear. ‘Got to say, Princess, you surprised me.’

      ‘The underwear thing?’

      ‘Yeah. That.’ His eyes darkened to indigo as his jaw clenched. ‘Pretty fucking hot.’

      His husky tone rippled over her like a caress and she squeezed her thighs together. It did little for the ache only he could assuage.

      Here went nothing. ‘That’s actually why I wanted to see you.’

      His eyebrows shot up but he remained silent, meaning she’d have to spell it out.

      ‘I...um... I want to finish what we started in the studio.’

      The words tumbled out in a rush and she held her breath. Mortification tightened her stomach and a tingling swept up the back of her neck. Fantasising about riding him was one thing, articulating it quite another.

      His lips curved with amusement—he knew exactly how uncomfortable she was—and she clamped down on the urge to bolt.

      ‘You mean the quote?’

      He was being deliberately obtuse. She could see it in the teasing glint in his eyes, and hear it in his taunting drawl.

      ‘I’ve approved the quote and already wired a deposit so, no, I don’t mean the quote and you damn well know it,’ she said, ending on a huff. ‘Do you need me to spell it out for you?’

      ‘Yeah.’ He stepped in close again and trailed a fingertip down her forearm. ‘I want to hear you say it.’

      Her breath hitched when he reached her wrist and circled her pulse point, over and over, slow and concentric, before moving on to her palm and doing the same thing. Her skin prickled all over, like tiny zapping stings from touching one of those weird static electricity balls.

      He lifted her palm to his mouth and pressed an open-mouthed kissed to it. ‘You want me to fuck you.’

      She nodded and mimicked him, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ she said, and bit her bottom lip to stop from moaning as his tongue darted out to give her palm a little lick before he released her hand.

      ‘Good, because I can’t stop thinking about it either,’ he said, resuming his seat. ‘I like a woman who speaks her mind. Game-playing gives me the shits.’

      She laughed at his typically blunt Aussie response. ‘So you’re up for it?’

      He shot a glance at his groin and she did the same, delighted to see that sizeable bulge. ‘I’ve been up since I felt you up.’

      Laughter burst from her lips again. It was rare for a guy to amuse her this much. She usually found the half-assed flirting guys used as foreplay rather tedious. With Logan, his words were getting her as hot as his touch. ‘So how do we do this?’

      ‘The polite way would be for us to have a drink, talk a little, before going back to my place or yours.’

      ‘And the impolite way?’

      He took a moment to answer, his smouldering gaze dropping to her mouth. ‘I take you out the back and fuck you up against one of those artistic alley walls you love so much.’

      Hope’s mother had lectured her from a young age that gaping wasn’t ladylike but she couldn’t help it. No man had ever spoken to her like this—and she liked it, a lot.

      Apart from her habit of going commando, she’d never done anything remotely adventurous sexually. She liked the act itself and if she got off with the guy she considered it a bonus. Willem had been a considerate lover but bland. He’d never gone down on her but expected she blow him regularly. His selfishness right there should’ve alerted her to his asshole ways. And the six guys she’d screwed since had been vanilla all the way. None of them had wanted her so badly they did it up against a wall, let alone in public.

      Resisting the urge to squirm, she eyeballed him. ‘I’m not thirsty and I think we’re all talked out.’

      His eyes widened in surprise, with a healthy dose of respect for her brazenness thrown in. ‘Are you saying...?’

      ‘Time for you to show me exactly how impolite you can be.’ She stood and grabbed his hand before she could second-guess this crazy impulse. Her heart jackhammered at the thought of having sex in public, a potent mix of excitement and panic at the thought of being discovered. But she couldn’t walk away from him now, not when she craved him so badly she almost trembled.

      He scrambled to his feet so fast they collided and she would’ve stumbled if he hadn’t steadied her, bringing her flush against that gloriously muscular chest. She rested her palm against it, over his heart, feeling the racing thud matching hers.

      His eyes blazed a scorching indigo. ‘You strike me as a hearts and flowers kind of girl. You sure you want this?’

      Her palm slid up to rest on his shoulder, an anchor for the out-of-control lust slamming through her. ‘I thank you for being a gentleman and giving me an out, but I’ve never been surer of anything. I want you. Inside me. Touching me. I want...it all.’

      Saying it made her want to writhe against him and she gritted her teeth against the urge to squirm.

      Doubt clouded his eyes as he gave a little shake of his head. ‘You deserve satin sheets, not a graffiti-covered wall at your back.’

      ‘I deserve...this.’ She slid her free hand beneath their bodies and cupped him, vindicated when he groaned.

      No one told her what she wanted, not any more. Taking back control of her life involved more than moving a million miles from home five years ago. Her independence stretched to knowing exactly what she wanted.

      Right now, she wanted Logan.

      After what seemed like an eternity he nodded and tightened his grip on her hand. ‘Let’s go.’